Writings and Poems

"till the tym" by Rownaq Prasad

2010-02-10T20:42:00Z

Till the time these stars will follow me,
I promise sweetheart it will be you with whom i always wanna be.
I have seen the devils laughing it out aloud,
But i am sure about the silver lining in the darkest clouds,
Till the blood bath on the statues take us apart,
I’ll always be there holding ur better half
Have u ever seen me crying out so loud?
I am sure u did this more thn i wud have thought
Please try and undersatand how it mean to me
You r the only one i can ever with be
Smile and see the gorgeous thngs around
Leave the evil surrounding us alone
You have no clue wht all u mean to me
Every single soul i can survive without it seems
Ur smell surrounding ma head
Only thng i can think about rite here
You dnt knw the magic ur hairs spell on me
Coz u cann’t see that whn u r not around me.
Better u tear ma heart ‘n please come home
You donn’t knw who misses u here the most
You can neva realise wht all to me
Till the tym i scatter ma blood floating on the sea.

Rownaq Prasad

"The Last Look" by Nicole Turiano

2010-02-09T01:10:00Z

He could paint with his eyes
The way they stared, the way they moved
Waters ominous wake
Orange, deep blue, blazing red
Devouring every piece
A reflection
A perfect, eluded space
The world in fragmented little mirrors, winks
And whispers

The first shout of silence
Even the colors melt and tremble
Like children
Like love
Like lovers without each other
when the distance invites a longing for death
When death invited a longing for time
For some instance remembering
How they shared the favorite color blue
Sat under the large shady Oak
Outlined the leaves on each others hands just to feel the warm fingers
Tickling
Like they would again in Fall

Backs against the solid Earth
They descend, circling, graceful
Every one a unique, careful, masterpiece
Every one, like a prism
A streak of light between the long looming branches
A kiss
Or for tonight
The last long look, he would ever give her

Nicole Turiano

"Dreams & Mirrors" by Matt Harrison

2010-02-08T02:49:00Z

In my dreams I see mirrors, & In them I see you
I feel you looking back, I know you see me too
I Press my hands against the glass & call
Your eyes pierce straight into mine, catch me as I fall

Press your hands against mine, as we feel the beat
As you lean in for life’s kiss, we feel the heat
Our heart’s beating faster, like a butterflies wing’s
This love flows easily, considering everything

We can all feel it & breathe it within
I hope you can feel it but see it instead
The physical connection & attraction within
The heart's obsession, is where it begins

When the glass shattered
From the weight of life’s emotions
We woke up & realized we were living a dream
Full of misplaced devotion

We all have loved, & are now falling completely within
Soon the love will be complete, as we all transcend
The magic of your eyes capture’s & fuel’s my inclination
Am I in love with you or the reflection of my heart's infatuation…

Love & Light,

Matt Harrison

"Real Friendship" by Angela Heppner

2010-02-05T16:14:00Z

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself
and doesn't feel even the least bit weird shutting your
'beer/Pepsi drawer' with her foot!

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend's shoulder is soggy from your tears..

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers
in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and
stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after
they've gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to
call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your
problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic
history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it!

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when
you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for
them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

"If you wish for a genuine, kind, loving, trustworthy and supportive friend, then you must be one yourself. Treasure the friendships in your life, and lead by example. Then look in the mirror and smile. Be content with the fact that you gave what you wished for."~ "Angel"a ~

"A good friend loves you when you forget how to love yourself."~ "Angel"a ~

A friend can stand back and let you fall,
Pick you back up when you need to stand tall,
Not be "offended" when you happen to lash out,
Love you unconditionally without a doubt.
Stare at you point blank and say "wake up!"
Give you the larger rather than the smaller cup,
Run a warm bath and scrub your back,
Never taking anything said as a personal attack.
Take a break from you when they know it's needed,
Help you to discover that which is deeply seeded,
Assist in teaching you a good hard lesson,
Defend and protect you, not allowing any messin'.
Be okay with you not hearing their truths,
Give credit when credit is due,
Say, feel, act, be, see, show the real deal,
Cuz they know what they have with you is "real."

