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Edinburgh


Sweeping through your scotch broom,
weeping over your cobblestones,
lilting around the columns of Calton Hill,
is an Age of Reason so brilliantly brooding,
some nights I am kept awake
listening to Pendragon's breath caress Arthur's Seat,
and whispers drip from sills on Ramsay Street.

Though roots may drink from a sleepless night,
when morning light creeps through the curtains,
my love for you is renewed.




*This is a re-post 
replacing an opinionated piece


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Closer

    The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness
 
       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too hard on shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky 
                                                 
                                                      on wings of letting go....

 so that we can once again feel with purity,       
 so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12


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M


Long before Horus' exposure on its trunk
and the nailing of Jesus upon its grain,
rings have been added within the Tree
while people proclaim to hold the key
of salvation, a continually borrowed mythology
swallowed; a powerful sleeping pill

pulling the masses into slumber,
away from the obvious truth
that such supposed salvation 
is a ticket far too easy to obtain,
a discriminatory damnation of souls
so blindingly righteous,
even the most vengeful, maniacal deity
would draw the line there.

So many people hand-out the easy tickets,
cut and light the tree --
a hypodermic injection of selfish memories
mixed into mortar for temples designated as sacred,
but the elements are desecrated by swirling sewers,
by shears amputating roots from the sky.

Too many people preach, judicate, proclamate,
hold signs pointing towards a cheap, polystyrene heaven,
while only a few walk the narrow path,
live the sacrifice because it feels right.

Again and again, 
the ticket isn't so easy,
we must put aside our slumber-crutches,
stop watching the few carry the rest
upon their backs until bones creak and groan
from the weight of people waiting for salvation
to be handed to them.

27 years, a branch in the road, 46664 etched into its bark.
The forked doors opened,
a living, breathing gospel
brought down fences,
and even then the wood was made into crutches
for people to say, 
"M will fix it, M will do this, M will do that,
M will save us, just wait and see."
But M is finally free, yes, he is free!
Free, but not lost to us,
always surviving as spirit-seeds.

We must no longer lean upon crutches,
instead purge the pill from our blood
and awaken into gardeners who water the seeds
within the soil of our souls,
before the vision withers completely,

and we remain only as husks
waiting to be hydrated by watering cans
held in hands too weak to lift the weight....

held in our own hands all along, 
held in our hands all along.



*Inspired by Madiba Mandela

December 7th/8th, 2013







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flowers for Chinaski -- part ii

part ii


There was a time
when I wanted to be one of them,

to somehow fit in
with the fancy rituals
of their high society.
But the da-Dumb, da-Dumb, da-Dumb
made me want to puke,
made me want to bounce my head 
off the table, hopefully causing the bone china
and forks
to add clatter to their snobbish 
symphony.

Words like "gossamer" 
flitted around the room,
word so thin but veiled 

and distant,

even the candle light appeared
to shy away from those dry wings.

The snobs talked about how
I was too simple with words.
They did so with such a simple, 
small-mindedness,
the irony provided oxygen for flame
to devour.

And the critics proclaimed that
I wasn't able to love,
when really, I just wanted to get away
from them, 
smoke a cigarette in peace
while hitchhiking back to my chubby cherub,
feel her belly fall and rise against my skin.

I was finally able to love,
and she died.

The previous pain had been for show:
"Look at the drunk ham
feeling sorry for himself."

But when she died,
I distilled tears
into a different type of proof.
I was no longer willing to be
their carnival attraction
placated under the table,
listening to them upstage each other.

When I was able to stand again,
a cold, sharp thing was birthed in my mind,
and 
I wanted to shoot them all between the eyes,
splatter their degrees and deeds 
with their blood and brains.

I found peace though -
stopped wanting to be one of them.

I found peace
away from their chatter
about what to carve on their headstones
or what type of fancy imported granite
their mausoleums should be constructed of.

I found peace in readying myself to be 
consumed by 
roots,
to be perspired into the open, fathomless sky --
the same deep blue as the bird 
who finally pecked his way
through the rusted cage of my heart,

freeing us both.



April 12th, 2014



“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument...."

