-2012-

POETRY
BY

DESTINY TO WRITE PUBLICATIONS


PLEASE VISIT


MY BOOKSTORE
www.lulu.com/spotlight/barrymowles7

MY NEW POETRY BLOG
poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/

FIND ME ON FACEBOOK
www.facebook.com/poetrybybarrymowles
www.facebook.com/pages/Poetry-by-Barry-Mowles-FAN-
PAGE
http://www.facebook.com/groups/destinytowrite/

FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER
www.twitter.com/barrymowlespoet

EMAIL

destinytowrite@live.co.uk

bmowles@live.co.uk






2012
MY NEW LOOK POETRY BLOG

*FUTURE POETRY SUBMISSIONS
*READ FREE BOOKS
*GALLERY
*POETRY OF THE MONTH
*BOOK SHOP
*FACEBOOK GROUPS
& MUCH MORE

SIGN UP TODAY
poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/











-2012-

DEDICATED TO

LIANNE
CHLOE
SHAYLEIGH

&
TO ALL MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS




ALSO IN LOVING MEMORY
NAN & GRANDAD

MARION
&
JOHN MOWLES

I HOPE IVE MADE YOU PROUD


WITH SPECIAL THANKS TO INCLUDED POETS

RENETTA SERCHIO
BOB STRUM
SANTOSH AKHILESH
SWATI SHOBHA SEVLANI
MONIKA ARNETT
ONCEMORTAL
MITCH CARMICHAEL
JENNY LESSING WIGGINS
WILLIAM GAYLORD
NALINI PRIYADARSHNI
POOJA SHARMA RAO
KELLY ROACH
ZEENATH IBRAHIM
LYNDA FERRER
PRIYANKA DEY
ABHISHEK RATH
PAYAL PASHA
REENA PRASAD
ANITA ASHWINI SHEA
MADHUMITA GHOSH
SAYANTAN GUPTA
YASEEN ANWER
MICHELE BARON
MARZANA ISLAM
SANTA VETTURI
SANFORD S SHUMAN
ANGEL MEREDITH
ARCHNA PANT
SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT
RUKHAYA MK
SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM
IULIA GHERGHEI
GORAKHNATH GANGANE
MOINAK DUTTA
TASEER GUJRAL
AMPAT KOSHY
ELVIRA LOBO



CONTENTS

1. GAME OVER 2012
2. DESTINY TO WRITE
3. CREATURE OF THE NIGHT (PART ONE)
4. CREATURE 2 THE NIGHT (PART TWO)
5. CREATURE FLYING 3 (PART THREE)
6. TIME
7. HERE IN HEAVEN (11:59)
8. MY FINAL GOODBYE

9. PUPPET ON A STRING RENETTA SERCHIO
10. A TIME TO REFLECT BOB STRUM
11. POWER SANTOSH AKHILESH
12. MERE PUPPET SWATI SHOBHA SEVLANI
13. SALVATION MONIKA ARNETT
14. REMINISCENCE ONCEMORTAL
15. STAGES & STRINGS MITCH CARMICHAEL
16. BANDED STRINGS JENNY LESSING WIGGINS
17. TIED WOODEN STRINGS WILLIAM GAYLORD
18. I AM WAITING NALINI PRIYADARSHNI
19. CALL CENTRE POOJA SHARMA RAO
20. LIFE KELLY ROACH
21. CARPE DIEM ZEENATH IBRAHIM
22. NAVIGATING ON OCEANS DARKNESS LYNDA FERRER
23. WAYS OF THE WORLD PRIYANKA DEY
24. THE FINAL MINUTE OF MY SURVIVAL ABHISHEK RATH
25. STREET DANCER PAYAL PASHA
26. DESTINY REENA PRASAD
27. REALISATION ANITA ASHWINI SHEA
28. NIGHTMARE MADHUMITA GHOSH
29. THE HOSPITAL AT NIGHT SAYANTAN GUPTA
30. NOTHING ENDS, NOTHING STAYS YASEEN ANWER
31. GARDENER MICHELE BARON
32. SPIDERS WEB MARZANA ISLAM
33. WONDERFUL LIFE SANTA VETTURI
34. LIFES MYSTERY SANFORD S SHUMAN
35. IN REPOSE ANGEL MEREDITH
36. DESTINYS SLAVE ARCHNA PANT
37. RISEN SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT
38. SOMETIMES RUKHAYA MK
39. DEATH WOULD COME SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM
40. ABOUT A FATHERS SICKEN SOUL IULIA GHERGHEI
41. PUPPET ON A STRING GORAKHNATH GANGANE
42. SLIPPING ON GODS GREAT BANANNA SKIN MOINAK DUTTA
43. THE EQUATION TASEER GUJRAL
44. TEARS AMPAT KOSHY
45. MYSTERY ABOUT A DYING SOUL ELVIRA LOBO




GAME OVER 2012

I can feel my doubters fiddling behind my back, but I am not a free
clockwork toy, and one day all of your hating will come with a price;
But I will admit your comments do make me me stumble, wait a
minute did I just write me twice.

Did you really think your threats could just stop this ink flowing, and
keep this pen quiet;
Even the police are now out looking for these letters, on the charge
of trying to incite a riot.

Old worn out poets demand respect, but respect from me is not just
handed out for free on a plate;
Just like Tupac Shakur once wrote, only god can judge me, so
who are you to even question my fate.

Your poetry is weak and pointless, just like buying bottled water;
This is the 100% truth, I have recently read stronger lyrics written
by my 8 year old Daughter.

Your own self obsessed tunnel vision has blocked you seeing the
bigger picture, the reality is your own reflection is the one you
should blame;
O dear your smile has just turned upside down again, as you begin
to buckle under the strain.

People warn me to stop fighting back, our time is too short to hold a
grudge;
But that is easier said than done, especially when you have
doubters plot behind your back, desperate to pack your fudge.

Apparently I wont get very far without you by my side,
Bitch please I got myself to where I am today, I do not need your
help to fly;
In fact you look just like a tiny ant below, as I look down on you
from my place in the sky.



