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 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 971 (view)
 
Shelter me...home
Posted: 3/3/2013 2:50:47 PM
We are forever joined, you and I. When one soul feels the pain – the other also sheds the tears. I believe our spirits were joined when our souls touched on the day we first communicated. The planes on which we wander are melded, not parallel, because they have crossed and re-crossed one another many times – in other lifetimes as well as this one. What we experience is beyond mere friendship – it transcends the physical and defies time or distance.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 119 (view)
 
Clarification(s)
Posted: 3/3/2013 2:48:04 PM
We are forever joined, you and I. When one soul feels the pain – the other also sheds the tears. I believe our spirits were joined when our souls touched on the day we first communicated. The planes on which we wander are melded, not parallel, because they have crossed and re-crossed one another many times – in other lifetimes as well as this one. What we experience is beyond mere friendship – it transcends the physical and defies time or distance.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 970 (view)
 
Then … Is it Lost?©
Posted: 1/22/2013 8:44:21 PM
The traveller reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He’d come a million league.

Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.

Hard roads had been his travel
With pains chiselled on his face
In lines of furrows on his brow
Permanently enlaced

Around I saw no motion there, then …
His head began to rise
Finally he looked at me …
Suffering in his eyes.

So quietly I attended
And with a heavy heart
I wanted so to speak to him …
But knew not how to start

Within his laboured breathing
He then began to speak
His words, when finally spoken
Were truthful and unique

His lips began to form the words …
Then said; “My name is: Union Man,
I’m a father; I’ve worked hard;
… always done the best I can.”

“The road’s become uphill and steep with
Burdens I can’t propel
I’ve tried to move on and forward …
But, was struck here … and I fell.

“There are others on me
Who so do depend
I must keep moving forward,
This mustn’t be my end.

“So now I reach out to you
Together we’ve never failed
I’m turning now to you
‘Fore on hardships I’m impaled”.

A calloused hand then extended
Toward my outstretched hand
And I want to heed the call
For this Union Man

But, Greed and Avarice have won
And assistance can’t be lent …
Wall Street, you see, owns me now:
I’m Your Government.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 118 (view)
 
Then … Is it Lost?©
Posted: 1/22/2013 8:42:49 PM
The traveller reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He’d come a million league.

Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.

Hard roads had been his travel
With pains chiselled on his face
In lines of furrows on his brow
Permanently enlaced

Around I saw no motion there, then …
His head began to rise
Finally he looked at me …
Suffering in his eyes.

So quietly I attended
And with a heavy heart
I wanted so to speak to him …
But knew not how to start

Within his laboured breathing
He then began to speak
His words, when finally spoken
Were truthful and unique

His lips began to form the words …
Then said; “My name is: Union Man,
I’m a father; I’ve worked hard;
… always done the best I can.”

“The road’s become uphill and steep with
Burdens I can’t propel
I’ve tried to move on and forward …
But, was struck here … and I fell.

“There are others on me
Who so do depend
I must keep moving forward,
This mustn’t be my end.

“So now I reach out to you
Together we’ve never failed
I’m turning now to you
‘Fore on hardships I’m impaled”.

A calloused hand then extended
Toward my outstretched hand
And I want to heed the call
For this Union Man

But, Greed and Avarice have won
And assistance can’t be lent …
Wall Street, you see, owns me now:
I’m Your Government.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 962 (view)
 
Clarification(s)
Posted: 4/18/2012 11:48:11 AM
Words I write are very, very rarely directed at an individual, and even more rarely do they criticize or condemn. Only do I pen such missives as clarifications or adulations. The rest of my writing is of a general scope and, if read and re-read without a personalization of any kind, can be seen as just that. I hold malice for no living soul – certainly not angels. “Won’t Forget” was penned for a fellow volunteer worker, who had been nearly spiritually devastated by thoughtless, intentionally hurtful comments from a third party – I just happened to also place it here in this forum – in two locations.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 117 (view)
 
Clarification(s)
Posted: 4/18/2012 11:46:33 AM
Words I write are very, very rarely directed at an individual, and even more rarely do they criticize or condemn. Only do I pen such missives as clarifications or adulations. The rest of my writing is of a general scope and, if read and re-read without a personalization of any kind, can be seen as just that. I hold malice for no living soul – certainly not angels. “Won’t Forget” was penned for a fellow volunteer worker, who had been nearly spiritually devastated by thoughtless, intentionally hurtful comments from a third party – I just happened to also place it here in this forum – in two locations.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 116 (view)
 
The To-Do List©
Posted: 4/14/2012 11:06:00 AM
So … what are the things
Which we must do
Before our journey here is through
Dare we then construct a list
Before our time here is dismissed?

We must pay heed unto the child
Whether orphaned or beguiled
To assure they know not prejudice
Which only feeds the villainous

Charity, too, must be addressed
And those in need be re-assessed
To ensure that they in their Life
Should have to face less pain and strife

We need to spread but joy and love
To where the eagle spares the dove
With “enemy” a word expelled
Where Peace in Life is then upheld

Famine then needs be decreed
As useless and without a need
No one ever should go to bed
Without consuming daily bread

And shelter, too, must make our list
Before our final breath is hissed
For Life’s storms can be damaging
Protection then does shelter bring.

