And starting the first chapter, of the second book;

and my life continues a new.

A new beginning continues the saga;

but change brings out a new birth of ever changing obstacles,

that without perseverance, my reality of past trials;

will bring me back to the first chapter from which there is no return.

I choose to prevail with successful ones,

and separate myself from the barely surviving.

This separation has allowed me the ability to comprehend my wrong’s

I used against my peers for internal gain.

Now, I have broken the chains that have once restrained me from true freedom.

My soul is no longer camouflaged with empty dreams of success

Without the first chapter, I have no foundation from which the second could exist.

I believe one’s destiny comes from the first chapters in life.

What is accomplished is totally depended on those choices that are made.

As I turn the pages, I look at what I have become.

I see the colorful wings of the butterfly, free from pain, but dripping from the rain

painting a beautiful picture on the pages of my life’s chapter’s.

Marcus Du Bois turner

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Life’s Chapter’s.

George L. Ellison

ã 10/02/2010

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at To Love Someone (A Sonnet).

So soulful your petals
So gently you rise
Most beautiful woman
With brown Angel eyes

Mysterious Rose, so caring
your soul
Let me feel you beside me,
so I can be whole

So real is your beauty
So caring your heart
Wanting you so badly
Tears me apart

Mysterious Rose, so fragile
your thorns
Let me hold you forever
Away from the storms

Just open your petals
Show me your heart
We’ll sail into horizons
Until death us do part

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Mysterious Rose.

Since it’s a star you can’t define,
It makes it stunning and unique,
I can not help but imagine,
Maybe it’s the one God visits.

Please, forever be by my side,
Here’s my one and only wish,
Without you I can not survive,
Do not let me fail and perish.

You constantly read on my mind,
I do not need to speak out loud,
You trully taugh me to be kind,
Are you watching me from a cloud?

You are the one I want to serve,
With obedience and affection,
There is nothing you don’t deserve,
Object of my adoration.

Each time I step into a church,
I feel you starring in my soul,
It’s like my heart is gonna burst,
My whole mind becomes your tool.

So can we unite forever?
To heaven gate i will arrive,
We’re all admiring your power,
And for your glory I will strive.

When my life is turning tragic,
I count on you to cheer me up,
You always bring me some magic,
Implying to never give up.

Why would one be an atheist?
You have proved me your existence,
It is a fact that you exist,
I have no doubt of your presence.

Always carrying you in my heart,
Regardless of where I will land,
Thank you for keeping me unhurt,
It is your cause that I defend.

Daddy I love you evermore,
You will always be my father,
You are the one that I adore,
Thou art my lord and my savior.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Ode to God.

So, who is this babe?
This iconic beauty?
He’s a video-game prince,
Sonic Hedgehog by name.

He leads a heavenly life,
Desired and lusted by millions,
You would have guessed it,
Since he is perfection.

Is it Sonic’s fault he makes humans look like pigs?
Or his fault he’s sexy and hot?
So love and respect him for who he is,
Don’t bash him for the things he’s got!

Is it Sonic’s fault his pixel consistency keeps him forever alive?
Or his fault in a couple of years all your organs will die?
His beauty will never fade when you’ll be old and ugly,
3D models never degrade, such is the big mistery.

If you see him at Station Square,
hold him a crown, buy him jewels,
Let’s not be afraid of the words,
He is a king, it’ll suit him well.

Saving the world, running so fast,
Defeating Eggman too,
starring in games, causing orgasm,
Is there something Sonic can’t do?

He is this gem that blessed earth,
Beautiful, perfect, divine,
Somewhat flawless even from birth,
As prototype from Sega line.

Sonic’s legend started in the past,
god’s beauty poured into a dreamcast,
could his charm be so wild and pure,
as the day you saw him in Sonic adventure?

His emerald eyes shine so bright,
He dazzles you, don’t deny it,
And his smile lights up the night,
try to survive the fainting fit.

Always looking wonderful,
He’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever see,
Just look into his eyes, there’s nothing more beautiful.
and he’s the greatest character there will ever be.