-- Charles Bukowski,
"The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966"



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Silver Haze

*                     ~Dark Silver Haze~                               *

   (side#1)                                         (side #2)

come taste life                  ----------  Heart-warming wine
old and stale,                   ----------   Jot down a line
unflavored, unpolished,      ---------   Mood changes hue
A sour, dim shade              ---------   To sweet silver blue

the lowest feeling              ---------- How high the cost
eternal gray sky               ----------  How much is lost
hollow memories               ---------- Back payment due
A sour, dim shade             ---------  To sweet silver blue 

weak limbs, overpower         ------- Head shake and sigh
moments of lights              --------  None left to deny
everything ends                 --------  Insight in view
A sour, dim shade             --------  To sweet silver blue 


torn from reality             --------   Somehow I gain
low spirits of sorrow        --------  Beauty from pain
bitter and dull,                 --------- As thoughts turn to you
A sour, dim shade           --------   To sweet silver blue


**A deep Look Into The eyes of the Poet Destroyer**

~A Tim Ryerson Collaboration~


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Money-God

Trust not in the words: "In God We Trust", printed on currency,
for God and Money should be kept separate,
unless one desires to tempt fate with the Money-God,
tempt fate by not over-turning the money-lenders' tables,
although many might argue how this isn't good for business.

Why not know the value of life,
instead of focusing too hard on the prices of Idols.

People are bleating at the prospect of "God" being removed
from money, arguing that if God is removed from money,
the grazing grounds will become Godless.

Godless? 
With or without the words, 
a Money-God is a God nonetheless.
There is at least one true God, 
whether man-made or not;
an authority of control,
a God of profit margins.
Violence is a profit margin.
Hatred is a profit margin.
Bullets, Amendments, and Death, are all profit margins.

The war being waged upon children, is a profit margin.

If I had been given the chance, 
I would have tried my best to take him out,
morphed the vapours of my remaining hatred into bullets,
or torn him apart with my hands.
To stop innocents from losing their innocence.
There are lines drawn in minds,
that if crossed over, stretch beyond the bristle-board of rehabilitation.
Even Clockwork Orange bleeds into crimson spatters.

When a child survives a massacre,
runs across his school field to find safety from a stranger,
proclaiming to the stranger, "I can't go back to my school, it isn't safe there.
My teacher was killed, I don't have a teacher anymore.
All of my friends are dead."....

....then innocence has been lost, and the Money-God is empowered even more.
Lost innocence spreads like a disease through the minds of global villagers.
Fear breeds fear, breeds control and disintegration of the Stream-Mind.

If I had been given the chance,
I would have fought fire with fire,
fed the beast within, 
taken him apart with a breath of hatred.
Breathed it out, pushed it out, purged it out.

Satan is a scapegoat used by people who are unwilling 
to take accountability for their actions and sacred responsibilities.
The Beast is humanity -
not marked by a fairy-tale Devil,
but instead marked by the Money-God created in the image of man;
recreating the image of man through fear.

Some people might be intrigued by how many definitions of God there are.
Even if money is a necessity,
within our core there should reside a different Kingdom -
without and within, within and without.

If I had been given the chance -- past tense....

....if I am given the chance,
I will try my best to take him out,
smudge him out
with the remaining hatred in my heart.
Breathe it out, push it out, purge it out,

until all that's left is to love,
until all that's left is to love.







December 14th, 2012 - S.H.E.S:  28 - 2 = 26




January 7th, 2013




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Exposure: Part II

(cont'd)

"Yes, then I am filled with hate," she replied.

"You need to let it go. I know....I used to be filled with cold hatred.
Let it go. People can violate your body,
but it doesn't mean your soul is also violated -
not always.
Your body is only on loan anyway.
The soul is truly yours."

We moved even further away from the music and lights,
until we eventually found ourselves outside.
The sleet had stopped falling,
and amongst a crowd of pigeons sitting on a wire,
a Raven was perched on a buzzing halogen lamp.

Clouds broke apart, exposing a crescent moon hanging from a winking star
like a Christmas ornament, or an earring of night herself.
Not fixed, but dangling,
always moving and changing.

-changing-


"Breathe in deeply. Focus in on the star,
pretend that you are casting your eyes up to the moon like a fishing line.
Begin reeling in your mind."

"Seems like a silly game to me."

"Please try it."

The Raven was watching us from its perch.
I breathed in and out deeply,
opening up my lungs and heart to the sky.

I turned to her and asked, 
"Do you feel hate coming from the Raven perched over there?"

"No, not that I can tell."