Pursuits of dreams unfettered be
Those we seek so actively
To enhance the World – and then beyond
Of all these things we gave grown fond

The List remains but incomplete
For each of us must strive to meet
The inner calling that we hear
To help mankind to all adhere.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 115 (view)
 
Won't Forget©
Posted: 4/14/2012 11:03:51 AM
As should you ...
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 113 (view)
 
Won't Forget©
Posted: 4/13/2012 8:23:29 PM
Sabetha ...

Yes ... true enough. I enjoyed your post, as I'm sure others will, who read your posts. You're welcome here anytime ... PC4U
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 959 (view)
 
Won’t Forget©
Posted: 4/13/2012 8:41:56 AM
They ring in ears for years to come
As chords of hurtfulness they strum
And resonate on mental strings:
All those spoken, hurtful things.

Those who spoke the hurtful words
Which roll like balls of billiards
Inside our heads eternally
Care not of damage they don’t see

But all the pain, their words have caused
Which haunts us every time we’ve paused
Will form our lives and mold our fate
And of our lives will educate

And of their words we can’t forget
No longer do we fear nor fret
There are higher planes we see
On which to place our normalcy

They are nothing and will be gone
Even tho’ their hurtful words live on
Forgiveness we may one day let …
But hurtful words we won’t forget.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 111 (view)
 
Won't Forget©
Posted: 4/13/2012 8:39:47 AM
They ring in ears for years to come
As chords of hurtfulness they strum
And resonate on mental strings:
All those spoken, hurtful things.

Those who spoke the hurtful words
Which roll like balls of billiards
Inside our heads eternally
Care not of damage they don’t see

But all the pain, their words have caused
Which haunts us every time we’ve paused
Will form our lives and mold our fate
And of our lives will educate

And of their words we can’t forget
No longer do we fear nor fret
For there are higher planes we see
On which to place our normalcy

They are nothing and will be gone
Even tho’ their hurtful words live on
Forgiveness we may one day let …
But hurtful words we won’t forget.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 110 (view)
 
Broken©
Posted: 4/11/2012 6:11:31 AM
But now, the bond
Which we had spoke
Is no more
It’s gone. It’s broke.

The dreams contained
Within that trust
Have all spilled out …
They lie in dust

For the oath of comrades
You pledged to be
Is Crushed into
Just … reverie.

And I, betrayed,
Will trust no more
Unspoken pledges
That you’ve foreswore
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 109 (view)
 
An Epitaph©
Posted: 4/10/2012 5:57:07 PM
Ah! You of Youth!
You can’t see me
But … where you are,
I used to be.

I’ve crossed over
And …you will, too
Birth and Death –
They’re nothing new.

But, what you do
While you’re alive
Governs if you will
Be deprived …

Entry to:
Heaven’s Gate
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 108 (view)
 
Miss©
Posted: 4/8/2012 5:12:27 AM
On days which went not right
Then when evening came to be
I miss the hands and voice
That brought me normalcy

The remembered days of triumph
When laughter filled the air
Joy-tears welled my eyes … and
Her presence was always there

In sickness and in sorrow
Through all the thicks and thins
Standing there beside me
The woes she’d help me cleanse

When harsh words or arguments
Invaded tranquil scenes
Her understanding gentleness
Returned the good routines

Situation and circumstance
And twists that fate allow
Caused it all to go away
And oh … I miss her now.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 956 (view)
 
Caressed©
Posted: 4/5/2012 5:07:42 PM
Life is just a pause between eternities
Death is but a door to cleanse our agonies
On the other side of Death … is a door named: Birth
When it opens up – we start a new Life here on Earth.

So …Death cannot be permanent,
‘tis just a stepping stone …
An interruption in a cycle
Of what’s eternally our cologne

Which is for now and always
Life’s own essence blessed
When we inhale that fragrance
‘tis Eternity we’ve caressed.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 107 (view)
 
Caressed©
Posted: 4/5/2012 5:05:50 PM
Life is just a pause between eternities
Death is but a door to cleanse our agonies
On the other side of Death … is a door named: Birth
When it opens up – we start a new Life here on Earth.

So …Death cannot be permanent,
‘tis just a stepping stone …
An interruption in a cycle
Of what’s eternally our cologne

Which is for now and always
Life’s own essence blessed
When we inhale that fragrance
‘tis Eternity we’ve caressed.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 106 (view)
 
Sounds Resound©
Posted: 4/4/2012 2:03:05 PM
Sounds Resound©

What we say in this Life
Means less than what we do
But … What we do in this Life
Defines both me … and you …

We journey roads less traveled
Or maybe traffic filled
But less or more is moot of point
If beauty’s left instilled

Within the hearts of others
Or of a thought compelled
Which roots-out ugliness
With hatred there expelled

An angel in your dream-room
Where loveliness abounds
Emits all your joyfulness … and
In my mind the sounds resound.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 953 (view)
 
Shelter Me Home.... from far, far away
Posted: 4/1/2012 2:41:34 PM
What we say in this Life
Means less than what we do
But … What we do in this Life
Defines both me … and you …

We journey roads less traveled
Or maybe traffic filled
But less or more is moot of point
If beauty’s left instilled