Dr. Angela Heppner©

"the fisherman..." by Gina Affatato

2010-02-04T01:19:00Z

The sage woke up from his nap
he thought tired was his woes
spending time amongst the heavens
have a little gold in his heart
what’s a nap though if weary wears him down
perhaps he thought… to spend a little time fishing
“I do not have any bait”… he muttered to himself
Shall I sit on the bridge and hum to myself…singing his thoughts in cheers
One of the sage’s student’s then came along
Asked,” won’t you teach me out of your grand book?”
“surely I could, but surely I will not,” the sage calmly told the youngun…
The old sage contemplated for a minute…taking in the boy’s confusion and said…
“ come now…come sit with the old man and I shall surely whisper you a secret”…
Wind blew and the sunlight cascaded on the river in smiles
“What’s the secret…please tell me the secret,” asked the boy
And the sage whispered in his ear,” just fish my boy… that’s all you got to do is just be.”

by Gina Affatato

"What We Hope For" by Thomas Springer

2010-02-04T00:50:00Z

Sometimes things are not what they seem
A caring glance makes a difference
Time has a way of healing hurt
There is a great power in forgiveness

Knowing that you live as you believe
Understanding that past is not now
Feeling the hope of tomorrow becoming your truth
Finding that all things have their place no matter what they are

The ehos of the heart live on
Even when the past has faded
At times when the power to believe is small
Life has a way of showing us its true gifts

Today I wish only to become now
To live with all I have and been given
A moment gone or waiting cannot grant
What only the beauty of now holds for each of us

I believe in you and what dreams will come
Nothing can take this from you other than self
In the night hold dear to the knowledge of this truth
And never forget what you hope for is possible

by Thomas Springer

"What i have created" by Thomas Springer

2010-01-14T17:33:00Z

Caught in a web of discontent
I continue to attempt the impossible
Granting selfwill control over things
That only a power greater than I should have

Tho I know from my past experenience
I still refuse to allow what is to be
In a vain attempt to grant myself some pleasure
Refusing the gifts that are granted to live my own desire

Without faith in what may be coming
I hold on to the mist of self
Believing I can do what only a God may dare
I suffer on with the thought that this time it will be different

This path of destruction brings sorrow
Yet I hold on with all I am till there is nothing left
Shattered by the falseness of my fate
For I granted it to myself while I closed my eyes to the beauty around me

Now in this contempt I wallow
Waiting to be saved from my actions
From this very source I have turned away from daily
Because I wish for something other than what I have created
Thomas Springer

"Passion" by Radford Eaglechild

2010-01-14T17:05:00Z

PASSION
PASSION OF TIME
PASSION
SONNET OF RYME
PASSION SUBLIME
PASSION
FOREVERS DANCE
PASSION
ROMANCE
PASSION
INTIMATE BLISS
PASSION
IRRESISTIBLE EMBRACE
PASSION
POETIC KISS
PASSION
LOVERS WISH
PASSION
WHIRLWIND OF EMOTION
PASSION
INTENSE DEVOTION
PASSION
CANDLELIGHT
SILHOUETTES BY FIRE
PASSION
INFLAMED DESIRE
PASSION
CUPIDS ARROW
INFINITE
ROSE OF TOMORROW
PASSION
SOFT CARESS
PASSION
TENDERNESS
PASSION
YEARNING
LONGING HEARTS
DESERVING OF
SONGS OF LOVE
PASSION
Radford Eaglechild

"Fly Fly Angel" a song by Troy Bunnell

2010-01-14T16:50:00Z

There's been something in your heart,
Something you came here to do,
A dream that came down from above, Was born on earth inside of you,

Things got lost along the way,
Your feet got planted on the ground,
But you were meant to fly my love, And share your song for all around...so

Fly , Fly Angel
Spread your wings against the sky,
Fly, Fly Angel
The wind will carry you Higher...and Higher

Yes things get lost along the way,
When feet get planted on the ground,
But you were meant to fly my love, And share your song for all around...so

Fly , Fly Angel
Spread your wings against the sky,
Fly, Fly Angel
The wind will carry you Higher...and Higher

Troy Bunnell Music ascap 2010 c

The New Writers Dream

2010-01-13T23:46:00Z

Dear Readers and Writers:

The New Writers dreams are about to come true. After some time of low activity we are about to start 2010 with a right foot on the door. Amazing things are coming to us and they will continue to flourish if only we allow them to.