You claim I wouldnt have the balls to take you on, but the only
balls you own are named Pong & Ping;
You truly are one deluded mother fucker, who mistook me as a
puppet on a string.

If I was to compare our poetry to a lady, yours would look like some
ugly old tramp, whilst mine would resemble Anna Kournikova;
But for now I am through wasting this precious ink on you,
So thats it,
The end,
Game over.

BARRY MOWLES 2012


































DESTINY TO WRITE

Since you were a child your nightmares have shaken you, leaving
you left shivering through the night;
You use to wake and write them down sealing them in pen, your
poetry became your only guiding light.

It was your journals to start with logging each emotion you ever use
to feel;
Then that turned into this poetry your now reading, creating words
as strong as solid steel.

At times things seemed impossible, the books have witnessed them
all;
They have been by your side through battles, and they have helped
pick you up from your fall.

I remember lying in hell, total darkness with nothing and nobody, all
I had was paper and this pen;
It got me through my darkest hours, when boys have to grow up to
become men.

You have used this pen to make all of your dreams come true;
You have books upon books of memories, a whole lifetime entitled
the destiny of you

The battle is now over, the war has been won and you no longer
have to fight;
You have finally found your way through the darkness and realised,
it was your destiny to write.



BARRY MOWLES 2011








CREATURE OF THE NIGHT
(PART ONE)

Today is my birthday, I am 361 years old;
I stand on the beach awaiting the sunrise, it is now time for my
destiny to unfold.

I take off my shirt and throw it on to the sand, as the horizon slowly
starts to illuminate with rays of light from the sun;
The piercing brightness slowly starts to burn away my skin, as it
flashes back my memories to where this all begun.

Pages of the calendar flash in front of me, before my memory stops
on Wednesday the 15
th
of July, the year is 1665;
A great plague is sweeping across the land, which has left me the
only one of my family, to still be alive.

I just had to say goodbye to my Mother, as she whispered I love
you with her very last wheezing breath;
I run through the streets of London, just trying to escape the Black
Death.

I run until I feel grass beneath my feet, no longer the streets cold
mud and stone;
Tall trees tower over me, I am a 15 year old boy who is sat here
crying all on my own.

A whispering voice echoes through the darkness, causing my body
to freeze;
The hairs on the back of my neck shiver, as I see a tall dark figure
hiding amongst the trees.

My heart is racing, but as I get up to run I see the dark figure vanish
from the shadows, and reappear as if by magic by my side;
His pale white face shines in the moonlight, I opened my mouth to
scream but no sound came out, no matter how much I tried.





His eyes roll a dark shade of black, I stand there shivering as the
dark figure opens his mouth, revelling sharp teeth like a wild animal
ready to fight;
I manage to tremble out what are you, before a whispering reply
echoes I am the creature of the night.

Fear takes over my very soul, as I stand shaking like a nervous
wreck;
The creature leaps towards me, plunging his sharpened teeth into
my pulsing neck.

I gargle out screams of pain into the dark skies of night;
I can feel my body start to go limp, as my head starts to feel real
light.

The monster then drops me to the floor, as my soul starts to sink
into the ground below;
I lay on the grass feeling my life drain away, as I watch the creature
creep back into the darkness, and become just another shadow.

I close my eyes as I drift off into a darkened dream;
Just then an over whelming pain rushes through my veins, and all I
could do was scream.

I feel my heart stop beating, as my skin turns so pale and white;
My sharpened teeth pierce through my gums, as my memory
reminds me, this is the moment I was reborn, and came back as a
creature of the night.

I rise to my feet as a new dawn begins to break;
I hide myself in the shadows, as this new thirst for blood keeps my
soul awake.

The morning sun starts to burn through my skin, so I run into a cave
and use the shadows of darkness to hide;
The smell of death seeps from me, as I sit there shaking just waiting
for this new thirst for blood to subside.



As soon as the sunsets I slowly make my way back to my old home;
I wish my family were still alive, I dont want to face an eternity on
my own.

The torch lantern street lights illuminate the pathways underneath;
I silently sneak through the darkness, as my tongue rubs up against
the sharpened sides of my teeth.

I walk for hours through the streets of London, my feet are covered
with excrement and mud;
Dark voices are echoing through my mind, itching my thirst for
blood.

In the distance I see an old man walking towards me, from all this
way back I can still somehow hear his beating heart;
My black eyes roll back into the darkness, but this isnt the end, this
is just the start.


TO BE CONTINUED




BARRY MOWLES 2011

















CREATURE 2 THE NIGHT
(PART TWO)

The old man walks past me, I can feel his heart beating so much
stronger;
The thirst for blood has now taken over me, I cannot hold the
demons back any longer.

I jump towards him, snapping his head to the side, as I plunge my
teeth deep into his neck the air becomes filled with his gargling
cries;
I feel his blood trickle down my throat, as his soul floats up into the
starry skies.

After my first feed, killing became easy, picking off the old and the
weak;
The plague gives me an unlimited supply of victims, and as for the
citizens of London, their future is starting to look bleak.

Days turn into months, as the plague, starvation and these
unexplained deaths are striking the streets with fear;
Then one night all that changed, the date was Thursday the 2
nd
of
September, and 1666 was the year.

A great fire swept through the streets of London, as plumes of
smoke covers the skyline engulfing the skies;
Burning buildings crash to the floor, as the streets themselves start
echoing with thousands of screams and cries.

As panicking citizens fight the fires back, I make it to the River
Thames, and sneak onboard a ship destined to a faraway place;
The ship steams off into the distance, as my goodbye tears are
streaming down my face.

For centuries I travel the world in darkness, watching our planet
change in time;
My body still resembles a 15 year old boy, when in fact today is my
birthday, I am now 309.


After all these years away I finally see the skyline of London in the
distance, so much has changed, as tall buildings and lights now
dominate the starry skies;
My body still looks so young, but inside my dammed soul grows a
mind which is so old and wise.

My skin is still so smooth to touch, when I feel my face I sense a
young soft completion;
I can stand by any mirror in the world, but I could never see my own
reflection.

