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by: Guildford Windley

So You Didn’t Vote
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So you did not vote, it was so inconvenient
To busy were you, politics did not suit you
Yes you know there were problems but too many for you to understand, too much thought was needed, and hell you could be out drinking beer with your friends
So much violence by those who wanted things the way they wanted, who knows they may have the answers
Yes it’s easy to turn your head and not see the violence
Being wage against those not like you
You know that what is happing is wrong, but drink another beer and joke with your friends
Forget the hate, after all, they are gay, they are Jews, they are black and brown, and they are women.
Hey why should you care, voting is such a pain it not worth it, let someone else do it, hell you could care less
Who has the job, after all, they are all just crooks out to enrich themselves.
Yea, just keep on partying, checking on all the girls, play your cards right you might get laid tonight
Yea who has time to vote; in the end, things will be just fine.
Well, how did it go my friend: In that year you did not vote in your homeland of Germany in 1932?
Hitler party rose to power in the Reichstag by 1933 The German President Hindenburg gave up his power by naming Hitler Chancellor the rest is history
Yes your right you have only one vote and it would not have made a difference, but you didn’t even try
Now that you’re dead looking into the face of God
Show him the hand your hands the ones you did not use to vote.
Do now see the blood of millions, those who died because you did not vote
Does your soul feel the pain of all that human suffering?
Yes you can protest to God, it is not your fault
But then again you watch and did not care to vote and in the end, you did not take a stand; but what did you do you raise your right hand and said, Heil Hitler.
So, in the end, I guess actions were your vote!
Guildford H Windley
November 3, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

The Cold November
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Sadness falls to me, this November morn
As the leaves fall from the trees, a gentle wind does blow
The coldness of the dark is creeping in
As we scurry before the winter comes
All Creatures know of the coming snow
A need to find a place to settle and food to see us through the long winter’s night
The coldness in the November air grows crisp and chills the bone
Sun seems so far away on these lazy short days
The mood of people change, despair fills the air
The coming of December song, mean darkness to the soul, for the light of the day will fade and the sky will turn to snow.
Not much to do my friend, until the coming of spring
Now is natures turn to sleep in the coldness of this long night
I trust you will have shelter, a warm fire and food, and drink
One can be merry in and find joy during the winter solace and through those long winter night
But what of those who have no shelter, those that have little food and water, yes those poor souls that are human fodder discards from our social grace
They have neither voice nor face they simply exist
They are but a nuisance as we go about our way,
We have dehumanized them in every way ignore their needs to turn our backs and walk away
Yet we celebrate in houses of worship how pious that we are the words of God we heed
Yet on the street those in need we do not see
But if we took one minute to look into their eyes we would see the face of God!

Guildford H Windley
November 2, 2018

by: Shirley Satterfield

Hear ye. Hear ye
all ye control freaks.
Learn to control yourself, chump
and God will give you a city to rule.
Abut lead by example, Sir,
not by my brain scramble, Sir.