Our website has been updated and it has now several other pages that didn't have some time ago. please check it out: http://www.thenewwriters.com

Angela Heppner an inspirational writer with a published book "The Book of Life" available to buy on the book shelf of our website, has decided to join us. She has prepared a self publishing e-course to teach us how to become successful self published authors and by doing so saving several thousands of dollars. Our e-course will be starting soon. If you have always dreamt of publishing a book now is the time to make your dream a reality. Email us for more details, we will be pleased to answer all the questions you might have. Check it out on our website on the page under "The Writers Dream" http://thewritersdream.ning.com/

The New Writers first poetry contest is waiting for your vote. The poems were collected last year and now it is ready to bring the winner to us. Please take a moment or two to read the beautiful poems our talented members have submitted. You will be surprised by the elegance and wonderful writing we have collecting. Please vote:

http://survey.constantcontact.com/survey/a07e2oh7gupg4a5pnin/a008g4affk73/greeting

The New Writers are re starting Our Talks. A Blog Talk Radio show hosted by Sarah Stuart in which you will be invited to participate with your questions and suggestions. In this show we will interview different writers, authors and members, including the poetry contest winner. Join us and get inspired. The first talk show is today at 8:30 PM EST (eastern standard time) and you can see the event either on facebook or on Blog Talk Radio.

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In our group we will start sending an email per week with one of the poems posted on our blog. Meanwhile many others will be posted. If you wish your poem or prose to be posted please send your work to me at sarah.stuartt@gmail.com or via facebook email. Join our group here: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=55486487117&ref=ts

Keep on checking our blog or subscribe to it to get inspired by email. You can also follow our blog in the facebook network at: http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/the_new_writers/

Thank you for reading. Our dream is to help you make your dreams come true. Every suggestion, comment or idea that you would like to share please email me on FB, twitt me at https://twitter.com/Sarah_Stuart or at sarah.stuartt@gmail.com

Wishing you a wonderful 2010 and looking forward to hearing from you!

Don't forget to log in tonight and hear Angela Heppner talking about this self publishing e-course and other projects of her own. I will be there!

Sarah

"A dangerous woman" by Jennifer Farley

2010-01-11T02:52:00Z

I am a dangerous woman...........

Infinitely compassionate and wildly loving.
Softly strong and strongly soft in my ways.
Don't get to close, you may see dreams come true and wishes appear from thin air.

I am a dangerous woman.......

Able to give unconditional love from an endless well within.
Blindingly bright ~ I will continue to shine until the stars fade from the heavens.
For God's sake, don't give me your heart, I might show you what it's for and how to use it.

I am a dangerous woman......

Capable and real.
Genuine and wise.
Whatever you do, don't tell me your secrets, I will keep them.

I am a dangerous woman.......

Gently staunch in my defense of family, friends and home.
Crazy in love with my life.
Don't expose me to your children, I may teach them something of value.

I am a dangerous woman.........

Reveling in my sensuality.
Enjoying all the pleasures of being female.
Stay away from me if a lover that is both your equal and your joy is what you seek.

I am all that I am meant to be.
If this means danger then......

I AM a dangerous woman.

Jennifer Farley

"He is like You and Me" by Georgina Laros

2009-11-30T15:48:00Z

His blue eyes still sparkle
Though a tough life he’s had
The evidence clear
By his demeanour sad

He stands on the corner
With a smile he is ready
From the heat he is thirsty
And his stance is unsteady

There is seldom a day
He fails to greet
From standing is weary
Could do with a seat

The few words we exchange
I am sure make his day
As the traffic behind me
Angry feelings convey

Then there once was a day
He seemed rather despondent
Not at all like his usual self
To my wave not respondent

Couldn’t stop thinking
On my way home
How sad he looked
Was what inspired this poem

For when I look in his eyes
His soul I can see
His heart I can feel
He is like you and me

He too has his troubles
Perhaps worse than many
For I am sure in his pockets
Has not one single penny

If his spirits are dampened
By those who are ‘blind’
One would never know it
As to all he is kind

Except for that day
His enthusiasm gone
He seemed without hope
His smile no longer shone

It was then that I felt
A deeper connection
Saw him differently
Felt a kind of affection

For he too has a heart
Eyes that shed tears
Memories of a past
Perhaps better years

Yet even through this
He manages to smile
Wave and laugh
Chat for a while

Takes the time to ask
‘How is your day?'
When time allows
He has more words to say

Feel his pain that hides
Behind his eyes
Even though they are smiling
Difficult to disguise

No doubt! Like us all
He too has his dreams
From where he ‘stands’
No point, so it seems

