Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONG
I THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG
I LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAY
HOPING IT WILL GO MY WAY
I HAVE MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLAN
MY THERAPIST AND MY THOUGHTS
MY EXERCISE AND MY EXCITEMENT
THEN SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHT
CAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF ED
TURNING MY EYES AWAY
FROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHT
THAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO STAY.
HE TELLS ME THAT I AM SELFISH
THAT I SHOULD DOUBT MY EVERY MOVE
ONE MINUTE I AM HAPPY
DO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD?
DOUBTING MY STRENGTH AND CONFIDENCE
AS ED ALWAYS KNEW I WOULD
I AM LOSING INCHES AROUND MY WAIST
AND MY PANTS ARE FALLING OFF
I SEE THE FACE OF ED IN MY HEAD
AS HE BEGINS TO LAUGH AND SCOFF
YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING STRONG
YOU THINK YOU GOT ME BEAT
LET ME SEE YOU LOSE EVEN MORE
YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU WERE WRONG.
THE LITTLE VOICE IS ALWAYS THERE
CAN'T I SEND HIM TO DETENTION
OR KILL HIM FOR GOOD TODAY?
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I GET CAUGHT UP IN MY LIFE
AND REALIZE THAT I AM HAPPY AND STRONG
AND FORGET TO FOCUS ON THE FIGHT
PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU CARE
DON'T LET ED BE RIGHT.
Mary Pat shares her words so that others may find theirs.http://www.reflectingrace.com
Publishing Your Poetry
If you are serious about seeing your work published by reputable publishers, there are a few points you should consider. Firstly and most obviously, you need to determine if you have poetry worth publishing. This assessment can be done by doing something that will not only help you gauge the competitiveness of your poetry, but will give you some viable options for publishing it. Subscribe to literary journals and buy books of poetry. If you do this, what you are doing is searching out the market place. Read the types of poetry that many publishers are publishing and see if the quality of these poems surpasses or is on par with the quality of your own poems.
Top 20 Poetry Quotations
Explore the meaning of poetry and the motivation of poets with this special collection of evocative quotations...
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Tribute To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
Because of You
You are to me my lifelinemy security.That scares me.I never wanted to trust again that muchI got hurt too badly the last time.I swore I'd never do it again,never let the trust out of my handsinto someone elses.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.In the midst of war, there is peace.In the midst of agony, there is ecstasy.
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!...
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk, while traveling througout Central and South America.
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one deeply loved. We come to accept the death and adjust our lives - rather begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive. Somewhere in the grief process, we make the decision to survive and then we are emotionally enabled to build a different kind of relationship with our deceased loved one.
Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, sensuous impressions; verbal magic and even childish jingles; at times the popular 8-syllable verse (ballad metre). Free verse, with lamenting poetic moods, even satire (poems inside-out). Here are a few more of his recently written poems. Rosa Peñaloza.
The Man Who Could Not Say Sorry For His Sins
Sorry would be a start.
Ode to: The Ice Maiden of Ampatos Summit [now in: English and Spanish]
Dedícate to Antonio Castillo. L. Of. Los Andes Universitario
AFRICA(to africans in diaspora)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley(English version)
A Different Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago...A different place, a different timewhen I actually had a chance for you to be mine...
The Valley Of Pain
We were exiled from the Garden of Eden. Its sinless wonders nevermore to regain.So every man on life's toilsome journey,Must enter the valley of pain.
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are written late at night, often, as this one was, after I have turned out the lights to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative. I hope you enjoy these two poems that talk a little bit about where my ideas come from.
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