Within the hearts of others
Or of a thought compelled
Which roots-out ugliness
With hatred there expelled

An angel in your dream-room
Where loveliness abounds
Emits all your joyfulness … and
In my mind the sounds resound.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 57 (view)
 
Wonderfreakingful great quote
Posted: 3/24/2012 9:23:55 AM
"Forgiveness is: The perfume a flower leaves on the shoe that crushed it" - unknown
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 56 (view)
 
Wonderfreakingful great quote
Posted: 3/24/2012 9:22:55 AM
Mans’ conjured malfeasance, can only take root when irrigated by impotent complacency – j. hogan clark
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 951 (view)
 
Shelter Me Home.... from far, far away
Posted: 3/23/2012 9:50:29 PM
A pseudonym identifies
But only as a name
No statement is intended
No character proclaimed

My name: It’s a private thing
Acceptable … or not.
To others, not the owner,
To change it – is a naught

Pseudonyms sometimes
Are born of friendships old
Using them over time
Can render souls consoled

In a mind a friendship
Can live forever more
Even when’ cut too short
By some senseless damning war

The thread that holds together
The camaraderie
‘tween me and my lost friend
Is the name I’ve given … me.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 105 (view)
 
Poster Child for Ugly©
Posted: 3/22/2012 4:57:28 PM
A pseudonym identifies
But only as a name
No statement is intended
No character proclaimed

My name: It’s a private thing
Acceptable … or not.
To others, not the owner,
To change it – is a naught

Pseudonyms sometimes
Are born of friendships old
Using them over time
Can render souls consoled

In a mind a friendship
Can live forever more
Even when’ cut too short
By some senseless damning war

The thread that holds together
The camaraderie
‘tween me and my lost friend
Is the name I’ve given me.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 104 (view)
 
Essences©
Posted: 3/21/2012 7:50:12 PM
... thank you, Sabetha. I see, too, that you are poet ... and I am looking forward to additional original pennings from you ... right here ...
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 949 (view)
 
Shelter Me Home.... from far, far away
Posted: 3/21/2012 6:04:21 PM
Whimsy? … you know not.
Game playing? … not your repertoire
I believe you above those things,
For the former are so bourgeois

I see you on a pedestal
Where always you have been …
Not within your own eyes
But in the mind I keep you in

Superficiality
Your interest does not allow
Reality only sometimes
Does your mind endow

The realm I see you in …
The domain where you hold sway
Has always been: What can be …
Of things not yet today

Only angels have documents
That authorize access to …
The realm in which you live
… and that’s where I hold you.

I am not deserving …
An ugly poster child I be
But I can stand afar … and …
Enjoy the angel that I see.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 102 (view)
 
Essences©
Posted: 3/21/2012 6:02:08 PM
Whimsy? … you know not.
Game playing? … not your repertoire
I believe you above those things,
For the former are so bourgeois

I see you on a pedestal
Where always you have been …
Not within your own eyes
But in the mind I keep you in

Superficiality
Your interest does not allow
Reality only sometimes
Does your mind endow

The realm I see you in …
The domain where you hold sway
Has always been: What can be …
Of things not yet today

Only angels have documents
That authorize access to …
The realm in which you live
… and that’s where I hold you.

I am not deserving …
An ugly poster child I be
But I can stand afar … and …
Enjoy the angel that I see.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 101 (view)
 
Essences©
Posted: 3/11/2012 8:10:26 AM
Those things we will always remember …

When your daughter calls you “Daddy” – no matter what her age …
When someone gives you an accolade – even better when it comes from your Dad …
The inner feeling of your chest swelling, when you KNOW, you did something good for someone else …
When you witness, or learn of, a serious tragedy …
A breath-taking sunset …
That first down-hill red-wagon ride …
The first sight of your child …
The emotion-generating casual touch of your spouse as they pass your chair …
A child’s smile, when you compliment them …

These are the motivational essences which compel us to look forward to … tomorrow.
And … not one of them involve money.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 942 (view)
 
The Final Curse
Posted: 3/3/2012 8:42:11 PM
Tho’ walking on a sunlit street
Within brilliance of its’ light
A man sees only darkness
Within his inner sight

For his home has been taken
His job is there no more
Wall Street Greed ate his house
… his job’s on a foreign shore

Congress makes no decisions
Save for accusations placed
Against another party
They hope they will disgrace

Joblessness simply escalates
Children go un-fed
Bonuses for the privatized
Should be the children’s bread

Avarice, unfettered
Swells the corporate’s stash
While ethics and morals
Go discarded with panache

T’is corporate’s calloused gluttony
Of un-satiated greed
Which drives the avarice onward
To feed that malfeasant breed

The country now divided ‘tween:
“The Haves” and the “Have-nots”
The latter begs from hunger
The former steer their yachts

America’s succumbed to Greed
And China holds their purse
Proven will be: Greed and Avarice
America’s final curse.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 4491 (view)
 
Left as Legacy©
Posted: 2/25/2012 9:40:40 AM
I sat there by her bedside …
Her wrinkled hands I held
As quietly mind-memories
Were released from where they dwelled.