I sit by the River Thames just watching the moon and stars shine;
Over the water I hear people cheer and celebrate, as Big Ben
welcomes in the new year of 1959.

My memories keep flashing me by as I sit writing in my diary,
through the centuries these blank pages have been my only friend;
As my mind flicks faster through the years, I get even closer to the
end.



TO BE CONTINUED




BARRY MOWLES 2011














CREATURE FLYING 3
(PART THREE)

My memories are flashing faster now, an eternity of loneliness all
locked away and stored;
Years of my pain speed in front of my eyes, just like I am watching
my life in fast forward.

In 1978 a miracle happened, as I went into a building called a
cinema, and watched the sun rising across the silver screen;
As I sat there tears rolled down my cheek, it was the most
wondrous sight my dark eyes had ever seen.

Confusion overwhelms me in the 1980s, as I watch a movie about
vampires, people walking around the streets dressed up to look just
like me;
If only they felt the pain and loneliness I feel each night, they would
be so grateful they didnt have to share my destiny.

As I walk the streets at night I see two teenagers driving a car,
blasting music, laughing and joking with his mate;
I just sit on my own watching the world pass me by, wishing there
was some way of changing this lonely fate.

My memories flash forward to a new millennium, as fireworks light
up the sky;
In two days time I will be 350 years old, and all I want to do is die.

I dont want to be alone in the dark anymore, I just want to be able
to rest in peace;
An eternity of dark days and nights, leave me just longing for a
release.

One day my life changed as I picked up a poetry book, I remember
the date, it was the 1
st
of November 2011;
My tears fell onto the page, as the author wrote how he had a
destiny to write, and how he had died and gone to heaven.


I remember thinking if I had just one last wish, it would be to see
the rising sun;
Today is my birthday, I am now 361.

My life has finished flashing, as I stand on the beach feeling the
rising sun slowly burning my skin away;
An entire lifetime of memories shine so bright, as I feel the sun
welcome back the present day.

The sun melts through my flesh, but although the brightness is
burning me I still feel so empty and cold;
As my dreams turn to dust, the world says goodbye to a boy who
still only looks 15 years old.

As my body turns into ash, the morning sea breeze lifts me up and
out to sea;
I am no longer a creature of the night, I am a creature that is flying
free.


THE END




BARRY MOWLES 2011



















TIME

Our time is precious, no matter how rich you are time is one of the
only things that money cannot buy;
Time is the only thing separating us from a life on the ground, to a
life up high in the sky.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, then tomorrow today
will just become yesterday;
Time is here one second then replaced the next, as we spend our
entire lifetime just watching our time drift away.

Some people wish time would just stand still, some wish they could
turn back the clock;
Some people never chase their destiny, they just sit there waiting
for the door to their dreams to unlock.

Time can get you through grief, time can even heal a broken heart;
Time can bring you hope, but in the same breath time can tear
youre dreams apart.

The hands on the clock tick past, since the day you were born the
countdown in life had begun;
Even the darkness cannot fight time, each day it has to surrender to
the sun.

After time people are now reading my verses all of the world, Japan
to America, Australia to Africa and from Spain to France;
Its crazy how after some time these words can reach out so far,
when some of my so called family & friends havent even given
these letters a second glance.

We all try to fulfil our destiny, before towards the heavens we climb;
Youre dreams dont have to cost you a thing, except maybe a little
time.


BARRY MOWLES 2011



HERE IN HEAVEN (11:59)


Its Tuesday the 1
st
of November 2011;
Staring down from my cloud I realise, I dont belong here in heaven.

I stood at the gateway begging for just a little more time;
The hands on my clock no longer move, a never ending minute
which is stuck on 11:59.

I see my Nan & Granddad sitting with all my lost family and friends,
they all reaching out for me to stay;
An angel whispers through my mind youre destiny is not yet over, I
think you have just lost youre way.

I stand motionless at the top of heavens stairway in the sky;
I look down watching my life, as angels wipe away their tears, and
wave me goodbye.

I slowly walk down the stairway, with each step I move a little
further away from heavens light;
As I take my first step back into the world, my angels echo out
Remember, it was always youre DESTINY TO WRITE.





BARRY MOWLES 2011












MY FINAL GOODBYE
(THE END)


The words are finally coming to an end, just as this pen rolls off the
table, crashing down onto the floor;
My pen then stands up on its tip, and takes a bow,
As these pages scream out for an encore.

These verses are my legacy, I have finally fulfilled my destiny to
write;
Pages upon pages are filled to the brim with my memories, all
dedicated to my angels, who watch over me at night.

So many years, so many words, all sealed together in this ink like
glue;
My fate has brought me to this exact moment in time, just to write
this final goodbye letter to you.

People say dont tell me the sky is the limit, when there are
footprints on the moon, but I wont stop until I leave my mark on a
star;
You cant tell me that isnt possible, as I have already made it this
far.

The ink is slowly starting to fade, but between the lines the
message still reads out so clear;
I watch this pen begin to cry, as it drips its very last ink filled tear.

This pen is starting to get weaker by the letter, as my paper has
soaked up all of its light;
After 11,530 days of writing, the end is almost in sight.

My final book is about to close, fulfilling a promise once sworn;
These letters have taking me full circle, the end result,
A Star Was Born.





As I move ever closer to the end, this star appears to get brighter,
just like an ink filled supernova;
All thats left to do is write one last verse, and then My Legacy is
over.

I put my pen down, and seal this letter with a kiss, before I blow
these last remaining verses up towards the sky;
I have finally finished writing My Legacy,
And I have finally finished writing,
My Final Goodbye.


-----THE END-----




BARRY MOWLES 2011
























PUPPET ON A STRING
RENETTA SERCHIO 2012

l am not a puppet
on a string for you
to control

l am not doing your
bidding or listening
to you anymore

l have cut the strings
to stand on my own
as l say goodbye to you

no more hits to my face no more kicks
in my ribs

l am stronger then
you think l am leaving
you

no more puppet will
you control l have
cut the strings

l am standing on my
own no more abuse
l will take from you

l am walking out that
door l am free no more
puppet on a string . . .