Plus, there’s so much more to him than being an idol,
He’s grand, strong and smart,
Just admire all of him as a whole,
His allure is a true work of art.

I proposed him,
even two times,
then he said yes,
now he is mine.

This is something you can’t withstand,
evidently, I understand,
You are gnawed by jealousy,
Just because he is my husband.

Oh Sonic, I love you with all of my heart!
I adore and worship you!
I’m proud to be your humble, devoted wife,
And I’ll always be loyal and true.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Immortal Beauty.

Far in the twilight your brown hair is gleaming-
I see your bright eyes in a faraway star!
I still hear your voice on the soft winds,Mokeeta;
Oh why then so SILENT? where summer dreams are.
Oh why then so silent? Oh why then so far?

I miss you Mokeeta, when twilight is falling’
The West is aflame, like a far golden sea!
Come on the CLOUDS where the wild wind is calling!
Come back on the RED SAILS of SUNSET to me.
Come back again, on the twilight, to me!

This life is a dream, tho an unending battle-
They say we are made up of CARBIDES and TEA-
But JOHN got a truck and he hauled home the cattle-
While I and MOKEETA sailed on the dim sea.
SHE CAME THROUGH THE TWILIGHT , AND MOONLIGHT TO ME!

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom, by the sea-
Forgotten now, but I loved her so-
And her name was…ANABEL LEE!
And she sleeps by the sounding sea.
Down by the sounding sea.

And there is never a song so dear-
Till lifes last tale is told-
And over her tomb, the silver moon,
Turns all her beams to gold-
Turn al her silver beams to gold-
And far across the sea-
The winds forever sing the song-
The song of Annabel Lee!

nd the stars never rise
But I feel thebright eyes
Of beautiful Annabel Lee!
And the moon never beams
Without bringing the dreams-
The old dreams of Annabel Lee
Down by the side of the shifting sand-
Down by the sounding sea!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Mokeeta, Mokeeta and more Annabel lee.

Of all the beautiful pictures
That hand on memories wall-
The one of the autumn twilight
Seems to be best of all-
Wife says its “Minnesota”-
For thats where she used to be-
To me it is only “Dreaming”-
Down lanes of melody.

The fields have turned to silver
Over the shinging wheat-
Ready to turn to waves of gold
Where winds of summer meet!
But over me a shadow
Drifts like the winds today-
Tho over my house the leaning trees
Sing their heart away.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Lifes Highway.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Dream.

Now my room is dark and lonely
I start to cry for my one and only
I close my eyes to see your face
Then back to sleep with no embrace

My dreams are vivid and colorful too
The things they lack are me with you
And In the morning when I wake
That’s when my heart… begins to ache

An empty bed is where I am
Then the tears they fall again
I look at your pillow… without a wrinkle
No lovely face with eyes that twinkle

To see your face…and then embrace
Is something that will never be replaced
And now that our love has truly ended
I pray my heart…will soon be mended

Ken Coleman ©

http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Empty Room.

There is no song so dear to me-
Till lifes last tale is told-
and over her tomb, the silver moon
Turns all her beams, to gold!

Was there a valley of singing trees?
And a kingdom by the sea?
And was there a girl who ran along
By the name of “Annabel Lee”?
Do you think that the Angels cried
When Annabel Lee was gone?

And the moon never beamed
But the Poet dreamed
Of his beautiful Annabel Lee-
And his thoughts went back
To the haunted tomb
Down by the lonely sea……
“TO HER TOMB….BY THE SOUNDING SEA!

My youth is gone, for many a year,
But the moon and the stars still gleam!
And I can never read Annabel Lee
Without going back, in a dream.

An the little valley they left one day
Is the same as it used to be-
And Poe said he was happy there……
IN THAT KINGDOM…….BY……THE……SEA!

And the moon never beams,
Without bringing him drams-
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee………
Yes the moon never beams,
Without bringing him dreams
And the stars that were beight as her eyes……
And the springtime valley they left one day….
Still under the moonlight lies.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at More Annabel Lee.