Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your

teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

An excerpt from Emma Lazarus famous poem The New Colossus

Mercy Gate

America needs no doctrines, but mercy It needs compassion, no more smug conceit It needs refinement in things that made it America the great exceeding the ages The forces within that make it crumble With careless reflections on historys past Make no provision for historys hope The columns of freedom begin to falter The worm beneath them gorged on its spoils Meant to endure for epochs of time Now not considered, estranged tomorrow Much less to prolong the founders legacy With ardor they strived to build a better life For self and those that would embrace The values of freedom, mercy and grace Which made this nation home of the brave
Joseph Luxums poem Home of the Brave The complete poem by Emma Lazarus The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame, Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries she With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Almighty Buck
After the financial crash and the ensuing recession

Hear a thunder hear a roar Theres a raging going on

Depths of heart one curbs and blocks At depths of soul one scorns and laughs Timeless treasure chest, but under a lock Unaccounted for unlike the almighty buck Hear a cry hear a sob Theres an orphan, all alone Your daily trash, your overflow Left by the calloused anger-clenched fists By souls and hearts that beat amiss Tears he drinks and sorrows he eats I spread my arms and call the meek Perhaps theyll hear and then retreat From vein pursuits the newfound belief: The full must get fuller the poor must get poorer Not so, for all that one gained goes now amuck Like the preeminent and most adored almighty buck

When Torment Begins

When torment begins new comforts provided When suffering breaks out you cannot fight it But gently fall, like a leaf... on the silky pillowcase Ease you pain beside the fire or... in the fireplace There is your escape unknown to your kin To scholars of the unknown skilled in the unseen They wont find you there no matter what the ploy Fire burns and kills, but not all, for you its to enjoy The wicked fries and shrinks in pain The righteous basks and welcomes the flame The hidden truth is found in wind and thunder, In tempest, in time of need, in thirst and hunger When wicked laughs and bends in scorn The righteous fills his barns with corn New wine and bread grace his white spread Golden lamp, purple, blue, scarlet and red They mix with sparks of bright golden lamp The golden goblet runs over with wine Never savored, exquisitely refined and its mine The chalice is mine the table and spread Those barns of corn and plenty of bread Are now legally mine forever more! The Maker reached my hearts deepest core I have increased, an impressive feat

Who cares to gauge it with yards and feet The compass of bliss, happiness and joy? Unending life keeps knocking on my door Bringing me comfort of things to come That back door of death soon I'll overcome

The Longed For Dream

Love Poem. Love poems are not rational at all, often they are born in a half awake, half asleep state of mind.

The night has fallen, heavy garment wrapped the earth Moon is climbing hidden ladder reaches zeniths plank Hearing footsteps of its master, dawn, its fiercest foe Stars begin to fade away mountain peaks begin to glow Mesmerized and frozen still, spears of light and spears of heat Like an army of one mind, mighty, violent as with one heartbeat... My tranquil sea is now disturbed; this peaceful garment suns razor rips A burst of passion, in righteous rage I seek to block oppressors whips I raise my hands and raise my voice, the whip has fallen

So did my voice

The clock just struck, moon hid its face my dream is stolen Ive got no choice But run to you my sweetest one and hide my souls despairing wants Of love so tender and soul so pure I dare not speak corrupting words Small for articulation, too weak to make sense, too distant for embrace Id rather feel, enjoy your touch; time is then lost; love takes its place. Love is the beat and rhythm of life where would I be without its song? Where shall I hide my weary soul but in loves arms, gentle yet strong. Oh let me bathe you my sweetest dove in love too deep for words sublime Let night and day now mix together and let two threads become one twine Strong and secure; one heartbeat; one pulse; one vision and thought. Fill our cup with brand new wine till toverflows and spills abroad To those who long for liberation and those who dream for exaltation In what the Maker had in His mind before the world and its foundation Let me explode and take you along this path so dangerous and unexplored Yet known to me in measure divine. My soul is different... I know its lot My mission begins, new chapter enfolds and you are the one He chose to astound So take my hand and never let go. Come and lets like eagles spread wings and mount Soaring on high, with steadying winds; our flight is on; the time has arrived My Sabbath rest has finally come, my pride is gone, the wrong the right... No one is hurt and no one despairs. I rest in Him who knows the fight His will is my sail and I am that boat sailing the ocean wherever He blows The earth is quiet, sky rests in peace, ocean is calm; my fight is a loss My loves awakened and now longs for your touch with thumping heart Incense and myrrh mixed with new spice; rare is our love a gift divine Rare are these feelings and thoughts in my mind, as in a daze, without a fright I do surrender to ways from above and fight no more or disagree. I let it be I fall and die, dissolved and blending with spirit realm still distant, yet real