RENETTA SERCHIO 2012
CALIFORNIA, USA





A TIME TO REFLECT
BOB STRUM 2012

Last Friday I turned seventy five
And it occurs to me
How strange it is that I survive.
I wonder why I am alive
Whilst other souls roam free.

I feel the slowing of my mind.
My memory betrays
A drift away from humankind.
I fear I will be left behind,
The ending of my days.

The tides have swept me out to sea.
The shorelines disappear.
The angry waves lash out at me.
False promises to set me free.
Im overcome with fear.

My prison is a leaky ship.
Its timbers rot away.
The crew has let the lifelines slip.
The sails are rotting too. They rip
All hope from me. I pray.

I pray to saints I have not known
That they may intercede.
I know I cant survive alone.
My past, my sins are all I own.
No hope that I be freed.

There is no way to understand
Our pain. Mankind dismay!
No loving God will hold my hand.
There is no hope. No promised land.
We simply pass away.

BOB STRUM 2012
AUSTRALIA
POWER
SANTOSH AKHILESH 2012


The night;
darkened by
Sheer power of nature!
And
The day;
darkened by
Sheer lust to attain the
power of nature!!




SANTOSH AKHILESH 2012
BANGALORE, INDIA






























MELE PUPPET
SWATI SHOBHA SEVLANI 2012


I interrogate everyone,
Which category, your soul belong to?
They are silent and ignorant.
Why they speak loud on the
Categories of caste, creed and sex?
When there is only,
One life and one death,
Mysterious destiny ahead.
We are mere puppet,
In the hands of god.
Where the strings are
Breaths anchoring us tight.
We dance till the end,
On the master's tune.
Where life, death and destiny
Are the only categories.



SWATI SHOBHA SEVLANI 2012
INDIA

























SALVATION
MONIKA ARNETT 2012


Reverently seeking clues into my destiny,
embracing memories of stolen moments
Where nomads fall upon bended knee,
and beggars beseech their alms in cents.

I pray for forgiveness from our Most High,
tears of silence flow down my cheek
While doubting my own with those passed by,
and gentiles of old were also weak.

Pleading for mercy unto my battered soul
from this world, I cry out for deliverance!
Precious few have reached a Heavenly goal?
and I humbly pray for repentance.

Illuminating my spirit as an eagle soars
answering a desire to know in my heart,
Coming into my life now, opening new doors,
and leaving me with an omen to never part.

The eagle disappears from before my sight,
winds whispering secrets now branded
Upon it's wings, as my dreams have taken flight;
and I now wonder where the eagle has landed.


MONIKA ARNETT 2012
WASHINGTON, USA














REMINISCENCE
ONCEMORTAL 2012

In the veil of the night,
Vastness of the sky,
The emptiness of the hands,
Crying away at the advent of a new sign,
Suffocate the thought of life,
Bleeding it to death...
In the realm of doubt,
Walking on the withering shores,
The shadow is not the same,
The body is what has changed...
Insinuating at the gaze,
Infuriated are the souls,
The sleeping are left awake,
The eternal sleep is broken...
Rise beyond the grave,
The shards of afterlife,
The effervescence in all it's glory,
Melting away the dominance...
The doubt still shrouds,
The mist still is thick,
Enthroned is the dominion,
In all the power and glory,
As I kneel before thee...
The one who calls for the dark,
And dances away in the mist,
Icy cold and chill in the breath,
Takes control beyond the empty stare...
Behold...



ONCEMORTAL 2012
INDIA










STAGES & STRINGS
MITCH CARMICHAEL 2012

Life is nothing but a stage, they say...
Each of us has his/her own part to play....
Why do we use a mask to slay....?

Hiding away the truth and pain.....
smiling outside....
inside heartache - storm & rain....

Life is nothing but a stage, they say....
with me as puppet,
and it's you that will play....

Life is nothing but a stage, you say....
With a beautiful puppeteer at bay...

Giving your heart with strings attached....
How much must it endure to remain unscathed....?




MITCH CARMICHAEL 2012
SOUTH AFRICA

























BANDED STRINGS
JENNY LESSING WIGGINS 2012

Forever in wait
for the red curtain to open,
to see my stringed sweetheart
mastered by the puppeteer. . .

And each time my heart breaks,
for that puppet on strings -
I sense so much more in him
than the wood antics and laughter he brings. . .

I feel his longing to be free,
to be real -
just like me. . .

I look at my hands
and feel the strings that nobody sees,
a gold band on a finger,
keeping me in a closet - never being free. . .

So -
My heart resides,
with a green eyed puppet on a string,
longing for each moment,
for the piece of peace he brings




JENNY LESSING WIGGINS 2012
SOUTH AFRICA













TIED WOODEN STRINGS
WILLIAM GAYLORD 2012

I stare at the strings through my hands,
and I itch to move it -
but I can't....

I drop a tear on the ties on my feet,
longing to dance -
but there no rhythm in them......

My head hangs low,
my bow at the side,
waiting for a masters' hand -
to make this puppet his pride........

Jubilation when the children's gay laughter sounds in the air -
at the antics of this wooden boy....

And then quiet desperation seeps in,
as the curtain falls down
and the dark descends upon me -
locked in my tiny wooden box -
a coffin for the living dead.....

And a solitary tear
meanders over the curve on my wooden cheek,
falling silently,
falling unseen,
on a living heart,
within driftwood......

Forever the puppet,
forgotten by the puppeteer.

WILLIAM GAYLORD 2012
SOUTH AFRICA







I AM WAITING
NALINI PRIYADARSHNI 2012


Listening to the silence
In the quiet of the night
I am waiting
For you to wake up
You continue sleep walking

How could it be
That you saw my ties
but missed the pearls
Scattered around me
I know you will gather them once you wake up

Sitting in the dead of night
I embroider these pearls
into the design of my tapestry
while I wait for you to wake up

At times waiting hurts more
Than the needle that pricks my finger
And draws out the blood
More pearls than rubies surround me
As I wait for you to wake up



NALINI PRIYADARSHNI 2012
INDIA

















CALL CENTRE
POOJA SHARMA RAO 2012

I call her often
nowadays
She asks politely
"What can I do for you?"

after my query
she responds with composure
'your request will be processed,
I will get back to you,soon !'

then life hangs up
the conversation
is over
the wait is not.