“Suppertime!” she shouted,
(Out our back-porch door),
On a sunshine day.
But … fifty years before

“Don’t do that”, she’d warned,
“Your eyes might STAY that way”,
Another of her cautions
Which helped me make it to, today.

A million clothes she’d washed,
Ten million dishes, too
With these very hands I held
Before her day was through.

Smiles would cross her face
As she watched a town parade
Or when a friend or neighbor
Provided an accolade

Her hands were there so fragile
And the strength once there – was gone
But the essences that drove them
Were from where my strength is drawn

Constantly there’s a reminder, and
Though she’s gone – and left me
She lives within me, still
Strength and inspiration, Mom, you left as legacy.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 71 (view)
 
Queen of the Rails©
Posted: 2/24/2012 5:30:42 PM
The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
It was her heraldry.

A wake of steam and smoke
Hovers o’er the rails
Of hardened steel and wooden ties
Which her magnificence assails

Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined

She rules again with majesty
Today while she’s in view
But … sadly this is the time,
Last accolades are due

Slowly as she comes to rest,
We see she’s thoroughbred
Where water, steel and hard, black coal
Together have been wed.

In regal-ness she’s resplendent
With fittings’ shining bright
Her radiance commands respect
On this – her final flight.

Now sitting at the siding
Puffing rhythmic breath
A far away museum will,
Of her life commit its’ theft.

Photographs will mimic
Her image of today
But missing from those photos:
The Glories of Yesterday

When o’er the steel she thundered
Demanding from all who saw
Her massive immense power
Which held them all in awe.

But Glory, she found, was fleeting
When “progress” came to call
Her future then was set in stone
Like the writing on the wall.

Now we hear the brake release …
Her throttle then is moved …
She inches down the track
There on the landscape grooved

Then as she gains her breath
And whistles out her yell
An announcement for all to hear:
“Goodbye! Hope I’ve served you well!”

She’s journeyed through the ages
And this boy – an old man now -
Watches as she fades away
And waves, as he yells: “Ciao!”

But in his mind is yesteryear
With his dog there by his side
Standing near the railroad tracks
Where Queen-of-the-Rails did ride.

And long from now whenever
He says: “Remember when …”
It will be those times to him
She’ll come alive … again.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 100 (view)
 
Queen of the Rails©
Posted: 2/24/2012 5:25:15 PM
The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
It was her heraldry.

A wake of steam and smoke
Hovers o’er the rails
Of hardened steel and wooden ties
Which her magnificence assails

Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined

She rules again with majesty
Today while she’s in view
But … sadly this is the time,
Last accolades are due

Slowly as she comes to rest,
We see she’s thoroughbred
Where water, steel and hard, black coal
Together have been wed.

In regal-ness she’s resplendent
With fittings’ shining bright
Her radiance commands respect
On this – her final flight.

Now sitting at the siding
Puffing rhythmic breath
A far away museum will,
Of her life commit its’ theft.

Photographs will mimic
Her image of today
But missing from those photos:
The Glories of Yesterday

When o’er the steel she thundered
Demanding from all who saw
Her massive immense power
Which held them all in awe.

But Glory, she found, was fleeting
When “progress” came to call
Her future then was set in stone
Like the writing on the wall.

Now we hear the brake release …
Her throttle then is moved …
She inches down the track
There on the landscape grooved

Then as she gains her breath
And whistles out her yell
An announcement for all to hear:
“Goodbye! Hope I’ve served you well!”

She’s journeyed through the ages
And this boy – an old man now -
Watches as she fades away
And waves, as he yells: “Ciao!”

But in his mind is yesteryear
With his dog there by his side
Standing near the railroad tracks
Where Queen-of-the-Rails did ride.

And long from now whenever
He says: “Remember when …”
It will be those times to him
She’ll come alive … again.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 70 (view)
 
Collections©
Posted: 2/21/2012 9:31:45 AM
My litany of future deeds
Contained among its’ lofty meeds
A quota I was to meet
And lay them at my Master’s feet.

With diligence and stone resolve
I vowed that quota to absolve
By picking carefully
The butchered souls He wants from me.

The Prince of Darkness, harsh and cruel
While using me as his tool
Crushes souls so viciously
Laughs, when souls for mercy plea

Eons now have I lived
A billion souls have I sieved
Constantly ... I search for more
Always seeking an encore

Now, today I find me … here
Where you and I are oh so near
I so enjoy the work I do …
For now I seek a soul from … YOU!
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 69 (view)
 
Worst Enemy©
Posted: 2/21/2012 5:12:13 AM
Anguish floods the mind and then,
Subsides to journey back again
When pain, renewed, knocks on our door
For evidently we want more …

Incessantly do we cultivate
Those things which will berate
Stability and normalcy
Bringing pain … unconsciously.

Relationships which ooze abuse;
Lust or greed which do seduce;
Gluttony and avarice
Compels us toward a worthlessness.

No one drives us to these ends
Where pain always in the air suspends
‘n Anguish lives in infamy – but …
T’is WE - our worst enemy
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 481 (view)
 
The Dominated Province©
Posted: 2/5/2012 9:55:33 PM
Dank and damp the mildewed moss
Lines the rock-wall fence
And misery it does emboss
As Nightfall’s recompense

Travesties run everywhere
And so does sharp-quilled pain
Clicking sounds here and there
Heard ‘bove the rancid rain.