Perhaps a kind word
A smile or a wave
Love and compassion
Like us all, he may crave

Not much to ask
From those that pass by
Takes a few seconds
To put him on a ‘high’

Selected a poem
Especially for him
Hope it gives light
To what appears dim

For when I look in his eyes
His soul I can see
His heart I can feel
He is like you and me

Georgina Laros

"thanks to all of you" by Rene Klove

2009-11-30T13:39:00Z

You are my eyes when im going blind,
You are my soul when i lost mine,
You where my heart, when mine stop beating,
But most of all you are my love my faith and my breath.

when im touch by you I stop having pain
When i write this on my mind
Im no longer blind.
keep my hand warm when thes cold outside

Cool me down when im to hot.
this is my friendsship but most of all
you are my friend my sun on a rainy day.

My hope when i was lost
- deep inside i hold you to my heart

- give away a smile on day one time you of all people give me happiness.

For all my friends with a thanks for all the inspiration and faith to make Heartblod ll

René

"we are now" by Thomas Springer

2009-11-30T13:30:00Z

In the shadows we lurk
Wainting for the sun to appear
Believing that its light will free us
Providing a chance to escape

Living in our prison of self
Pretending the answer lies outside us
That if only we might find it somehow
All things will change in an instant

Never finding this answer
We are slaves to an endless journey
Always looking for that something
That lives inside our very souls now

This path of destruction we choose
Brings chaos to all we wish for
Clouding the mind and heart
With a vision of one day

This one day will never arrive
In following this thought we give ourselves away
Lost in a fantasy that we are not this moment
That one day we will become

When this moment fades
And we are left with only our true self
What becomes of your dream
Does the meaning of your life end as well

It is only here and now that I live
Without the past or projections of tomorrow
When I miss the beauty of today
I am not alive at all but asleep within my own self

I will not arrive at a place of awarness
Only in this day may I be alive
All else is past or without my knowing
Surrender that we are the now, none other can we ever be

Thomas Springer

"those three words" by Matt Harrison

2009-11-30T13:22:00Z

Bring me to the ocean
Bearing nothing but my soul
Bidding my past goodbye
As the church bell rings it’s toll…

Listen for the splash
I assure you it will come
It shall signify my re-birth
Something most can fathom…

I Shout those three words
As the salt stings my cheeks
The words I've been longing to hear
The three words everyone seeks…

Then gently caress the water
With her constant change she holds me now
And remember me my love
For as long as time will allow…

Matt Harrison

"fumbling truth" by Gina Affatto

2009-10-30T15:39:00Z

When the world around me is fumbling
grasping at the truth
I listen
When the world around me is fumbling
lost for years and lost for time
I do not think of myself as a flower amongst dirt
I am the soil, I am here but not there
subtle loving...nuture all
the world around me
fumbles and fumbles
lest I get caught up
and the moon is calling
mystic clouds part...come my child...come touch the stars
glistening truth inside you
lay your head upon me
may the mystic rivers flow in you
subtlely loving...nutures all
The world fumbles...oh' the world fumbles
and in the palm of my hand
is the soil from the salt of the earth
because what am I?
I am the soil...sisters of the stars...child of the moon
sun rests in my heart
and I am free to smile at those who...
are fumbling
speak kind words
let me touch your hand in warmth
look away...look away
from the ghouls of the night...ghostful pleasures
I praise truth, it is what I am
fondly, you are too

Gina Affatato

'My Cinderella" by Munir Mezyed

2009-10-20T16:34:00Z

This evening
All the birds flew away
And disappeared…
Heaven has the color of grief
And exile
Trees have the odor of waiting
Butterflies do not dare to fly
Not to frighten the dormant flower…

The endless emptiness freezes
Surprisingly
The sea becomes silent
Indulged in thinking
Thus your voice comes softly
Like a lonely cloud floating in the azure horizon
Desires to cast all its burdens

It wets me
I tremble
And with all my body’s strength
I hail: I want love
And grieve over a homeland
Where poetry can’t reside in it
Nor can love find a seat …!!

I think to uproot and throw my heart
Tearfully I say
O my beloved, none could see me
If your eyes wouldn’t glimpse at me
My sun has set since the day of my departure …

Night passes by
Fraught with mourning
And the soul moves with slow pace
While the world around me
Is growing older
Decaying
Decaying with me
Nourishing on its own Feces..