by: Guildford Windley

A Haunting of Emotions
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As I sat there in the darkened room
At my desk was I, my only light was the flickering candles
That threw shadows on the wall nearby
As I wrote my confession for the crime that I have done
My thoughts drift to sweet Eloise, my love, oh what have I done.
In my rage of jealousy, I plunged a knife into her chest
For I feared I was losing her to some other man
She told me there was no other
But I would not believe her, for I saw him with her as they left the Miller’s place they walked down the street until they reach the corner, he hugged her and gave her a kiss upon the cheek.
This made my blood curdle and I went into a rage
I return to my home; there in my lonely room my anger at this betrayal grew stronger.
On the next eve, I went to Eloise home where I confronted her, I grab her and slapped her on the face and said to her, how could you betray me?
I can remember the look of terror in her eyes as she begs me not to hurt her, she said my God, please know, I have never betrayed you.
This is the last I remember as my anger boiled over at some point I took a knife and thrust it in her.
She fell within my arms, her face so pale and twisted with pain, she looked up to me and cry why have done this, after I gave you my heart.
I told her about seeing her depart the Millers house with another man.
She looked at me, with vengeance in her voice
You have taken my life for a brief encounter with a friend of mine. The man you saw, I have known since I was a child
His wife just died in childbirth, he was at the Miller’s because they’re relatives.
Upon my last breath, I put a curse on you that your uncontrolled anger will be your destruction she said to me.
Late that night I took her body, which I had placed in an old large burlap bag, down to the river, I put some heavy rocks inside the bag for weight, then I push her into cold dark waters and watch as she sank.
That was three weeks ago and I still feel so much bitterness that this curse has befallen me. The guilt I have is so great, but I must not let it get to me. So I came up with this Idea I will write out a confession to clear my soul of this dastardly deed, I will then burn it in the fireplace releasing me of her curse.
Now as I sit here my desk writing this all down I pause to take another sip of whiskey, I just realize I have been drinking whiskey all day, too much I fear.
Then I heard a noise and I looked up in the flickering of the candle lights, I could see a strange figure on the wall, is there someone there, I cried.
But, no there’s no one and there is no figure on the wall it must be my imagination at work, too much liquor in me I said.
Now I hear footsteps behind me and swiftly turn in my seat but there is no one there.
As I drank some more, I thought I hear a voice, could that be sweet Eloise returning from her watery grave. The sound of a voice seems to be coming from everywhere.
I heard more sounds as if someone was nearby but when I look no one was there
Now my anger started to stir, and I felt rage that someone was in my house and was out to get me.
Again there was that sound and a voice from down in the basement. I had enough; I took one last sip of whiskey and push away from my table. I left my pin and the paper with my confession on the table. I pick up my candelabra
And retreated to the kitchen, there I found a butcher knife and then I proceeded to check the basement, but before I could, I heard her voice and look into a mirror in the hallway, there I saw her twisted face, with blood flowing from her mouth and eyes, then she faded away into the night. I ran to my table for another drink, I was in such a fright, it mixed with my growing anger, that anger was now boiling over with rage. I had killed her, how could she dare come back. I must find her and finish the job before she tells someone.
As I was drinking, I heard her laughing at me and taunting me to come to find her. Where are you, I cried show yourself I said, but no. she did not appear. Then I heard the noise as if someone was in the basement, there was that haunting laugh again, that was the sound coming from downstairs. Now livid with anger, to the point that I was deranged and also In my drunken state, I pick up the butcher knife and the candelabra and headed for the door to the basement.
In a sweet voice, I call out for Eloise, come my dear Eloise to your lover. Show yourself, my love. I open the door and started down into the darkness. I could now hear her voice calling to me, taunting me, and laughing at me I‘m now at the point of insanity driven by my anger and rage.
As I descendant down into the darkness with just the flickering of my candles, I reach mid-point, her voice haunted me again, but this time it was just a whisper in my ear. I froze in fear, where was she, and then out of nowhere, she confronted me her vision floated right in front of my eyes. I was startled and thrown off balance, but in a fit of rage, I thrust the knife at her.
But it went through mid-air her for she was not there, but in so doing, I lost my balance and started to tumble down the stairs and while doing so the butcher knife penetrated my chest, blood started rushing from me as the pain became intense, I could feel my life force slipping away from me.
As I lay at the bottom of the stairs, she once again appeared; she was just floating above me and looks at me with scorn. She said you threw away our love a love that was true, the love I gave to you, because of the anger in your heart. You took my life, so my revenge was the curse I placed on you.
You took your own life with your own knife; it was the anger and the rage that overtook you and drove you to insanity. Yes, you took your own life, now with your death, I’ll be free, heaven awaits me. For you the sin, that you’ll take to the grave, hell awaits with the agony that you deserve!
Guildford H Windley
October 27, 2018

by: Shirley Satterfield

I am free now to love my neighbor as much as my Savior.
There’s a holy flame burning in my heart.
I forgave someone today
and alls I had to do was pray.