"Remember. You can still become someone's Queen.
People can violate your body, but your soul can stay intact.
Even if you doubt it right now."

She pulled out some napkins from her purse,
handed them to me, and asked, "Will you write it down for me?"


-And so I did-







January 1st, 2012


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Soft Wind

Soft wind, warm and weightless 
That brushes my cheeks in cool of day
And on warm moonlit nights of summer 
Let me lay upon your expansive wings
Let me breathe deeply of your spirit
Carry me o’er God’s beautiful earth
Carry me across the turquoise seas
Where silence lies supreme as dolphins play 
Listen as their bodies slice the oceans deep 
As the sun seems to linger enjoying the view
Let me down for a whiles to walk bare feet upon warm sands
Let me frolic with gentle white crested waves, then
Carry me far beyond blue heaven’s dome
Carry me to my Fathers’ home

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The Love Letter

My dear, 

   I shall meet thee in the summer of thy heart,

   where we once walked head to each 

   elegant upon the world....


And had not a care but for little winds of love

   winking there in the dreams of trees,

   laying upon me to so delicately,

   tickle with your autumn hair,

   always so soup-scented you


Touch me where I had not known

   the ease of such wonder in your eyes,

   splendor only for a great king ----

   but I a hopeless romantic muse,

   with little empty pockets blessed

   with thy precious petal,

   am richer than any lord!


I shall wait for thee in our golden glade,

   the heart which flows the waterfall....
   
   by the dawn of your sweet embrace,

   in the summer of thy heart,

   I shall wait....

   (Love, K)


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The Whispers of a Troubled Spirit

I didn't read the signs,
and you were raised not to complain,
holding it all inside, behind an ever-present smile.

Too scared to ask for advice,
too proud to ask for help,
you tried fixing the problem on your own,
until the problem appeared too volatile.

silly boy

I was here the entire time,
as I am still here even now,
and I can feel your shadow
moving over me,
whispering up my spine.
I can feel you wishing for the simple things,
wishing only to wake up in your bed again,
just wishing to re-start that day once more -
to feel the pain,
to feel the need
of trying things a bit differently.

If only I had been able to decode 
the complex puzzle of your mask,
I could have offered more help.
Did I not try hard enough?
There is a shadow in my heart,
that believes you would have drowned
in your selfishness,
regardless of what any of us had done or said.
Either way, you were already marching toward 
the dreaded plains of the regretfully dead.


(there are times when it is truly best to stop asking why.
On certain winter nights,
I open a window to softly falling snow -
not a single breath of chaos blows.
The night is so calm, I can hear snowflakes
touch each other on the windowsill.
I turn on a light behind me,
and as the light pours out into the night,
thousands of crystals glitter like a city of angels.
I don't have any tears left to shed for you,
they are all sitting frozen in the blanket of sparkling snow.
It is at moments such as this,
when I miss you the most)


Yet, the offer of a helping hand is still open,
a helping hand for a troubled spirit.
Reality is constantly altering,
changed in so many ways,
but I am still here,
here as I ever was.
So whenever you feel the need,
whisper up my spine,
dial up the ancient area code,
and together we can dine.

Possibly, just possibly,
we can figure out a way 
to push you through the needle's eye,
and both of us can stop asking why.








February 8th, 2012



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Sunlight and Rain: The Prism of an Anarchist


These are the confessions of an Anarchist,

when I

stepped away from the light,
entered the shadows
of forbidden caverns,
the caves, tunnels 
and catacombs of Anarchy.

Here        a constant, cold caress
of moisture,
a persistent inner rain
trickling,
pooling alongside lonely thoughts.

Nothing grew that deep underground,
not even fungus, nor lichen.
I survived on sheer will and dampness,
lungs mutated into gills,
eyes became accustomed
to this ever-present night.

A Mission lost in translation and transmission,
a rogue satellite orbiting
through thin oxygen's mind-bending space,
cut-off from other agents of Anarchy.
I slithered along corridors of broken souls,
fed on regurgitated thoughts
and drowned dreams of cities burning down,
melting like hot candle wax.
How I wanted the cities above to burn!
To burn down into the ground
in waves of rolling thunder and lightning.

Not able to differentiate between night and day,
weeks gave birth to months
in a C-section of fleeting years.

Somehow        I stumbled upon a side entrance,
felt warmth pushing in,
pushing down,
and my will shattered apart,
fusing back together into Plan B.