POOJA SHARMA RAO 2012
INDIA



























LIFE
KELLY ROACH 2012


Life is spending time with your children ,family ,friend ,wife Life is
for the living not worrying about little strife ! Life is not the one a
person want spend at jail ,but the one ,you can say did you well
and hail ! , Life is a mystery , , ,having it's ups and downs , not
always easy ,when you are born so begins it's journey !, Life
teachs us many things , religon and history Life is what you make
of anyway ,life should not be based ,just realizing you got one,
winning a lottery , Life is also in nature , precious , are even the
tree which leaves bare ,, down to that little bug there , Life is
human ,, making error,, ,,i think its problably why ,, we invented
the eraser , Life is that baby you are holding ,,or pet you are
holding or that senior ,to which you care , Life is helping others
,giving time to spare . Life can't be forever ,, Life ia about history
and memory good or bad Life leads the way !




KELLY ROACH 2012
ONTARIO, CANADA





























CARPE DIEM
ZEENATH IBRAHIM 2012


The finger that pointed,
the fist that banged,
the hand that wielded power
yearned to extend just one last touch
a bracket of hug, a gentle pat,
a good bye shake;
just to free those arms akimbo.

The teeth that clenched,
the tongue that nagged,
the mouth that venom spat
longed to breathe some mellow murmur,
to push open those pursed lips,
the confined kisses;
just to let loose those captive words.

The brows that frowned,
the frosty eyes that froze,
the lids that shut to their piteous pleas
ached to shed some moist love,
for a farewell glance,
a vision unseen;
just to seek the splendor missed.

He lay enclosed deep inside
just as his enshrouded heart
dead long before its time;
destined to dance
with amorous worms,
haughty Time's fateful nymphs
stripping him with their eager bites
laying bare
his hollow life.





Footsteps faded
sobs subsided
dirges dimmed
he lay alone
in his woeful void,
teeming with his
unspent care
to be pickled
in dust
anon.




ZEENATH IBRAHIM 2012
INDIA



































NAVIGATING ON OCEANS DARKNESS
LYNDA FERRER 2012

Frightful obscure frigid dark-green diluents,
balneal current rocking my bateau,
immersion, rippling, looping ,twisting struggling force.

I caress the deluge palpating the bleak, my fingers numbing, body
shriving
it's iciness, contemplating it's immensity, beauty, darkness,
as it showers my face.

Wind blows, ocean whispers, hissing, murmuring, sighs
while the waves continue in its back forth motion.

Sudden silence, sound of nothingness.
Dark, lunar lightness, shimmering stars.

Motion stops.
Calm.





LYNDA FERRER 2012
HATILLO, PUERTO RICO























WAYS OF THIS WORLD
PRIYANKA DEY 2012


They expect, then smirk
People of false indulgence
Feeding on your quench,
They suck in your patience.
Nibbling the sore, skirming deeper
They take your heart,surround it with cacaphony
You get a backbone, but stunted determination
Don't grow up, honey! Don't grow up to the ways of this world!
Flowery pictures, sodomized passions
Living life as a moral, not a journey
Binging on quests, by drinking blood
Scavengers we have all become
extinguishing beneath our hungry pride
Forgiving now, would only be crime
as Man learns to lose his sight
To kill and live, to hate and deceit
we shall all be sinned for our lives.
Don't grow up, baby! To the ways of this world!

But if you do, learn to show
the side, that only few know
Compassion and Love is all we need
to turn this world into a merciful creed
Maybe it isn't too late, you never know
Perhaps the wound is still not sore
Give it a chance, let it heal
you be the ray of light,
But if they hate you, let you bleed
do not hate them, simply leave.
I would still beg and plead,
Do not grow up, to the ways of this world, Baby!



PRIYANKA DEY 2012
INDIA



THE FINAL MINUTE OF MY SURVIVAL
ABHISHEK RATH 2012

All fuzziness of thoughts eliminated,
Still there is an awful lot to learn,
Its the Almighty whom I mentally summon,
To express all anxiety thats still suppressed.....

All the laughters ended in tears,
Still I am not afraid of this lethargic situation.
This is the final time I adore His creation,
Tonight after death becomes mine, I have no other fears....

Just a few minutes more,
Then my beetling eyelashes, I shut for ever..
And surrender my vexed body to the eternal slumber..
All my fame would then lie buried under the dead floor.....

At my death bed I have none as my rival,
My undone work would be done by some inspired lad..
My soul fares all well before leaving this vile world,
"For this is the final minute of my survival".




ABHISHEK RATH 2012
INDIA






















STREET DANCER
PAYAL PASHA 2012

The light has turned from green to red
just stop and draw a deep breath
relax and take a look outside
see that girl?...her father just died
she comes forward with a hopeful smile
a child---so gentle and docile
It is not that she does not care
she just doesn't have time to spare
she is now ready to begin her show
two minutes before the green will glow
she begins gyrating as if on flame
she's a street dancer without a name
she has no reality shows to fall back upon
nor with a silver spoon in mouth she was born
the streets are her stage--for now and forever
chance of being a celebrity--she will have never
when her one minute of fame is over
besides many cars as possible she will hover
drop a coin in her palm you might
and move on when green turns the light
skip to the corner of the road she will
so happy to have a break from her drill
waiting for the lights to turn red once more
she'll be the street dancer again--for sure.