But it comes closer, knocks on my door beckons my heart and lets me in Chambers of velvet, scarlet and wool, now stripped of its garment Is the longed for dream.

Angels sing
Love Poem. Falling in love is one thing staying that way is another, but poetry can be like a medicine helping one to stay stricken.

Angels sing! Church bells ring! I have fallen in love and sing! Clouds smile! Earth, beat your drum! Sun dance! Wind whistle and hum! The melody and harmony of love What I have received is a gift from above! God's love became flesh and blood! Tell me whats wrong and what is right! Can time stand still without a fight? I blend with You and with your light Darkness is forsaken and gone in fright Yes time stands still upon the hill It makes no alarm and makes no drill For its been made for joy and thrill Sun tarries now and seeks its fill It drags its feet throws glances with a sigh It lows me sweet kisses and says good bye I hear its sobs with rainbows all around Teardrops now fall, but just from one cloud Darkness could not erase them or destroy They linger still sharing in my joy They sing the newly born song They join and march with the happy throng Of like victims suns smiles deprived But not forsaken, like me set apart For glory and honor, quality divine Without tears this honor could never be mine Tears come and go and they are dried I spread my wings. I soar and glide Im climbing mountains for some too high The night, the tears, the pain and sigh I left behind this old worn-out garment I don on me the new purple and scarlet The royal feast is now called up; I hear the clatter My comforts now served on a golden platter.

Silent prayer
Love Poem. One can be lost in a dream world, but no one can pass a judgment on such except the one who is in it.

Silent prayer has gone out among shadows and trembling leaves... Giant bell rung somber sound, moonlight dancing on sad trees Howling dogs... a burst of laughter, a whiff of grass... a silent heap Happy creek plays with its pebbles makes them sing and weep I am lost and not aware that a prayer has left my soul Piercing sky like a shooting star traveling to God's throne My dove awakes like in a dream then seeks to kiss my lips My mouth is moistened with desire but distance plays its tricks Picked by wind and wrapped in moonlight angels carry you They bring you closer to feast my eyes then disappear, without a clue I yearn for their return but they keep playing with my time, I wonder why? Clatter of wings... my gift comes nearer, my love's awakened, intensified. Silent prayer has gone out... the night's gone, it's time to behold I'm lost in a dream and expectation, pages turn, new chapter to enfold Now wind is rushing to my aid and helps to show the real you I read the pages and rejoice. My love is real... the gift is too.

Sweet Little Lies

Sarcasm can wake someone up. Asking for lies is just a way of telling man to make girl/woman feel good. But once this honey jar is opened one may have to keep it up.

Tell me sweet little lies Make me feel good Tell me words in disguise That pamper and soothe Tell me sweet little lies Dispel my gloom Soap me up even patronize Bathe me in your sweet perfume Tell me sweet little lies Dont you hold no utterance Say them all with sighs Like in a dream or in a trance Tell me sweet little lies And do not tell a few I lower the blinds and close my eyes I will believe that they are all true Now time elapsed since sweet lies were told Torrential floods invaded the trance Like hungry wolfs broke into a fold Devoured sheep and little lambs A lie embraced the other lies Like chain they followed down the trails They have descended from mountain highs Into deep valleys of fairytales There they embraced to comfort each other

Sweet little nothings were now greatly missed Once turned into motion they nag and bother Soon they will holler with raised up fist: Make sweet little lies true! You promised!