Sunlight!

As I broke the surface,
light seared my tightly shut eyes,
breaching eyelids with ease.
The pain felt wonderful,
changing into a delirious exultation
and heated comfort,
thawing out frozen, stiff bones.

Rays of sunlight rippled across my skin,
evaporating the slimy, cavernous musk,
burning me on the outside,
cleansing me from the inside.
Eventually        I was able to keep my sore eyes open
while they felt ready to sizzle and explode from sensory overload,
globules floating through my vision.

The first thing I clearly saw  
was not close up        magnified,
but the distant horizon enveloped in a halo
of lemon haze, arching between two mountain peaks.
I wept,
skin buzzing from the sun's heat.

Yes, 
how sunlight changes the perspective of nightmares,
revealing reality's potential fibers,
balancing the darkness within,
bending the remaining droplets of lost hope
into a prismatic ribbon of brilliance and prayer,
always,

        always evading the deep-rooted catacombs below,
a place I will choose to forego,
only entering within memories,
until even these are burned away by sunlight,
until even these are cleansed by sunlight.




2013 Double-Rainbow Remix
December 19th, 2013





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The Lobotomizer


The Lobotomizer honed his dark art
with an apathetic heart and patience.

First, he earned a fancy Masters degree,
a quite secretive, hush-hush diploma
in psychological advertising.
Then, covertly sponsored by Henry Ford,
the Lobotomizer flew overseas
where he became good friends with the Nazis.
Mengele offered a substantial wing --
when it came to experimentation,
the Angel of Death was the reigning king.

After the Allied Forces came on strong,
the Lobotomizer slipped further East
to become a student of the Red Beast.
The iron-curtained, cold-war Frankenstein,
taught the Lobotomizer many tricks,
including high-frequency hypnotics,
how to travel through electrical lines,
and even surf the beams of satellites.

Yet his travels were not nearly complete,
since the Lobotomizer knows no bounds
with his insatiable appetite.
He crossed the borders of every nation,
gaining more insightful experience.
He passed through many laboratories,
leaving behind countless horror stories;
leaving behind legions of empty minds.

Finally, in the fall of Sixty-Nine,
the Lobotomizer returned back home
to his motherland of the brave and free,
to commence his lobotomizing spree.
By the hundreds, thousands, millions and more,
the Lobotomizer plied his ill trade,
beaming himself via optic fiber,
satellite dish, cable, and antenna,
right between the eyes of his audience,
until the nation's vast majority
was left drooling, dull-eyed, slack-jawed and blank.

Nowadays, nearly the entire globe
can feel his dark probe in the frontal lobe.
The blue light flickers off walls, day and night,
as most people have given up the fight,
allowing their minds to be bought.
The Lobotomizer is not finished,
for he continues to push his prison
towards the remaining wisps of free thought.



2014 Subliminal Remix, July 30th, 2014

(10 syllables per line --
The original version was written on February 22nd, 2012)



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Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


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Sunlight and Rain: The Prism of an Anarchist

These are the confessions of an Anarchist,

when I

stepped away from the light,
entered the shadows
of forbidden caverns,
the caves, tunnels 
and catacombs of anarchy.

Here        a constant, cold caress
of moisture,
a persistent inner rain
trickling,
pooling alongside lonely thoughts.

Nothing would grow that deep underground,
not even fungus, nor lichen.
I survived on sheer will and dampness,
lungs mutated into gills,
eyes became accustomed
to this ever-present night.

A Mission lost in translation and transmission,
a rogue satellite orbiting
through thin air's mind-bending space,
cut-off from other agents of Anarchy.
I slithered along corridors of broken souls,
fed on regurgitated thoughts
and drowned dreams of cities burning down,
melting like hot candle wax.
How I wanted the cities above to burn!
To burn down into the ground
in waves of rolling thunder and lightning.

Not able to differentiate between night and day,
weeks gave birth to months
in a C-section of fleeting years.

Somehow        I stumbled upon a side entrance,
felt warmth pushing in,
pushing down,
and my will shattered apart,
fusing back together into Plan B.

Sunlight!

As I broke the surface,
light seared my tightly shut eyes,
breaching eyelids with ease.
The pain felt wonderful,
changing into a delirious exultation
and heated comfort,
thawing out frozen, stiff bones.