by: Shirley Satterfield

I’m a new member of this community and just stopped by just to say Hi.
It’s nice to meeting such new and exciting writers.
And I also must say
about our pens-there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, mightier.

by: kylecoare

The rose I gave made it all worse
the thorns that pierce and curse
stick in veins so deeply
lets the blood flow freely

The flowers forced thoughts to flee
flowing rivers of remorse run free
that red rose, its symbol of hope
just a red flag, a slippery slope

The feelings, a growing mystery
petals fell, the moment it hit me
just a trick of the light
at play in the dark of night

No longer a flower in the breeze
just a stem with no leaves
no petals, no colour or scent
no beauty where it went

Forever trapped in the past
where the flowers were seen last
planted those seeds, they bled me dry
under an amber coloured sky

by: Jacqueline Mead

As the sun sets on another glorious day.
All the colours of fire, come out to play.
Red, yellow and orange light up the sky.
Creating patterns to delight your eye.
Sitting, relaxing, drink in hand.
As the sunsets on these gorgeous sands.

by: Guildford Windley

The torment and the Ecstasy that is love
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The pain I feel deep within
The walls that hold me back
For the truth that I know but cannot say
My tears flow like the rain down my face
I know but cannot find the words I want to say
My love must know of this burden that I carry
Of the torment and of the ecstasy
The pain must show each time we kiss and turn away
The hugs that are distant and those of great passion
Why my hunger goes unfilled, and I lust for you still
To see me as I am, a shadow on the wall
She knows not who I am or what’s my fate
For death or life is not so clear
Upon the burden, one’s heart must bear
Love is so fluid and fleeing
Time spent in each other’s embrace
Are too few, the love we know can disappear
When two hearts grow apart and go there different ways
Life is not a laid out plan; what you thought would be, May change
But with this struggle deep within my soul
The guiding light and the passion of your heart
To fight the demons that hold me down
To cling to this broken love that burns within my soul
For salvation that I seek will only come with your devotion
Guildford H Windley
October 14, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

How Do They Do It
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How do they do it?
This I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW
For it sure not their people skills
The things they say
May hold sway over the gullible
On one hand, they applaud
All their own corruption
Their base, they do love it
They think nothing of being robbed
Because of the Republicans rhetoric
Sings to their hate, and the mob mentality
Besides, they always have Obama and Hillary to blame
How do they do it, these Republicans?
The power that they keep is beyond me
They cling to power like a fungus
They only appeal to the greed` and hate that people feel, their own lack of self-worth, they take out their frustration on others that don’t fit their mold
There is way more Democrat then these here little rats
But for what reason the power rest in the hands of this band of crooks
The Democrats for what is worth do not play by the same rules, for the most part, they tell the truth
Oh the Democrats have their share of crooks, sexual assaulters and others
They seem to bring scandal to the headlines and fall from grace pulling down the party
But not so republicans, when it happens to them
They laugh and say boys will be boys
They don’t care that it’s at your expense
How do they do it, keep on winning elections
Well it’s no secret
Let me tell you how
For the most part, they cheat
But that’s not all
The apathy of the public is the main reason
They just don’t vote
Freedom my friends come with a price
Being informed and participation
The Republicans work for the very rich and corporations
The Democrats are not perfect and they need to clean up their act
An informed public is what this land needs to keeps our liberties
A Republic that works for the people, not the money
It not easy but the gift of this country came with a price it was built on the blood, pain of, and sweat of many:
The natives, the Blacks and other of color
Immigrants from all parts of the world
Religions of all types, and those that have none
Cultures brought and shared; Are what makes this country great
We have principles and share beliefs
The people we serve and have fought for all of these things
They fought and they died, and do to this day
For the living Constitution do they stand guard and defend
Now is the time to take your stand
For the problem is not how do they do it
The solution my friend is how do we win
The answer has always been getting off your butt and
Vote!