Down the path, near the fence
Clawed creatures start their dance
Announcing: We Commence …
For their prelude will enhance

The arrival of the Dark Prince
Whose soul of festered hate
Dominates this Province
Of Life here to dictate
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 99 (view)
 
Wasted Lives©
Posted: 1/29/2012 7:31:59 AM
In times of solitude, when her thoughts drifted backward into the wake of her past, the wrongs, outside her realm of control (provided by fate and circumstance), silently screamed in protest of the losses and shortcoming they provided her for the rest of her life. Often those moments culminated in the flow of unanswered tears.

Sadly, she wasn’t and isn’t unique in those moments. Millions of persons have the same experiences. What separates one from the other, are their methods of coping with those moments. Some have more successful results than others.

As time advanced, and age accumulated, the visitations to the wake of life became more and more frequent. There came a time in that procession where she retrograded and relegated herself into constantly reliving the events contained in that wake. In doing so the misery provided by past fate and circumstance became her constant and continual companion.

At some point in her past, the opportunity to change her future presented itself, but, either she didn’t recognize it for what it was, or having recognized it elected – for whatever reason – to ignore it.

She is now, and forevermore, trapped in her past, doomed to relive it without any possibility of reprieve or relief. Her advancing age no longer leaves enough time to allow an expectation of successfully engaging attempts to reverse the cocoon of the past in which she has surrounded herself.

There are millions of such lives – and we go on oblivious to their plight, and ignorant of their pain.

The waste that indecision can provide is monumental when it comes to such lives.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 480 (view)
 
The Dark Side
Posted: 1/4/2012 8:35:23 PM
Yes ... the malady of which you've written is the curse of mankind, and it's unrelenting, without mercy. It must be hammered and beaten with every weapon that can be found, until it can no longer raise its' ugly rancid head. Your words are true.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 478 (view)
 
Hounds©
Posted: 11/6/2011 8:55:07 PM
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled

Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’

And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep

Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow are following, causing their havoc

Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’

I unleash the Hounds of Hell and silently do I watch
Devoutly do they search for souls they will debauch

Hounds of Hell caused someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes wait here …as I am watching YOU!
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 65 (view)
 
The Moan©
Posted: 5/20/2011 3:32:11 PM
For weeks it had bothered me so
And twice had I started to go
But I’d not walked the lane
For I feared the pain
Of what taking that walk might me show.

‘Tis a coward I thought I may be
‘Cause I wouldn’t get myself to go see
That is – ‘til tonight
When I conquered my fright
And went off without heraldry

With bluster did I initially walk
Not once did I falter or balk
That is … ‘til the House came to view
Then my resolve turned to goo
And bravery my cowardice mocked.

The moon, hanging high in the sky
Winked goodbye, as a cloud drifted by
And here, on the ground,
T’was ne’ry a sound
As moon-shadows disappeared to go cry

There - in my tracks - I stood still
Breathing not – to bolster my will
I tried hard to move
My cowardice disproved
(If my bravery would ever refill)

The path, relit by Moon’s Face,
Saved me a coward’s disgrace
For the cloud moved away
My Shame got a stay
When resuming there my normal pace.

The Wind, was most quiet ‘til now,
There ‘bout ‘came lively somehow
And tree branches “spoke”
‘Cause the Wind it awoke
Every leaf, bark and dark bough

Dead leaves on the path ran about
In apparent unorganized route
Their rustling sounds
Were mindful of hounds
Chasing something unseen but devout

A chill then slowed down my gait
And gave pause - a moment to wait
Some unspoken dread
Entered my head
And I paused there awaiting my fate

And the pause gave birth to The Moan
Low … forlorn and alone
It sinister be
And deeply chilled me
And my soul then touched a tombstone

Glancing about where I stood
Looking for someone that would
Emit such a sound
But … nowhere around
Was there any being who could.

The on-rush of Fright was immense
Illogical and hotly intense
My instinct to run
Became then undone
When my mind readjusted its’ sense.

The Moan again reached my ears
Renewing my doubts and my fears
Panic set in
“RUN!” came again
Fears were my legs’ puppeteers

Then up the path did I run
Believing my mind was undone
The Moan was behind
But, left me inclined
To believe I was in a caldron

My only thought then of FLEEING
Was interrupted there by my seeing
A darkened door sill
Of the House on the Hill
As Fear gripped tight on my Being.

Each intake of breath was a gasp
My lungs beginning to rasp
The House was so near …
Yet so was the Fear
Then at last the door knob I grasped

I quick turned the knob and surged in
Then slammed the door shut again
Then I felt safe
A cold lonely waif
But … t’was the House on the Hill I was in!

Back into my mind fled the story
Of events of this house oh so gory
How persons had died
One was a bride
The facts of the tale all a sundry

The Moan’s words built me a touchstone –
Rendered to mush was my backbone
The cause why I’d fled
That Filled me with dread:
“The Horrors of Hell you’ll be shown!”

My thought was: Wait until daylight
‘Tis then I’ll be rid of my fright
I’ll not shed tears
Because of some fears
Yes … come daylight I’ll be alright.