PAYAL PASHA 2012
INDIA


















DESTINY
REENA PRASAD 2012

Earth
depends on unseen forces
and hangs on in the sky
Dangling without a rope in sight
Circling, circumventing
to be in the path of light.
Man comes into this world, screaming for all he is worth.
Goes out quietly like a burning candle extinguished.
Powerless
Contrary to what we believe.
No buttons to undo
any damage done.
Fighting each other like school kids.
Ironed clothes, ironed manners.
Important too is our pedigree.
Though trials on his path, like thorns abound
For reasons unknown to him, he completes his round.
If dead tomorrow
what will the future be?
The sun was there yesterday
will a moon be there tomorrow?
Somewhere between life and death
our world will end
but Earth will survive our demise easily.
He spends natures credits foolishly, adding to his sorrows.
and hoards as if he will live todays life tomorrow.
Aah! False bravery
we are the world of course
But we hang in the sky
between the suns magnanimity
and the moons blessed subservience
By a cosmic force
An adjustment, a compromise.





Soon to be replaced by better models of evolution
spending his little time in pursuit of worthless emotions.
It struggles in the darkness
Lungs scream for oxygens touch
Stifled by hot, scorching gases
And soon withers.
The future human seed.




REENA PRASAD 2012
INDIA







































REALISATION
ANITA ASHWINI SHEA 2012

Ones lifetime does not only affect ones self
As horizons broaden so does duty to others
Wisdom brings more to life's book upon the shelf
Stories written for everyone from strangers to our mothers.

Days begin to mesh to include much more
Strength becomes a sidekick only sometimes used
Childhood fun are memories from years long before
From a time when it was easier for one to be amused.



ANITA ASHWINI SHEA 2012
MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA







































NIGHTMARE
MADHUMITA GHOSH 2012

My heart whispered to my soul
As I hung up my faces on the wall
Happy masks
Sad and wincing
To be chartered
As occasions demand.

The faces talked to one another
My soul fractioned into shards
The happy smirked
The weak winced
While the ugliest stayed smug.

I lay supine on my bed
Saying a prayer to my Lord
My heart wondrous
Called out to my soul
There's no Lord after all
You are the lord and the master
Of all that you behold.

The faces came down from the wall
Encircled me and played
I gasped and wept
And lapsed into a delirious void.

The morning light
A shaft of gold
Smiled a heavenly smile
In my antique mirror
I found my face
One that was always mine.


MADHUMITA GHOSH 2012
INDIA


THE HOSPITAL AT NIGHT
SAYANTAN GUPTA 2012


The banshee wail of a siren
Cut through the spongy silence
Like hot knife through butter.
A gleaming white vehicle with flashing lights
Screeched to a halt.
Someone was seriously ill.
Silence resumed its nightly vigil.

Drip drip drip
The blood dripped into the chamber.
Beep beep beep
Quoth the cardiac monitor.
A vicious battle raged.
Life was the trophy.

The resident gave up his pumping.
Sweating faces turned to the monitor.
A flat tracing
Hes beyond pain now.
So sorry, folks, we did all we could
The family members break down.

Silence resumed its monotonous vigil,
To be broken by the rattle of a lame gurney
With lop-sided coasters.
She was being wheeled into
The Operating Room.
The lights go on.
Cap-mask-gown donned figures
All in faded green,
Close in,
Ready to welcome the newborn
To be untimely plucked from
A jeopardized womb.




Across the street
The young man went through his notes,
The old order yieldeth, giving place to new





SAYANTAN GUPTA 2012
INDIA
















































NOTHING ENDS, NOTHING STAYS
YASEEN ANWER 2012

Nothing ends
Nothing stays
Each end
Promises new beginning
And each beginning
Promises new end.

End of shore
Promises beginning of the sea
And beginning of the sea
Promises another shore.

Dawn of night
Promises beginning of new day
And beginning of new day
Promises another night.

Each fetus delivered
Promises beginning of new life
And beginning of each new life
Promises grave some day.

Nothing ends
Nothing stays
Each end
Promises new beginning
And each beginning
Promises new end.



YASEEN ANWER 2012
INDIA









GARDENER
MICHELE BARON 2012

to whom do you pray,
who is There,
ever pruning,
seeing life,
in floods
and drought

always, somewhere,
someone is being killed
for what?
for whom?
forsaken
forever ??

who is there
to see
and guide
if we stay from a path
we have never
clearly seen?

following steps
millennia old
trusting
that you must
go on
because
everyone does

perhaps, keep no regrets for
what might have been;
faith is for
where you find yourself--
for how can harvests
be remade?




departures, delusions, decisions, dreams
even with faith in the future
the present makes destiny
our own
to wrestle,
lose or win



MICHELE BARON 2012
RABAT, MOROCCO














































SPIDERS WEB
MARZANA ISLAM 2012

Existing so long ago,
never vanished or gone.
Swirling in different directions and
zones.

Its trapped me inside, with regrets and pride.
Nothing but lies, helping me hide.

I want to be free, from these bugs and flies
I want to relive my dreams,
without fear and hidden cries.

If only it could let go, from the pains and foe.
I will strive and be me again,
to the right lane the path I shall remain.

I need to loosen myself from the grips,
of these white lines.
Pulling me further towards darkness,
which is the cause of my sadness.

But it embraces me, the many eyed face.
Truth be told Im more than scared.

It pulls me further, waiting like an observer

It has a question, I wait
Do you feel to be free? it says
I reply with only a honest face,
that I want to be alive with no disgrace.

I watch as the white lines disappear, As it lets me drift to bliss.
I wait till once again it appears, hoping not until for many years.



MARZANA ISLAM 2012
RABAT, MOROCCO
WONDERFUL LIFE
SANTA VETTURI 2012

Life,
oh, wonderful life
vessel of joys
and sorrows
crucible of emotions
and feelings

I look at you
brave and frail
like a trapezist
fearing the jump
but ready
to lead into the space
with no safety net

SANTA VETTURI 2012
BARI, ITALY





























LIFES MYSTERY
SANFORD S SHUMAN 2012


Do you know what you are to do, for sure?

At least peer, if you dont go and investigate whats behind every
DOOR,

How can one be sure of his or her way without being exposed
before?

From this journey, a great number take a detour!

But, life will soon or later utter that its best to face me now than
IGNORE.

Lifes Mystery

By great throngs they remain behind,

Instead of emancipating destiny, him they permit life to BIND!

