Underneath the tremors
There’s no Mother for a child
Underneath the rubble
Is what’s left of broken smiles

Underneath the bridge
Is a man without a home
Underneath the moonlight
There’s a child who cries alone

Underneath the remnants
Children played without a fear
Underneath the blanket
An infant clings to life so dear

Underneath the tragedy
It’s up to us to make a start
Underneath the grief
A chance to unbreak someones heart

Underneath the dreams
That were shattered in a glance
Underneath the ruins
Is help to build a second chance

Underneath the sun
Where lovers long to sail away
Underneath the gray sky
A child survives another day

Underneath disaster
Is a longing to reach out
Underneath this calling
Desire burns through all self doubt

JCM 1/2010

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

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.   

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Recipe for a Smile.

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.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Falling in the fire.

Then why cant I fly like an eagle.

Why cant I soar like that mighty bird,
high above this troubled world.

To fold my wings and soar,
At speeds to high to ignore.

I would catch the wind and float,
Or just fly around and gloat.

Or I could sit and watch with a keen eye,
The world and its creatures go by.

To be able to fly is what I desire,
To fly here and there I would never tire.

But Here I stand feet planted on the ground,
My head in the clouds with wonderment all around.

An eagle’s flight is want I want,
To do it would be a wonderful jaunt.

And some day when I am taken,
In an eagles life I will awaken.

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

 
Time is a torrent and our desires wander immersed
In it, sinking and surging at times, helplessly.
Desires of an incapable and vulnerable life!

We believe the magnificent horizon is so
Nearby, at the reach of our hands.
When we approach it, it moves away farther
Into a distance beyond our reach.
We move near, it drifts away.
That is the horizon of our aspirations.
Where can we ever find the shores of this sea?
When can we ever find our rest, at last?

Promises written across the water and dreams
We experience during our sojourn,
Awaken when asleep, and sleep while awake.
How many different kinds of masks they wear?
To kindle and vivify the flame of desire,
Raging within us, and to satiate them.
When can we ever find the shore of the golden sands?
Where can we lay down our head for a long sleep?

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Desiderate….

Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind;

When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,

A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.

And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk!

Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer.

And, spectacular vistas of spring, as sad rainy days.

The woeful heart, in an impeded wobble, tick feebly.

You became a singing bird, with wounded wings,

Flying queasy, through the gloom.

The bangles of the wind ceased to tinkle, and

Spring diverted its path, evading to brush

Mascara on her delightful eyelashes.

Unattained aspirations, wept in the chariot of rainbows.

Through millions of rebirths, we have been seeking

Frantically, for each other, and still our desires are unquenched.

Are you now a peddler, selling dreams and tears to me?

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This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at A peddler….

“Look a bit closer and what can you tell?”
“Lock me up quick ’cause I think I’m in Hell.” 
“There is a story or there is a song,”
“Call me a liar, I think you are wrong.”

Showing me ink-blots will drive me insane,
Doctors want answers when playing their game,
Thinking they know what goes on in my head,
I’ll never tell them; they won’t find a shred.

I am a secret that no one will know,
Hiding my feelings, not letting them show,
Making up stories to lead them astray,
Make them believe all the things that I say.

“I’ll say ‘desire’, now what will you say?”
“I’ll say I’m tired and don’t want to play.” 
“Something is really quite wrong in your head,”
“Why don’t you find a sane person instead.”

Call him a ‘Shrink’, but I’ll call him a liar,
Taking my money so he can retire,
I’m just as ‘normal’ as everyone here,
I’m not as crazy as what I appear.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Alone With The Shrink.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at the meaning of you.

To be a leader.

leadership was not for me.

I never wanted to be a follower

because I had my own decree.

I marched to a certain drum beat

That suited me to a tee.

I followed my own dictates

Let no one dictate to me

I tried treating everyone fairly

And hoped they’d do the same to me.

Whatever happened to me in life

I accepted willingly.

But

Now that I am older

And observe life in a different view

I may have done some things differently

Except for the day that I met you.

Thomas Fenning

Monday, June 02, 2008

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Love Poem.