Mirage of vast space in the faraway horizon
Wraps in our warm embraces
Lights the night of loneliness
With illusions
Fantasies
Appetites
Thus the odor of blended kisses
With the sugar of lips
And mixture of dim lights and cries
Emanates …

Ah, only you, illusion, accompany the madness of my exile
And always remind me of my beloved
The bitter grief comes from there…

Woe unto you, vile illusion…!
You always enjoy lusciously my sorrows
Drag me there
Trying to draw the face of my beloved...

Let me be here
Enshrouded in poetry
Enjoy the company of My Cinderella,
In the forests …

My Cinderella is the goddess of gypsies
She adores dancing
Naked in the lust of dreams
Makes me savor the taste of the gypsy rites
And the sweetness of the breast
More luscious than the honey of divinity…
And persists in suckling me
Suckling me the milk of poesy
and the nectar of insanity...

by
Munir Mezyed

"Dusk" by Steve Miller

2009-10-15T17:27:00Z

I watched the dark sea, the ruffled blue-black
of a crow’s wing.
An orange glow like a driftwood fire
Along the horizon.

Green like the Aurora Borealis shot in rays
through the orange
To the glacier blue beyond.
a deepening path to Heaven
through indigo night sky.

In the presence of such holiness,
my prayer was without words.
Like the Glory I saw,
I was silent.

I was part of the Glory
Consumed with Glory
I became the Glory
the sky was my heart.

Not a man with a man’s problems
But the green and orange rays of light
A driftwood-fire flash
Of Divine hope.

Steve Miller

"My Dream unfulfilled" by Sherry Shereen

2009-10-11T16:50:00Z

I thought of him and found him there
Blushed and flushed,when I saw him stare
the look in his eyes, told me a lot
words unsaid,emotions to share
My weeping eyes,his weeping heart

My dreams unfulfilled and his wishes still there
My heart still pounding, his hands still shaking
Feelings untold and desires bold,
Lips waiting to be kissed,and hands to hold
longing him to my heart's desire
deep love,with flowing passion and fire

He came a step close to me
and my heart skipped a beat
It was a moment ,,Ahh!! to see,
I said to myself, wow, what a treat
To have by your side,
The one you so longingly need

Everything around me seems
gossiping about our true love
The breeze caressing the trees,
The whispers in the wind,....
......and the lisping leaves

I see the Sea-Gulls flying above
Singing songs of our true love
sweet,soft notes dancing on their wings,
saying behold!!Witness a true lover's tale
My soul uplifts..seeing them sing

As he approached to touch my hand,
.. my eyes opened up, couldn't see him stand
Looked around ,saw no one there,
his love, his look, his smile, his stare

All was but a dream,that I had been dreaming on
My desires,my wishes,my dreams all gone
He was so there a little before
I saw him , and felt his warm breath too
Was this real or a dream .... not sure
what I pulsed and felt was a love so pure
Wishing my dream could one day come true..

I would give all treasures for one moment with him
Nothing is so precious, as he is to me
If only I could see ,his face,his eyes
Oh for him, my heart so cries
To love and share and to see,
the grin on his face, when his eyes fall on me

One thing I know and will hold so dear
Our special love,whether far or near
My feelings for him ,I can not hide,
I wish he was here, by my side

Being loved by him, Ohh!! would seem..
Like being with him in an awesome dream
Wish that moment could come true
When I would hear him say, I love you.
Sherry Shereen

Today - Luna

2009-10-09T15:34:00Z

Today I shall dance over my sorrow,
with my eyes closed, think no tomorrow.

Today I shall jump over my fearness,
with my arms opened widely, allowing forgiveness.

Today I shall enjoy a walk, me and my shadow,
and take natura's whispering, as a ...fluffy marshmallow.

Today, I shall take a deep breathe and taste,
how fresh how rich this moment is, nothing to waste.

Today, I shall feel, my mind all emptied and no more grieves...
the cold of the season, the warm of sunlight,

autumn, its colours, the sound of the leaves,
oh? which are making rounds now, flying with delight.

Today, may I start singing? like a little child,
is nothing, just simple, a short lullaby!

Today, may I take some time just for my own?
for doing what? nothing.. just stay alone.

Today, ah... around looks so quiet,
while during the tempest all went mad and wild.

all noises, wind, rain drops are gone with the storm.
Today, is my turn now... stomp stomp stomp!

Luna