Welcome to Day 27 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
Today should’ve been a Freaky Friday but I decided our last Friday of the April Write should be our 4th Free Verse day and it means you are allowed to write a poem on whatever topic you want and this time… INCLUDING erotica.
We‘re just 3 days away from our Live Skype finale on Monday. It’s free and anyone can join in to listen or to read their final poem. Go to the Facebook group for more details.
Day 27 of the April Write is a Free Verse Day. With no topics to hold you back! Let’s get this party started…
Watch today’s video to hear my poem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Jw-Gxt1vpE
Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
Lana Joseph
Crossroads To Grace “By LJ”
Which way should I cross?
Mistakes made in world’s place
No voice carried the harsh
God’s Mercy and giving grace
Songs sang with the soul
Life threw assaulting blow
Believing victory with control
With heart and mind forgive
Which way should I cross?
People Judge causing turmoil
Benefiting whom may I ask?
Doors open calling opportunity
Extending distant critiques mask
Unforgiving, as they forget
God’s Love is everywhere
Which way should I cross?
With this weighted heart
Praying to defend together
Hoping my sisters & brothers
Stand in strength as He
Forgiving as the Master is
Which way should I cross?
Through ways of the old
Giving life’s empowerment
Schooling young guided souls
recreating minds debased mold
Glory be the Lord’s hold
Which way should I cross?
wrecked by wretched glamor
Right sometimes wronged
Train love’s light for life
Fulfilling love’s wishes
Grace creates new tracks
While growing through humility
Accepting new love’s heart
Praising Lord’s forgiveness
Which way should I cross?
knowing He left me not
Casting scattered stones
Designed by Father’s Love
Understanding His purpose
Destiny rings life above
Which way should I cross?
Showing more than telling
Giving more than taking
Loving more than hating
Authentic more than faking
Forgiving more than judging
Living here and now
I see the way!
Copyright © 2012 LJ
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Joyce Waters 2:57am Apr 29
Scary It Is
Scary it is, you see for me,
Life’s winds whirling, twirling
all around me
Scary it is, for me you see,
Sometimes my words don’t flow so free
Stop,stop I want to shout,
Please, oh please, I just want to get out
Scary it is, you see for me,
There is no doubt, life has been scary you see
Time after time life’s winds have ponced upon me
Rattle, tattle, Oh what a battle
As I climb higher and higher to be free
My Father in heaven has a smile for me
Scary it is, no longer Life’s winds to me!
(c)April 2012 joyce Waters
Zita Holbourne
KIN
My kinfolk make up an ever changing rainbow
Of races, religions, classes, politics & sexualities
Becoming more diverse with every day they grow
Spanning four generations and twenty two nationalities
Growing up across five different continents
Spread across the earth
Living lives that are all different
Yet destined to intertwine from birth
From rags to riches to rags I’ve seen them go
Hard working, sometimes misguided
Some politicised, some ‘don’t want to know’
Some multi-faceted, some one-sided
Some were raised with religion
But lost it along the way
Others had absolutely none
But learnt how to pray
Some are high fliers
Daring and bold
Some may be liars
Some seeking a pot of gold
Some have achieved against the odds
Many are adventurous
Some are like peas in pods
Others are courageous
Distanced geographically
More different than the same
Far apart ideologically
But family just the same
(c)April 2012 Zita Holbourne
Mark Paleologo
Gahchina
she turns on her heel
walks to the trash
with flamenco grace
in tight skirt
eloquence
easily noticed
from where i stand
arms crossed
in my best peter pan
i throw my head back
crowing confident
you make that silk
come alive
cigarette wrapper
falling and
so am i
your return
heralds a new epoch
that smile stretches
down miles of ocean
while your head
finds my shoulder
the silent proclamation
in the name of the queen
you said you were
a sucker
for a girl
that could wear
a skirt
and i am wrapping
fingers in hair
back arching
midnight wonder
offering praises
and devotion
to all seen
to all unseen
(c)April 2012 Mark Paleologo
Beloved by Flowetic Justice Clarke
Run to me
come to me
fall free into my arms
let me hold you close and warm you
and keep you safe from harm
on the days so chilly
when the frost knocks at your door
let my ink cover you in its heat forever more
as we soar
the endless sky is our desire
as the clouds themselves form symbols of our love
the eternal flame is our fire
beyond the pen where lies the kindles of friends
the kindling of passion’s spark
in the fires that know no end
sweet words on the page
let us write again
for I can still hear you
reading my words from before
wet on your lips
as the phrases dripped
from your breasts to your hips
as I touch your inner core
I breathe now
and I inhale you from your essence
feeling you in my chest
as if you were dancing to my heart beat
I waited so long to feel complete
and now you have come to me
the final piece of the puzzle in my mural of love
found i the mist that flutter above
where I hold you in my tender embrace
as we float
softly above the feathered clouds of night
bathing in the light of the full moon
as the cloak of the evening covers us
ans we are gratefully lost there
as we become one with the shadows of our desire
you are the last great adventure
in my journey from pain
as I write your name in the shifting sands
where the winds of chance blow
feathery shadows fall from the clouds
as your image is held there before me
like the shining sun
sweet in the knowing as the water of the mind falls
gentle yet eternal in it’s flowing
for my passion for you knows no end
like the words of the poets pen
I must write
for destiny calls to me from the ink well
and I must hold you
for your eyes beckon to me
like the lighthouse in the stormy sea
warming me and setting me free
as my ship docks in your waiting arms
as I stand before you
bearing the offering of my heart in hand
presenting to you this written girt
held in the silent whispers
of a humble poet’s single kiss
found in the ears and left on the lips
of my beloved
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012tm