T’was then I examined the room
Dark and dank filled with gloom
The musk and mildew
Like that of bayou
Promised to consume and entomb

Windows with light from moon-glow
Adorned the room in trousseau
Seductive, and yet …
A conceivable threat
Of revealing things not to know

Though the room was barrenly rife
With no visible clue there’d been life
My mind knew the truth
Evil uncouth
Caused Death to invade via lowlife

The House then seemed to connive
My thoughts of it’s being alive
‘Cant’ let it be so
I’ve got to go
And get out – if I want to survive

Then, footsteps from the floor o’er my head
Their sound began to outspread
Then dragging sounds
Put out-of-bounds
Rationality – replaced there by dread

Calculations through Fear, go awry
And then should never apply
To rational thought
To do what it ought
With reasonable things to comply

Now words of The Moan seemed less woeful
The sounds from above were more awful
I turned to the door
To go out once more
The knob wouldn’t turn – I was baneful

With panic again my companion
My circumstance I sought to abandon
But … nowhere to run
My nerves were undone
Bravery had lost its’ persuasion

A staircase was off to my left
Footsteps thereon it were deft
No one could I see
To caused my melee
Of cohesive thought I’m bereft

The room turned black as a tomb
Reverting to Hell’s only womb
Footsteps came near
Vomiting Fear
As I stood there awaiting my doom

My mind told my voice to then scream
I prayed this was only a dream
No strength could I find
To un-wind my mind
And there my soul to redeem

Powerless was I to resist
By some evil was my Being kissed
And I felt the pain
Of going insane
Then all of my thoughts went to mist

With my actions now all controlled
Every word, every thought is cajoled
By Powers of Hell
You know very well
By Evil now I’m consoled

Now I’M the Voice of the Moan
And forever I’ll not leave you alone
To you I address
My solemn promise:
“The Horrors of Hell you’ll be shown”.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 64 (view)
 
A Deadly Way To Go©
Posted: 4/13/2011 4:05:46 PM
He rode up to the building
In a chauffeur driven car
A Rolls-Royce I think it was
He sported a cigar …

Wow … A big impression!
A rock-star could he be?
No, just a salesman -
For Nuclear energy.

An’ there within the boardroom
A ’fore his spiel began
He flexed his corporate muscles
Revealing avarice in his plan:

His presentation: awesome
His dress: impeccable
But the content of his words
Were not so laudable

Embraced were words of safety
Extolled was energy
But n’er did he speak “meltdown”
Nor “nuclear misery”

He hung his head in shame
When questions then began:
Earthquake?; Tsunami?;
Radiation in Japan?

Our citizens sent him packing
Japan and we both know:
Nuclear energy …
A deadly way to go.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 63 (view)
 
Found©
Posted: 4/9/2011 9:40:10 PM
They found her today, curled around a dirty blanket under an overpass. The coroner estimated her age at 71.

She had been an aged, homeless woman, living on the streets. Finding sustenance had been a constant continual problem. Her health had been a serious issue.

While alive, when seen, most passersby had turned away in disgust; Youths would tell her: “Get a job”, or hurl insults.

Who was she?

She abandoned her dreams at an early age, and elected to follow the dreams of the man she thought to be her champion and life long companion. More than once she uprooted her life and accompanied him in pursuit of some passionate dream he embraced, and did her best to help him find it.

The “star” on which she had hung her hopes and her entire future abandoned her, with their child, in a bus station in Georgia. She was 37 at the time.

Wear of the years and hardships had taken their toll on her, both mentally and physically. The times and opportunities had passed in which she could have engaged in furthering her education, and it was these things she had put aside to follow “his” dreams.

It was not she that failed, but the “star” she had believed in. The mirror of hope and aspiration she had longingly gazed into when she was fifteen, he had shattered. A lifetime was lost, and its’ shell she wore as tattered rags.

She did those things she had to do to survive, and her child, taken from her, was somewhere in the morass of government bureaucracy, assuring she’d never see him again.

There were days of solitude where white tracks on her soiled face could be seen from her eyes to her chin, as the legacy of her memories.

Her days were filled with foraging. Her eyes had been dulled by disappointment and defeat. Her body was dirty and scarred. Hope to her remained as only a memory of a word of no substance or possibility. She was completely void of any expectations and lived from day to day driven only by the most basic of instincts …

It’s what’s left when dreams are callously destroyed.

I was too late, but today, at last I had found my Mom.

Make your choices wisely, for there, save for the Grace of God, go you or I.
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 477 (view)
 
Deadly Way To Go©
Posted: 3/15/2011 7:13:22 PM
He rode up to the building
In a chauffeur driven car
A Rolls-Royce I think it was
He sported a cigar …

Wow … A big impression!
A rock-star could he be?
No, just a salesman -
For Nuclear energy.

An’ there within the boardroom
A ’fore his spiel began
He flexed his corporate muscles
‘T was avarice in his plan:

His presentation: awesome
His dress: impeccable
But the content of his words
Were not so laudable

Embraced were words of safety
Extolled was energy
But n’er did he speak “meltdown”
Nor “nuclear misery”

He hung his head in shame
When questions then began:
Earthquake?; Tsunami?;
Destruction in Japan?