Guildford H Windley
October 12, 2018

by: johnv1957

MORE

More time to love
More time to hate
More time to give
More time to take
More time to accept
More time to deny
More time for truth
More time to lie
More time to remember
More time to forget
More time to experience
More time to regret
More time to consume
More time to release
More time for war
More time for peace
More time for you
More time for me
More time to imprison
More time to be free
More time for hurting
More time to heal
More time for hiding
More time to conceal
More time to wonder
More time to know
More time for yes
More time for no
More time to finish
More time to start
Take time to share time
And open your heart

by: Laurie McKinney

What is truth?

To a Child…..
Love/Care glowing in Mommy’s eye
Joy of giving a fresh picked flower
Softness of a kittens fur
Beauty and wonder of a Rainbow

To an “Adult”……
Love/Caring is a weakness and disposable, easily forgotten
Joy of taking what is given with a kind heart, never considering why
Softness of a loves touch that is pushed away and ignored
Beauty and wonder of watching a moon lite night alone because there was no time for US!!!!

Hold on to the simple truths of a child!

What is your Truth?

by: Guildford Windley

The wind of change is a blowing
Those mountains that seem too high to climb just a year ago
Now seem to be not so tall
The voices of those that were lost, now people are listening
The Puppets on a string, from corporate masters, do they sing
They lie and distort to keep you a guessing
The rule of law is bent to meet their needs
The people will, does not matter
But they do what is needed to serve their master
The base that holds them in power
Is blinded by, what lies these politicians say
There are drums of hate; a fake sense of being, us against them
Winds of change are coming, the spell is fading, and the people are awakening
Freedom wall is cracking and we now need to do some repairing
The need to vote as not had a greater time than now
The voices of the people, led by the rise of women are singing a freedom song
If we don’t stand up for ourselves no one will
We are heading for a crossroads; one way will take us to hell
The other is not easy but it’s worth the price
A call to raise my Sisters and Brothers let your voice matter
Sing freedom song, and vote strong don’t those in power stop you
Freedom carries a price, as our forefathers and mothers shed their blood to keep us free
Now, it is your turn a call to arms to right this ship of state
Without you vote we will fail and more power will be legislated
To the powerful few, and our Constitution will be null and void!
Guildford H Windley
October 9, 2018

by: johnv1957

There are times in my life
When I’m troubled, in strife
And I feel like there’s nowhere to turn
In those times I find peace
And my troubles released
Knowing soon that my savior will return
For his blood He shed for me
So my soul can be free
And His grace is renewed every day
If I need him this I know
I just need to let go
And just get down on my knees and I pray
Precious Lord hear my pleas
You alone know my needs
You alone know how many tears I’ve cried
In my heart you will stay
Every hour every day
I can feel your spirit growing inside
You’re my Savior, you’re my friend
You’ll be with me ’til the end
You’re my shepherd and I am your lamb
I can do all things through you
Lord I know this is true
I can’t explain just how blessed I am

by: johnv1957

In this game of life sometimes you’ve got to take a chance
You’ve got to move your feet before you ever learn to dance
You can’t just sit there on the fence
It really doesn’t make much sense
You’ve got to make a choice or just suffer the consequence

There might be times when your dreams get up and walk out the door
And leave your hopes like puzzle pieces scattered on the floor
Even in the worst of weather
Just believe things will get better
Pick up the pieces and just put them back together

You’ve got to learn to spread your wings
You know that you can do great things
When people don’t believe in you
Give them a different point of view
And tell them you were born to do
The impossible

Don’t let the trials and tribulations bring your spirit down
Make sure that you get up each time that you fall to the ground
When you get hit between the eyes
You’ve got to stop and realize
It’s nothing more than just a blessing hidden in disguise

