#SongofthePoets' issue 6

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Updates

News from the group from over the past month.

Sister Group

SongofthePoets is a group for poets, and now we have a sister group for all of you writers that like to write prose too! It's called Prosemonkeys and they're now accepting members!

Suggest a Poem of the Month

You can still suggest pieces from our gallery for Poem of the Month by sending a note to SongofthePoets or namenotrequired!
If your suggestion is chosen, you will of course be listed as the suggestor, and on top of that you'll receive 20 points from namenotrequired

Poem of the Month

comes natural as breathing [inhale]
it only hurts the first time.
after that, darling, it comes
natural as b r e a t h i n g.
and yes, i really did cry,
that first time, because
not every one can be as strong
as a marionette
with spider silk for
strings.         
[exhale]
&we're both just accidents
waiting to happen, one
mis-step, and our 8-ft-north-of-insanity
tin can kingdom will come
smashing down, making up for
the lack of color that was
here in the first place.
[swallow hard]
would you offer up your
throat to the man with
the candy-coated insults, who
blows out the stars one-by-one, just
to hear the children w e e p?
i think i might, but only because
i'd rather a dead-me, than a
dead-you.
                                         
I love how comes as natural as breathing managed to slowly build up several storylines my mind, leaving a lot to interpretation. It uses layout to strong effect without it becoming too much. Congrats and well done to  dreamingyournitemare!
- namenotrequired

Suggested by cality – she receives 20 points
Featured by namenotrequired

Other features

Another few of the best pieces, straight from our gallery.