Our citizens sent him packing
Japan and we both know:
Nuclear energy …
A deadly way to go.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 36 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 3/11/2010 12:10:31 PM
While huntin’ Ol’ Mac got the urge
His bladder of liquid to purge
… a fence was electric
… the shock catastrophic
He didn’t survive the strong surge
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 62 (view)
 
Walkin’ Slow©
Posted: 2/21/2010 12:45:11 PM
I remember way back when,
I couldn’t have been more than ten
On a dusty road with my cane-pole

Powdered dust ‘tween my bare toes
Walkin’ with no cares or woes
To the Covered Bridge and fishin’ hole

Taking up my time by walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout things I didn’t know

Time moved on, I became a teen
I met “her”, - she was serene
Entering my life, she made it bright

We held hands and we would dance
The world it sparkled with romance
And we’d go walkin’ late at night

Taking up our time by walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout things we didn’t know

High school days were left behind
My college grades were quite a “grind”
‘Cause my thoughts were back home with “my girl”

Then she met somebody new
They held hands like we used to
My mind and grades were sent into a “whirl”

Taking up my time while walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout the way that I should go

After Graduation Day
I found a job with decent pay
I began to get on with my Life

I met her at the City Park
Instantly I felt the spark
I’d ask Lila if she’d be my wife

Taking up our time while walkin’ slow
Talkin‘ ‘bout the things we didn’t know

That’s now been four kids ago
Lila and I watched them grow
Seeing all the things that they went through

Kids have married, now they’re gone
Time has a way of moving on
Sometimes I wonder where the time went to

Lila and I talked while walkin’ slow
Laughin’ ‘bout the things we think we know

I lost my Lila this past year
Oh my, how I miss You Dear
In my heart you’ll always ring a chime

And now I think back or’ the years
Filled with joys and filled with tears
And I wonder when will come My Time

Through this lonely house I’m walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout things I’ll never know

Life is only one short ride
Like the flowing of the tide
First it rushes in – and then it ebbs

I have taken my Life’s ride
And I have my peace inside
With no problems – with no tangled webs

I’ll see what lies ahead while walkin’ slow
Where God needs me, is where I’ll go.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 98 (view)
 
Walkin’ Slow©
Posted: 2/21/2010 12:41:56 PM
I remember way back when,
I couldn’t have been more than ten
On a dusty road with my cane-pole

Powdered dust ‘tween my bare toes
Walkin’ with no cares or woes
To the Covered Bridge and fishin’ hole

Taking up my time by walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout things I didn’t know

Time moved on, I became a teen
I met “her”, - she was serene
Entering my life, she made it bright

We held hands and we would dance
The world it sparkled with romance
And we’d go walkin’ late at night

Taking up our time by walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout things we didn’t know

High school days were left behind
My college grades were quite a “grind”
‘Cause my thoughts were back home with “my girl”

Then she met somebody new
They held hands like we used to
My mind and grades were sent into a “whirl”

Taking up my time while walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout the way that I should go

After Graduation Day
I found a job with decent pay
I began to get on with my Life

I met her at the City Park
Instantly I felt the spark
I’d ask Lila if she’d be my wife

Taking up our time while walkin’ slow
Talkin‘ ‘bout the things we didn’t know

That’s now been four kids ago
Lila and I watched them grow
Seeing all the things that they went through

Kids have married, now they’re gone
Time has a way of moving on
Sometimes I wonder where the time went to

Lila and I talked while walkin’ slow
Laughin’ ‘bout the things we think we know

I lost my Lila this past year
Oh my, how I miss You Dear
In my heart you’ll always ring a chime

And now I think back or’ the years
Filled with joys and filled with tears
And I wonder when will come My Time

Through this lonely house I’m walkin’ slow
Wond’rin’ ‘bout things I’ll never know

Life is only one short ride
Like the flowing of the tide
First it rushes in – and then it ebbs

I have taken my Life’s ride
And I have my peace inside
With no problems – with no tangled webs

I’ll see what lies ahead while walkin’ slow
Where God needs me, is where I’ll go.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 472 (view)
 
The Dark Side
Posted: 2/21/2010 8:21:08 AM
The Moan©

For weeks it had bothered me so
And twice had I started to go
But I’d not walked the lane
For I feared the pain
Of what taking that walk might me show.

‘Tis a coward I thought I may be
‘Cause I wouldn’t get myself to go see
That is – ‘til tonight
When I conquered my fright
And went off without heraldry

With bluster did I initially walk
Not once did I falter or balk
That is … ‘til the House came to view
Then my resolve turned to goo
And bravery my cowardice mocked.

The moon, hanging high in the sky
Winked goodbye, as a cloud drifted by
And here, on the ground,
T’was ne’ry a sound
As moon-shadows disappeared to go cry

There - in my tracks - I stood still
Breathing not – to bolster my will
I tried hard to move
My cowardice disproved
(If my bravery would ever refill)

The path, relit by Moon’s Face,
Saved a coward’s disgrace
For the cloud moved away
My Shame got a stay
When resuming to my normal pace.