If you look within yourself no telling what you’ll find
If you can’t trust your heart you might just leave your dreams behind
You’ve got to hold your head up high
Don’t let tomorrow pass you by
If you don’t spread your wings you’re never gonna learn to fly

Don’t give up and don’t give in
Just find the strength you have within
When life keeps throwing stones at you
You’ve got to keep on pushing through
You know that you were born to do
The impossible

by: johnv1957

You can’t make someone love you
Their heart has to decide
Persevere, take your time
Let patience be your guide
Show her that she is your world
Be considerate, be kind
Let her be independent
And you’ll stay on her mind
Be a gentleman, be old-fashioned
When you get a chance just court her
Let her know she is important
Let her know that you support her

by: Guildford Windley

The course of this country
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Where do we put women the Republican asked?
Well, of course, they will say, women should do what old white man say
They are to stay quiet and to accept their fate
This is not the time to challenge men
Those of you who do will know there is a price to pay
The power of the oligarchy lays sway over the people
The money that they have can turn truth into a lie
You stand up to them and they’ll crush you like an empty can
Even though the people rise up, it concerns them not
For the money that they spend to keep the people down
The lies they sell, are brought by the ones that think that they are being empowered, they’re not
Put down the rise of women, put down the people of color
Uses those of a different sexual preference to create hate and make another feel superior
For Republicans to win so as to serve their master wants
The use of being a bully sells, with hateful words to drown out the reason
A handmaid’s tale is what these old white guys seek
As for the blacks and other of color a thump on them to keep them down and profit from their misery
It’s slavery that we have, but it’s done with discrete, open your mouth and the cops will gun you down on the street
The election that we have are not truly free, there are mischief and deceit
For control of the power keeps their wealth in place
The Republicans keep saying that the judges on the highest court need to keep to the original letter of the Constitution
Yes, one written for and by white men!
Guildford H Windley
October 5, 2018

by: Laurie McKinney

I was drawn in by his sweet words
His kindness that touch my very soul
He danced with me in my dreams
That beautiful sexy sway to the music
The sound, a sweet romatic melody.
Hypnotizing and pulling at my heart
Whooing me to believe and trust
He says our souls and hearts click
Like we were old lovers of another time

Am I so vunerable?
Do I ache for kindness and caring?
Does my ambition to be “his” treasure
Drive my heart
to believe…
to try…
to desire
Please…..Please….
My heart wants to be SPECIAL to one!!!!!

by: Guildford Windley

The Woman On the Pier
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On the old wooden dock, I see her every day
In her long gown of blue, quite the lady I would say
I watch her from my old fishing boat as it sways against the pier
I go about my work but wonder about her world
She has class and lots of money, I would think
But why does she come down to this part of town
This place stinks of dead fish and diesel
The water around this here port is not that of blue
It is oily gray, the film of the oily sludge engulf the boats as they lay in this bay
She seems so out of place, in this run down place
A beauty of femininity meant more for some fancy estate
Yet every day she comes this way and spends hours on this dilapidated old dock
She looks to the sea as if she waits for a ship’s return
The woman is bejeweled from head to toe
No fancier a women have I seen
As I coil the lines on my deck
I reflect about the distance between us
Her wealth; my poverty
I wonder if her life is really better than mine
For in her face I see pain, a hurting kind
What tragedy could haunt such a person with the world at her hand, could it be a lost love
Yes my life is hard with my body full of pain, my hands with blisters from working the lines
I toil in the hot sun for my keep; I fight the elements of the sea to bring back a few fish that I sell
But even with my fate cast so low, I still do not feel the pain that I see coming from her soul
The lady she stands here on this dock, with the world at her hands, yet so melancholy is her mood
To one day see her smile, I would give a day’s catch of fish!
Guildford H Windley
October 5, 2018

by: Todd McDaniel

Ambition is a fire of desire
Flowing from the heart
An attitude to aspire
Until we all depart

Applied in ones life
Without greed or revelry
It unimpedes your path and eliminates strife
And helps us to become all that we can dream