Between Two Worlds 4Ah, Autumn,
I sit here and know
you are sneaking in
behind summer's back,
I feel your sweet
sister's caress
along my cheek
in the warm wind,
I see you smile
in the nodding of the goldenrod,
I taste it in the sunlight,
glowing like honey
in the afternoon.
Ah, season of my birth,
first time of the year
I ever experienced,
dance with me,
help me choose
for life and living,
for dancing under your autumn light
with scarlet maple leaves in my hair,
to glory under a rain of golden aspen leaves,
to know the taste of autumn frost
and the songs the geese sing
as they fly across the evening sky,
to look up into your endless blue sky
and know that I am part of all of this,
stardust
made flesh,
and to feel the connection.
Ah, Autumn. AddictionBreathe in deep.
Inhale that smoke.
Let it fill you;
let it fill your lungs
with escape.
Drink it fast.
Swallow that burn.
Let it consume you;
let it consume your ache.
Reach for the pipe;
Reach for the bottle.
Don't stop now.
You aren't numb
yet.
Let it bring you higher.
Let it raise you above the chaos.
Give in.
Let yourself drown.
Feel reality
slowly slipping
from your grasp.
Stay suspended
in the thick fog
of intoxication:
safe
as you suffocate,
the cost of your addiction.
Don't stop
until the bowl is cashed
and the bottle is empty.
Don't stop
until you slip through the cracks,
into perdition.
Don't stop
until it's over. UnderSaid you'll never leave – a promise you never conceived.
This sparkling light is dimming and slowly fades away;
This fire burning is cooling and never will stay.
I believed what you've said – sweet lies I cradled in my head.
These eyes then open, now stitched shut and weary;
This heart then beating, now petrified and dreary.
Said you'll never run – a promise completely gone.
Fading footsteps, I hear in silence
When you left me hanging in bitter decadence.
But you were never contented, never pleased.
You drowned me under; the bottom, I reached.
:thumb177687128: Ever AfterI don't believe in fairy tales
no magically ever after.
I don't wish upon stars
or pray to god.
I'll leave that to dreamers and pastors.
When it comes to life,
I make my own way.
I don't take handouts or favors.
Just stubborn pride
that lingers inside.
Despite the hardships I've faced.
No miracles
or lucky sprees in Vegas.
No dreams of winning the lottery.
I'll take my own fate
and all that awaits.
I'll make my own ever after. Overduei don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
emotions for you to trample
and hopes for you to burn.
(i know you can't catch
smoke in a bottle,
but i tried anyways.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a body for you to strike
or a will for you to break.
(my fingers are all
bloodied from trying
to pick up the pieces.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a heart
for you to steal.
(sometimes,
i hope you're just
borrowing it.) SunburnYou are my girdle of thorns;
every move I make
leaves me bleeding,
dropping pieces of my singed spirit
anywhere I run.
You are the coals beneath my feet
I cannot escape from the burn of you,
my sun.
Bound to youIf you are cut my own blood runs
   and when you fall my knees are bruised.
Each breath you take fills me with life,
   I feel your joys and sorrows too.
Your smile warms my distant thoughts
   and brings a new light to my eye.
I'm bound to you so perfectly,
   for if you end I know I'll die.
If you should stumble in your steps
   the ground beneath my feet would shake.
The rhythms of my own heart beat
   with each decision that you take.
There's comfort in how close we are
   and knowing that beneath these stars
I'm bound to you so perfectly:
   for I'm in you, and you're in me. The GlorifiedThe Glorified
I walked that road
When I was young
The road that took
My savior’s blood
I saw that hill
Where he died
I knelt and prayed
To the Glorified.
I saw the pit
Where he was thrown
I cried my tears
All alone
The darkness there
Was deeper black
Than the whips that struck
My savior’s back
No other god
No other man
Took such pain
Took such a stand
No other truth
Have I known
But Jesus’ love
As my own.
I saw the tomb
I touched the grave
I knew full well
What He gave
And I felt ashamed
That I had none
To give to Him
As He had done.
My savior died
So I might live
My lover came
Just to forgive
My God came down
To stand by me
And gave me love
From Calvary
Oh take me back
To that tree
Take me back
To Calvary
Let me weep
Where He died
The perfect love
Of the Glorified. :thumb168581404: Sending You AdriftThese ashes of mine
are nothing beautiful
they are not to be cherished
not to be kept
These ashes of mine
are cold and dirty
they lay dried out
in a stone case
These ashes of mine
are undoubtedly useless
there nothing similar
to what they used to be
These ashes of mine
are not warm, comforting
they do not love you
the way I did
These ashes of mine
are gathered into
your pale, soft hands
delicately thrown away
I only bemoan myselfWe wear deities
and hunt for our facades
within the real you.
Moths inside
a widening gyre,
our daily bread
lies within
a shining piecrust,
broken.
So whimper we
unhappy few,
a wolf for mankind's end,
but He has put up bunting for the same,
and what we are
are broken wings,
a chasm's cough
that simply fades. What Would I Give...What would I give,
to have the ability to look
out of the sun drenched window
and to be out there, playing
tag with the sparrows.
To have the warm summer wind
lift me up to the big blue open
sky, drifting without a care
in the world, not even one
as to where I am going.
To feel the warmth of the sun
on my back, and the breeze
brushing my entire body, lazily
closing my eyes and sighing
complete contentment and satisfaction
To see the world in its vast glory
and beauty, outside of the towns
and pedestrians, in my own higher place
wondering if and when
would I ever be home again.
What would I give...
what would I give. As the Crow FliesWith my eyes shut, your presence is all that I feel.  Even though you're over three hundred miles as the crow flies, you're right here next to me.  
When I miss you, I lie down and I daydream…  I can feel your weight on my arm and your breath at my neck and I drift off to sleep.  Nothing else matters as long as I'm free to believe because when I close my eyes, you're right there next to me, and that is all that I need.  When I awake, I'm at peace after a long night with you lying next to me.  It's not quite the same, but I'll live with this precious white lie when you're over three hundred miles as the crow flies.  
When I feel lost and alone, I look to the sky.  I spot the North Star, and I find myself lost again, in your innocent brown eyes.  I find your sensuous smile and I wear your hug like Orion's belt.  I can feel your warmth radiating in the Milky Way.  And I know CovertIn life I became unknown:
A scheme I used to play.
A mask among the plenty
Much less than molded clay.
In time I was misplaced,
Obscured among the crowd.
Disoriented--Distant,
The mask became a shroud.
Abolished, annihilated, astray,
No one to care in view,
I never really found myself
When I lost myself in you.
Against a FantasyYou play with my heart not even trying,
No intention, no denying,
I'm fighting to close the gates of my heart,
But it's a losing battle,
Soon they'll be forced apart,
These scars of mine are locked away,
I'm trying to avoid jumping into the fray,
But when I see you and hear your voice,
I feel left without a choice,
If this connection I feel is true, let it be,
But if this is just a dream, then put an end to this fantasy. Silent bluesI'm playing the blues silently
On my air guitar
Singing along, in my head
Smoking an invisible cigar
The whiskey on the other hand
Is as real, as real can be
Girls will come and girls will pass
I will be staying me
So I close my eyes
And take a sip, just because
Time may heal all wounds
Let's see if it really does Showered among the stars.
Showered among the stars,
Like brilliant diamonds in the sky.
I hold your heart ever so tight,
I caress it with the gentlest of hands.
I wont break this precious gift,
A gift I've freely been given.
Was it Holy angels that gave you to me?
On that bright sun shiny day?
Did the Almighty know I would fall so hard?
Did He know that you were my other half?
The half I was missing without even knowing.
And is He glad that you listened to His prodding?
The sun sets to end another day,
Another day He allowed me to live and breathe.
Another day to love you compliantly.
As the golden rays fade away,
I close my eyes to dream of you.
To wonder if your dreaming too.
And will another day arise?
Or can I die with peace that you know,
How deeply I love you so?
If I go to Heaven's Throne,
Will you be happy with the love I gave?
Though until I leave this earth behind,
I'll give you all the love I have to shine.
AutumnThere's a half broken glass whiskey bottle
lying in front of a porch swing.
Its sunspot gleaming intensively
can be seen yards away.
On the playground,
the red plastic slide
on a mound of wood chips,
stands erect and untouched;
only brushed slightly by the sashaying
of falling leaves.
The wind whisk through
the tree top canopy;
A small forest median
dividing the rural life
from the freedom of the highway.
A reddish-purple sunset
sinks behind the forest.
Miles and miles away
its presence can still be felt.
The bird's roosted high above
echo their calls;
Taunting
an old stray panting,
as he sniffs and then waits
For his owner,
who will never come back.
There's a new becoming in the distance
as the moon can be seen peeking
out from the clouds.
The middle of September is coming
day by day to its finale;
to hide away back under
a showering of leaves.
And what creatures,
Whom I do not and cannot see,
Will take it upon themselves
to use the leaves as shelter.
The last storm perhaps for awhile Disappointment's ParadoxAnother day passes,
Another hope blown to dust,
Another truth proved illusion,
The air heavy with broken trust.
A friendly face revealed to be facade,
Yet again I've been blinded by mirage.
A fresh scar left on a battered heart,
A wound that should bring me to my knees,
But instead of Sorrow, my ever-constant companion,
I see only Rage.
A helping hand you offered
While your silver tongue dripped lies.
So I believed even as falsehoods bred poison inside.
I don't understand it, I doubt I ever will,
How something turns to nothing in the blink of an eye,
Disappearing into silence as though it never was.
Even as you turn against me,
Lashing out for you can't bear the burden of your choice,
I hold no hatred for you, only pity and disappointment,
For you aren't the man I once thought you were.
I don't believe it wasted time
As I suppose you think I do,
For I have no regrets despite the pain you've dealt me.
Most would say it is I who have lost,
Instead I feel that I have gained
A serenity I h

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