COLORS for MOTHER,
Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud
The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense
I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one
My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night
Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span
I wrote this poem for my mom.
I do not know?
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning
Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....
Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~
Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!
Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre
Torn from destined books carving ancient time....
Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire
Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~
Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights
Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....
Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky
Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?
Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this
My own Aphrodite....
...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~
I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair
She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke
The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm
Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said
As she once again started to dissipate
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”
As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face
Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”
Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true
I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways
The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight
Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble
From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me
I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth
I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way
I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain
She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”
“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”
With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”
As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”
“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”
One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”
When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
"Your first poem was an
excellent poem....you are
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep
poem....you are welcome
to poetry soup..." That
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched
my heart in a special way
with your poem.....your
new friend Leonora
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said
kithinji and so many
Hearty words from these
unique poets spurred me
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven
where feelings and
emotions are expressed
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave
where different forms of
exchanged like two
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to
meet these dazzling
gems radiating warmth
like the sun-a privilege it
is connect to parts of the
I believe we all will meet
someday,not in the after
Leonora Galinta is an
angel to meet,whom I
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on
her delicate and graceful
nature. See her graceful
carriage, feel her gentle
hands and smiles as she
exudes sweetness. I pray
hand of time will
backwards when that
day appears as we walk
in the woods leading to
silent deep blue sea with
whispering...... A prolific
writer as well.
PD will I meet
amiable nature,full of
grace and charm. A
Skat is lovely with her
immeasurable words of
Kithinji will I love to
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi,
stroll with Joe, hv a hike
Sibanda, dine with Ralph
Saying hi and hugs to
Meeting the soupers is
making a happy family.
Am gliding like the
eagle,soaring higher as
the day pass by.
you soupers are my
(Baron Of Ebullion)
I do not know?
Upon the windows pane
To a certain rhythm inside
Inside, as the colors and the sights
Out of concious mind
Quickly pass me by
Contemplating deeply, I suppose
While out of the corner of my eye
Suddenly, I break this course of thought
As I see her sitting there
A cup of coffee held warmly
Within her soft and lovely hands
Her beautiful smile
As she notices my glance
Upon a train....
Bound for someones somewhere?
And I think unto myself
While staring back out
Quickly across the ambient skies
Unto a world, far beyond this place....
Tapping my fingers gently
As I turn to see her again
Thinking of forever, thoughts
And how, I have never believed
Touching the windows frame
Wondering about her life, her story, herself
My eyes, beyond these color marked skies, now
Turning, with a cup of coffee
Still, within her perfect and precious hands
Smiling as I amber
Slowly to where she sits
Tapping her fingers, and tilting her head
"Hello my dear, have not I met you before?"
A gleam of acknowledgment
As she smiles and says, "Yes"
Upon a train....
Going to someones somewhere?
I take a seat, and I boldly take her hand
Knowing, as the conductor calls out
"Tickets please; " as she reaches into her purse
And I, within the pocket of my shirt
As I gaze into her eyes
Deeply, as she gazes into mine
Next stop; tapping upon the table top
To a rhythm, of beautiful thoughts
Eyes turning unto the ambier skies
Her hand, now gently clutching mine
"I have never believed in chance," she said
As I slowly leaned forward
And then, softly kissed her parting lips
"Here we are," she quietly whispered
Into my now, enraptured ears
Upon a train....
Unto someones somewhere?
As the conductor called out, "Welcome"
~ "Dreamendon" ~
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Blackness moving slowly into light!
becoming one existance
The stars gather like flocks of birds.
See the colors mix and mingle
Creating the perfect shades of colors, the
most beautiful blue and yellow.
Funny how words could form such a savage thing.
These islands come apart
Gods fingers pulling them into various directions
By his very words they are released.
Morning and nights wed, but they are never
essembled as one.
Out of some experiment called love?
To see us form into flesh and blood
And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt
Spreading as far as the eyes can see
Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and
sometimes sea's prevail!
Birth of nations!
The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and
other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek
and found before the eyes of the almighty.
New species arise, what perfection...
The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks
to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.
Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.
One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh
And will cease the same by partened clouds and running
horseman, out of the clouds into earth.
And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed
A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply
and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of
graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath
a wise space
Below a newly born star.....
Atlas! the earth has formed to paint these?
and soon our hands which once held silence
and our hearts held peace! this is good
The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing
the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!
This is good! Out of the garden. The murder of innosence
Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power
Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!
Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts
and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations
Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
I do not know?
Who coverest Thyself with Light as a garment; who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain
Whom makest Your angels spirits; Your ministers a flaming fire
"You," whom walkest upon the wings of the wind; clothed, with Honour and Majesty ~
Crush me; that I may die unto the dust of which, I truly am
That I stand not within the ever present shadows of such, tainted beliefs....
Bound in the chains of lies; deceiving myself; this, darkeness of a blinding vanity
Lift my eyes and hold me there; "You," whom trieth the hearts and the reins of "Life"
Within Your loving hands, direct my Souls path; aside these still Waters of such, Sanctity ~
Lead me that I may live beyond this place and time; tides; alluviums allusions cast away
Walking upon the shores to breathe, the fragrance of Paradise; tears, poured from Thy bottle
Turn my deepest purest thoughts that I may forever behold, Thy unsearchable Glories....
Strengthening my humbled heart that in death knowing, I shall find Radiance of Bright ~
Standing beyond the banks of lost perdition; soon to be forgotten amid, scorching winds
Burn, this amissful spirit of perception; understanding now found upon the coals; "Salvation"
Take my softened templed hand and, lead me unto the throne of, "Everlasting Celebration"
Until the ends of All in All; surrounded, by kings and queens and princess' and, princes
Your joyous and blessed Children of, "Loves," immaculate Creations ~
Crush me that I may be; for, "You Are, 'The Most High of Gods'"....
"My, 'Dear, Beautiful Father!!!'"