The Wind, quiet ‘til now,
Became alive then somehow
And tree branches “spoke”
‘Cause the Wind it awoke
Every leaf, every bark and dark bough

Dead leaves on the path ran about
In apparent unorganized route
Their rustling sounds
Were mindful of hounds
Chasing something unseen but devout

‘T’was a chill then slowed down my gait
And gave pause - a moment to wait
Some unspoken dread
Entered my head
And I paused there awaiting my fate

And the pause gave birth to The Moan
Low … forlorn and alone
It sinister be
And deeply chilled me
And my soul then touched a tombstone

Glancing about where I stood
Looking for someone who would
Emit such a sound
But … nowhere around
Was any being who could.

The on-rush of Fright was immense
Illogical and hotly intense
My instinct to run
Became then undone
When my mind readjusted its’ sense.

The Moan again reached my ears
Renewing my doubts and my fears
Panic set in
“RUN!” came again
Fears were my legs’ puppeteers

Up the path did I run
Believing my mind was undone
The Moan was behind
But, left me inclined
To believe I’d stepped into a caldron

Only did I think of fleeing
That thought interrupted by seeing
A darkened door sill
Of the House on the Hill
As Fear gripped tight on my Being.

Each intake of breath was a gasp
My lungs beginning to rasp
The House was so near …
Yet so was the Fear
Then at last the door knob I grasped

I quick turned the knob and surged in
Then slammed the door shut once again
Then I felt safe
A cold lonely waif
But … t’was the House on the Hill I was in.

Back into my mind fled the story
Of events of this house oh so gory
How persons had died
One was a bride
The facts of the tale all a sundry

The Moan’s words had built me a touchstone –
Rendered to mush was my backbone
The cause why I’d fled
That Filled me with dread:
“The Horrors of Hell you’ll be shown!”

My thought was: I’ll await here ‘til daylight
‘Tis then I’ll be rid of my fright
I’ll not shed tears
Because of some fears
Yes … come daylight I’ll be alright.

T’was then I examined the room
Dark and dank filled with gloom
The musk and mildew
Like that of bayou
Promised to consume and entomb

Windows with light from moon-glow
Adorned the room in trousseau
Seductive, and yet …
A conceivable threat
Of revealing things I'd not to know

Though the room was barrenly rife
With no visible clue there’d been life
My mind knew the truth
Evil uncouth
Caused Death to invade via jackknife

The House seemed to connive
My thoughts of it’s being alive
‘Cant’ let it be so
I’ve got to go
And get out – if I want to survive

Then, footsteps from the floor o’er my head
Their sound began to outspread
Then dragging sounds
Put out-of-bounds
Rationality – replaced then by dread

Calculations through Fear, go awry
And then should never apply
To rational thought
To do what it ought
With reasonable things to comply

Now words of The Moan seemed less woeful
The sounds from above were more evil
I turned to the door
To go out once more
The knob wouldn’t turn – I was baneful

With panic again my companion
My circumstance I sought to abandon
But … no where to run
My nerves were undone
Bravery had lost its’ persuasion

A staircase was off to my left
Footsteps thereon it were deft
No one could I see
To caused my melee
Of cohesive thought I’m bereft

The room became as black as a tomb
Reverting to Hell’s only womb
Footsteps came near
Vomiting Fear
As I stood there awaiting my doom

My mind told my voice to then scream
I prayed this was only a dream
No strength could I find
To un-wind my mind
And then my soul to redeem

Powerless was I to resist
By some evil was my Being kissed
And I felt the pain
Of going insane
Then all of my thoughts went to mist

With all my actions now controlled
Every word, every thought is cajoled
By Powers of Hell
You know very well
By Evil now I’m consoled

See … now I’M the voice of the Moan
And forever I’ll not leave you alone
To you I address
My solemn promise:
“The Horrors of Hell you’ll be shown”.
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 32 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 2/20/2010 8:45:04 PM
She: “Did ye’ say I was fat?”
He: “NO! I didn’t say THAT!
- but big ye’ DO be
- as we can all see
Ta’ bathe ye must use a beer VAT!”
 posterchild4ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 31 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 2/20/2010 8:44:08 PM
“T’is a lovely night says Cy
With not a cloud in the sky…”
- Hey! Clouds are there
- Just everywhere
But, mate, ye’ must open ye eye!
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 28 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 2/17/2010 1:37:57 AM
A limericks’ rhyme ‘n rhythm
Is prob’ly some “ity” or “skisem”
… but we care not
… for it’s our lot
Ta’ write ‘em with optimism
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 27 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 2/17/2010 1:37:23 AM
Oh no! Not again, it’s me zipper!
It’s painfully caught onto my “dipper”
… I’d give half a crown
… to NOT pull it down
‘Cuz when I do … I’m … Jack the Ripper!!
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 26 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 2/17/2010 1:36:35 AM
Dear me, how do you spell: “pooh” …
Is it with double “o” … or a “u”?
… it matters not
… ‘cuz what I’ve got
Is dog sh*t here on my shoe!
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 25 (view)
 
Lymericks ...
Posted: 2/17/2010 1:31:57 AM
I bought me a new Chevrolet!
But your wife! What’d SHE say?
… she don’t know yet
… but won’t be upset
I’ll tell her it’s on “lay-away”.
 
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