I Hear the Echoes - Hello Poetry

Aug 2018

Fumbletongue

Ease on
Down the road
With some ***** and some funk
And a whole lotta' soul

Aug 2018

Edmund black

As the sun rose
The darkness slithered abroad
Aspiration claims it’s lawful residence within,
Jouissance comes out to entertain
Snigger echoed in the sweet gust
As the cyclone whispered
You are free , free of burdens carried
Far too long
Free from sadness that startled your soul
Grasp now the light I sent your way
feel it from within
shine bright like the stars
from this day on

Aug 2018

L B

Stand-off

Katydids and fireflies have the levee tonight
Swat team held the day

There is peace now
and peeping neighbors
emptying horror
among themselves in whispers
left to wonder
‘bout the screaming and the barking
of earlier that day

“Put down your weapon and come out
with your hands up”

Again and again
the demand of surrender
Total
There is no other way

“Let them go!
Come out! come out with your hands up!
It will be okay”

…and he argues in his mind with the shame and loss
…and the shame and "No…it will not be okay"
He had hit her! Hit her with the Gun
again and again…with the gun
Of his demands
The gun of his power
to make her!
The gun of his despair
He had hit her
the dog is barking
His children scream!

“Put down the gun and come out
with your hands up!”

How many more times will they say it!
for all the neighbors to hear
on a loud speaker
Surrender!
in front of his children
Had she cheated?
Had he lost his job?
Could he lose any more to the screaming?
to the "junk"?
to the flashing lights?
to the window's smashing?
Fence run down?
Lobbing
canisters of tear gas
into the room's stinging eyes
where there is no room
where there is no time

"I would never hurt them!
You!
You know!"
"Let them go!"
"You left me!"

“Put down your weapon and come out
with your hands up!”

It is all too loud
It is all too much
as you put the gun against your temple and…
pull the trigger

This happened today-- two houses away. I could hear it all and sometimes I feel this way.

Aug 2018

Stephen E Yocum

Upon The Gate

Once I was young and strong,
Consumed with compelling
desires of Horizon Lust,
traveling forth wide and far.

Time and age has intervened,
now I stand alone and wait
high above on the city gate,
Silent sentry to all of those young
lives that venture forth to explore
horizons of their own, and those
weather beat ones like me
returning to rest and remain.

Accepting as I must, that I shall
never again roam too far afield
from my place upon the gate,
Content with a life well lived,
to languish now upon this place.

Horizon Lust is for the young.

Oh, if only we possessed our
acquired wisdom of age
back in our youth.

Now a heart and mind
full of memories along
with a tranquil place by
the home fire hearth is enough.
Though I would not be
who I am, with out pushing
out to discover what's there..

Jul 2018

Edmund black

Poetic Cries

I just can’t help noticing
So many poets
With splits hearts
The hearts that cries out for help
Yet I’ve noticed
The silent sounds
From the comments
The words you’ve never said
Not a sound is heard
As they’re desperately crying for help
Their tears are falling for us
Their words crying ink
To be touched and set free
we must open our eyes
To their writings for it has a tale to tell
A glimpse of the roller-coaster of emotions
going on through the poets lives
But many go unnoticed
So I prayed
We can noticed their cries
And shield them from dangers unaware
And try to see yourself through the poets minds
Sometimes I ask myself
Are they truly In need of help
Or Is it just writings
And since I don’t have the answer
You don’t know the answer
We must and should
Reached out
Yes it is true
It’s not our profession
But it is also true that
We are all God’s creatures
And the great book says
help those who cannot
Help themselves
So next time you
And you and you
Notice a writer
Crying out for help through their ink
It won’t hurt to send
them a few words
of encouragement
A few words of hope
Or maybe just a good morning
Sometimes goes a long way
let them know
Life is precious
It has its ups and downs
But it always gets better
As I expressed
It wasn’t long ago
When a phone call saved my life
Maybe you’re the last word
the poet is waiting on
Before they’ve reach a dead end
It’s too late

Jul 2018

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

⚘Thinking Outside The Box⚘

Think outside the box.
Don't control, confine, contain
Or restrain yourself within a box.
Your mind is a beautiful, cosmic, Boundless space.
Look within.
You will realise
Your mind is not a square.

Lose yourself
Inside the infinite universes
That you constantly create.
You are an endless library
Of unique brilliance...
But only look
If you dare.

By Lady R.F (C)2018⚘

Jul 2018

Torin

Mind

how am I to hold together
   as even the world around falls apart?
I only know i go through this time and this space
the same way these arrows pass through me
ripping at the heighth and the width
the symbols of being
the dimensions I feel

each tear a new loss
and each loss
a new pain

teach me that there is a goal
and I will forge bull-headed forward
never second thought
I stumble rusty headed to the night
I am the face of determination in spite of detriment
I am the body full of scars and broken bones
this time I will not falter
and if I fall
I will not fail

how am I to hold together?
   I dont rightly know
so long as every door is locked
and every mind is locked
when every move is loss
and even me being in the center
leaves me too far gone

im sure there is that kind of hope out there
the kind of hope that would see light
even in this darkness

Jul 2018

Christopher Victor Russon

Broken chains.

The chains have now been broken
From this place of no return
Your voice still echoes to this day
In the corridoors of our minds ,
Destiny now stands in wait
You took away our joy
But now the tide has turned
from your cold world now outside.
Your words they have faded
Along with your demands
Now you have gone the pain will heal ,
Those grusome cells they are open
We will leave those days behind
You have no hold of the fears
You created deep inside ,
Your doors have closed for the last time
Freedom is there and we move on
Far away from your prison bars.

That feeling of being set free from oppression
In its many forms .

Jul 2018

Brianna Love -aka Stormy Angel

Live In Today

There are no promises
      for tomorrow,
   it may never come
say I love you today
to those special ones.

Set goals
       dream your dreams
but, live within today
       for right now
          this moment
             is truly everything.

Stop wasting time
      on what was before
the past,
lessons learned,
      now it’s time
          to close those doors.

Comes a time in life
   when one must grow,
      the saying is true
you reap what you sow….

Give your heart
to the one you love
         make it a point
to show them
          No One Else
   could ever rise above.

Live in the here and now
   give a smile
          to all you meet
walk every day in love
make your
            life complete.