To the truth seeker, the immortals are usually kind,

How unfortunate it is that the answer to the riddle of life, here we
wont ever completely FIND!



SANFORD S SHUMAN 2012
USA
















IN REPOSE
ANGEL MEREDITH 2012

Lying in wait in my mausoleum
Broken visions of retro being
On a marbled slab I now repose
Not smelling like the scented rose

The dream came in but would not leave
Someone took my last reprieve
And hidden far from where I lay
The night forever nows displayed

My cold, cold lips no longer taste
The sweetness of your mouth so chaste
Hands gripping and tightly locked
Around a thorny stem and mocked

The thoughts of taking you away
I cannot know, nor save the day
Here Ill stay, remaining new
In palest skin of the finest blue

Never to see the sun shine bright
Upon your face with great delight
And to my memory remaining true
Remember me in all you do



ANGEL MEREDITH 2012
TEXAS, USA















DESTINYS SLAVE
ARCHNA PANT 2012


If I could have
Id have been a bird !
Wings spread out
soaring high
Limitless sky stretched ahead
Thrill of the air
beneath me !
Taut with excitement
Every cell tingling with
fear of the
unknown...... unexplored !
I : Pulsatingly alive ...
Gliding ..... Floating...... Sailing
Lyrically ...... Joyously !
Like a ballerina
in a perfect poise ... balance....rhythm.....flow
in absolute unison with the wind ...
the moments perfection
suspended in ecstasy
A flash of the Divine !

If I could have
Id have been a flute !
Multitude of melodies
locked in my heart
craving to be released !
Pining for the
ambrosiac feel of those lips
breathing love into me !
Thawing me ....
making me come alive
softly.....firmly.....gently
Lips which would
woo me ...... cajole me....... tease me !
Aching for the touch of those magical fingers
soft and supple ...
fingers , which would
bewitchingly embrace me....
caress my contours
lovingly ... firmly ...
search me .... explore me
with passion and desire
joy and intensity
discover notes ... Id never known...
building up a crescendo
And all my strains.....
all my music ....
inside the lifeless bamboo wall
shall explode out
in a sublime symphony !

If I could have
Id have been a brush !
Infinite colours
raging in my heart !
Myriad hues
churning inside me like waves !
swelling......leaping......Gushing over
dreaming...... lusting
agonizing for an image
a form !
A brush , which would
with its clear, definite strokes
a soft , tender touch
a fine muted graze ....
reveal all the
unuttered......unexpressed ..... inarticulate !

But ....
the Maker had decided
none for me !
Neither ...
the gay abandon ...
the exhilaration of an unrestrained flight !
the euphoria of melodies !
nor the kaleidoscopic bliss of
colours flowing on my canvas !
or raptures undefined !
So He created me a Woman !
A woman ...
with all of these longings simmering inside
A woman who yearns for all....
The bliss of the flight ...
the joy of the wings ...
the ballet with the wind in perfect symmetry and unison ...
both two ... yet One !

A woman ....
hugging the anguish of a million melodies
locked inside ....
aching to be released !
agonizing for a feel..... a touch
a breath that would
kiss life into life !

A woman ....
with colours like molten metals
bubbling inside her crucible of desires !
Raving....storming.....howling inside
bleeding over ...
Infinite hues
aching for strokes ...
that would sing and cry
smile and weep ....
A woman ..
hungering for the explosion
of all the pent up inside !

The Maker made me a woman !
Whos all ...... yet none !
Whos a reflection ..... an echo of...
a restlessness !
a seeking !
and desires unfulfilled !!!

ARCHNA PANT 2012
INDIA


RISEN
SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT 2012

I will follow and I will lead
Though I will not get out of the way

I will fall and I will rise
Yet this soul will never break

I will walk through the fire
Allow the oceans to surround me
Yet I will not drown
These Flames set me free

You will know
When you look into my eyes
They will tell many stories
Of the ashes that I rise

My pain is my release
So that I may be born again
A phoenix that touches the sea
Surrounded by Hell in my own true Heaven


SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT 2012
CAMANO ISLAND, WASHINGTON, USA














SOMETIMES
RUKHAYA MK 2012


Sometimes Life turns

a terrible opponent.

Each time you

try getting up,

from derision,

slaps you back

right into position.


Sometimes Life to handle

with Hatred is at ease.,

as Hatred grows on you

like a congenital disease.


Sometimes Life's akin

to a sea-saw ride,

where you always remain

Down

on one side in pain.





As Nobody heeds to

the other side

to bring you up again.



RUKHAYA MK 2012
INDIA





























DEATH WOULD COME
SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM 2012


Slowly or instantly,
Breath would stop.

Painfully or gently,
Life would kill.

Now or later,
Death would come.



SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM 2012
INDIA




































ABOUT A FATHERS SICKEN SOUL
IULIA GHERGHEI 2012

I have erased his memory from my soul
keep telling myself he didn't left marks there
He might be dead now! I don't even care...
has been dissolved, has been evaporated
Dust on a blade forgotten in sun
The Blood
the one that units us...
It does not, I tell you!
It's an illusion !
Between us only the arrowheads remained
with their poisons always activated by the saliva of
the one who throws away the glove
Here comes the strike that blows off the compromise!
It is like I am listening the same hate record
only now, the voice is hissing
as the snake takes over that man
who once was may father...
Every day it gets clearer
forgiveness can't happen
there where it has been broken,
it has been humiliated and spit
The blood..
Infuriated the D.N.A. bend over his serpentine
so, I've liberated myself



IULIA GHERGHEI 2012
ROMANIA
















PUPPET ON A STRING
GORAKHNATH GANGANE 2012

A winery are your eyes
lips..... juicy pomegranate
a perfect drug are you
men vie to have

my tongue wriggles inside
tries to break its bound
wants to move itself on you
as it does on chocolate ice cream

so surreal you seem
a heavenly treat
descended here
just to make me feel

If I die next moment I'd care nothing
but let me have you
though in a wild dream !

I want not many lives
but a moment to spend
where I drink your youth
and reach atop passion's Everest.



GORAKHNATH GANGANE 2012
INDIA















SLIPPING ON GODS GREAT BANANNA SKIN
MOINAK DUTTA 2012


Chris, whom I heard several years ago,
Told me quite screaming so
That life is 'God's Great Banana Skin',
But I threw the thought to the bin
And tried to wander in my ways own
Wherever found love sown...
And that often led me to slip-
Having a free-fall a few meters deep;

From that ledge of rock I fell
Only to be received in the Hell-
With all its fallen angels there
Swimming across the hot and steamy layer
Of molten ash and fire hot;

Luckily, death I met not-
For Satan was the angel still,
He helped me to climb uphill
And on that ledge I reposition
My body, suffering love's affliction...

I thanked the Satan, so angelic!
And thought of forgiving both the trickster and her trick...
I fell and that was a truth
And she might not be my Ruth!
So what? I moved again
For Love carries both loss and the gain!
I might have fallen deep
And was burnt by the fire and lava beneath...
But that is also a novel thing
That my love-story, to me,bring!



MOINAK DUTTA 2012
INDIA




THE EQUATION
TASEER GUJRAL 2012


I stand here all by myself
Looking at you measuring the waves
You are absorbed,nautical frenzy
marks your brow,ruffles it.........

Nine hours ago,you had said
Wait sweetheart...stand here
I will catch the big waves by their crests
Make my readings into work data
and return................
And then dearest we will frolick
Deep into the sea currents
Don't be scared sweetheart,for I know the sea.....................
Perhaps deep down,we will find our moorings
and I.... held onto that anchor

But now you sit there mulling and worried;
trapped by the gargantuan waves
furiously jotting,jotting furiously............
a juncture where I cease to be
I remain where you told me to be
Only you drift farther....further into yourself

I am me
You are you
The equation perhaps changed in mid-sea
and............................
I stand here all by myself
Looking at you measuring the waves

TASEER GUJRAL 2012
INDIA







TEARS
AMPAT KOSHY 2012


The Universe, hollowed out, can't till now contain
all my tears at what my loved ones are, will be or became -
(whether by slow depredation at my hands or self-done
or destroyed by time or life or at the hands of others) -
or my tears at my love's absence & my self-made laceration.

I wonder where all these tears, overflowing, run to hide
and why, of all fountains, this one alone never runs dry?
If God paid me a penny for each tear that I have shed
none would be as rich as I, not even the Almighty
and my eyes would not have around them, mayhap, these dark rings
of fatality.

One gives up rhyme, music, poetry, art, literature and all temerity
finally faced by the hard wood that wears one down, of Reality.
Face to face with all suffering in the mirror of all one's longings
one is only dust that will soon be blown away in the wind, leaving
behind no memories.

Constantly, never ending, my tears at such grim thoughts continue
to flow!
They go nowhere, no Veronica comes forward to wipe my face
to stop them from flowing and help me imbue life with my trace.
I find it strange that tears weigh naught, but leave my heart carrying
an unbearable weight.

Not death nor refashioning would I choose if I could choose to
reshape my fate.
But this would I choose that each tear becomes an answer to undo
the many hurts
I carry in myself or to what I grasped about what undid my many
loved ones.







Can it be? If it can be, let it be and if not
let the poem end and the tears still fall
for some say when it ceases the heart may in the end laugh.

AMPAT KOSHY 2012
BANGALORE, INDIA


















































MYSTERY ABOUT A DYING SOUL
ELVIRA LOBO 2012


Darkness set in, Fear crept in,
a sudden jolt that i was struck,
Was wishing for some luck.
But it was too late.......
was already laying down in a dying state.
Concerned about my family who were besides me,
Prayed to God, to really spare me.
But DEATH ain't anyone's friend,
gave a wicked smile , his gory hands he lent.
Heard My Momma sobbing loudly,
"Darling Son, please don't leave me alone!!!"
Suddenly feeling helpless and worn,
only testimony to this sorrow was the tears that flowed.
At such a young age, I am going to die,
but still had a whole life ahead to spare.
"Why me???", I questioned,
But no one answered.
Like a small baby, Momma cradled me in her arms,
her eyes swollen red hid her beauty charm.
Couldn't move my hands or legs even a bit,
struck with an excruciating pain each time I did.
Gasping for breath and fighting for life,
feeling guilty on unfulfilled promises that left behind.
All that I managed was spitting out a lot of blood,
surely knowing now that it was time........
Seconds were moving slow,
feeling every heartbeat that turned low.
Burdened with heavy rock on my head,
and huge thorns that were piercing into my chest.
Succumbing into the deep darkness,
I closed my eyes.......







Listening to the now Feeble cries , the blanket of darkness softly
covered my body.
Silence -----and stillness made me numb,
A Dying Soul was now no more........



ELVIRA LOBO 2012
INDIA


























































































PLEASE VISIT


MY BOOKSTORE
www.lulu.com/spotlight/barrymowles7

MY NEW LOOK POETRY BLOG
*FUTURE POETRY SUBMISSIONS
*READ FREE BOOKS
*GALLERY
*POETRY OF THE MONTH
*BOOK SHOP
& MORE
poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/

FIND ME ON FACEBOOK
www.facebook.com/poetrybybarrymowles
www.facebook.com/pages/Poetry-by-Barry-Mowles-FAN-
PAGE
http://www.facebook.com/groups/destinytowrite/

FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER
www.twitter.com/barrymowlespoet

EMAIL

destinytowrite@live.co.uk

bmowles@live.co.uk











-2012-
VISIT MY NEW LOOK POETRY
BLOG

*FUTURE POETRY SUBMISSIONS
*READ FREE BOOKS
*GALLERY
*POETRY OF THE MONTH
*BOOK SHOP
*FACEBOOK GROUPS
& MUCH MORE

SIGN UP TODAY
poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/


























COMING SOON




DUE OUT
November 2012























http://poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/bookstore/


























-2012-
POETRY
BY

DESTINY TO WRITE PUBLICATIONS