Rays of sunlight rippled across my skin,
evaporating the slimy, cavernous musk,
burning me on the outside,
cleansing me from the inside.
Eventually        I was able to keep my sore eyes open
while they felt ready to sizzle and explode from sensory overload,
globules floating through my vision.

The first thing I clearly saw  
was not close up        magnified,
but the distant horizon enveloped in a halo
of lemon haze, arching between two mountain peaks.
I wept,
skin buzzing from the sun's heat.

Yes, 
how sunlight changes the perspective of nightmares,
revealing reality's potential fibers,
balancing the darkness within,
bending the remaining droplets of lost hope
into a prismatic ribbon of brilliance and prayer,
always,

        always evading the deep-rooted catacombs below,
a place I will choose to forego,
only entering within memories,
until even these are burned away by sunlight,
until even these are cleansed by sunlight.





2013 Double-Rainbow Remix
December 18th/19th, 2013
(originally written April 12, 2011)




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In This Moment, Tonight

 

In tune with this familiar vibe, let’s wonder how it might be
Across the room our eyes will meet, a set of four
In a place setting reserved for two, captivated
Our everyday routines and thoughts will speak
Through the eyes, uninhibited, grooving in the same skin

Once upon a raging fire we’ll celebrate
The memory of that zing thing, we'll watch as it
Circles slowly into softer flames, flickering
Well-suited as old comfortable shoes
And continue enveloped in life's mystical sound

More sensible, aware of the need to be inward
Or outward at different times, we'll find pleasure
In being tired wild things, slowing down in our swings
If it breaks and cracks we’ll pledge not to notice

So, just for the sake of thinking that it might not last
Before it’s even begun, let’s just wish upon hope
Until we meet, and vow to be good to each other
In this moment, tonight


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Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


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Awaken From Deep Slumber

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you - 
Ye are many - they are few.'

From the poem: "The Mask of Anarchy" written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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O child, 
how frail you seem in certain angles of light and shadow,
with your cavities,
fractured attention deficiency,
and thickening skin of apathy.

You are a victim to the plague,
playing amongst flowers filled with poison,
staring at screens to fill in the boredom
of having your young mind brimming
with over-stimulation -
information seeps in without warning,
beamed into your skull 
by 360 degrees 
of high-def, infra-red, wireless mobility.
24/7 programming of insidious adverts
breaches your skull in a mind-rape,
proving how the Death of a Salesman
was only a sideshow distraction
for the Kleptocracy to successfully purchase
the dark side of the moon -
control the tides,
control the mind,
buying our hearts and souls
in order to auction off our future
to the highest bids of people already dead.

O child,
yet I believe in you,
there is still hope left upon your shoulders.
You are strong,
your mind cuts like a blade.
And if you care,
if you dare,
what a significant burden for you to bare.
The time has come,
the time is ripe,
this is it,
there are no more second chances.
I pray for your success,
for you are our very last hope.
Please learn from my mistakes and failures,
absorb the goodness I have left to offer.
I tried, I truly did,
but the Hydra spat me out as a broken man.

Lost Children,
we left seeds inside the belly of the beast
for you to survive on within.
God speed, take heed,
do not attack the Kleptocracy from the outside,
its Dragon's heads will cut you down -
will cut you down without mercy.
You must advance peacefully
with a rogue's armour of false calm,
let the machine devour you whole.
Bide your time,
survive on the leftover seeds,
dismantle the Hydra from the inside,
rewrite the program from within.

Lost Children,
shed the tired cloak of apathy,
don the mask of alternate endings,
de-rail this present destiny.
Everything rides on you now,
everything rides on you.

The Kleptocracy broke my back,
but my mind is still intact,
and I know you can do better than I did,
believe that you can do better than we did.
I pray for your success,
pray for your safety and protection,
everything rides on you,
everything rides on you now.






December 8th, 2011


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Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


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A Soul awakened

This battle brews inside me
The pain I feel in my heart ripping it apart
And my soul who wants to be redeemed

The movement of my pen beats in my chest
In my veins my words flow like the rage of rivers in storm 

I’m caught in these lyrics that Awaken my soul
That cry out for eternity 

Yet my heart is trodden
 at times I swear it is not beating

Our hearts rose up like kindred knights ready to defend our land
but the soul was fulfilling its destiny
it would not be beaten, no matter…
it had awakened to truth

but our hearts knew only torment
and could not understand
all that was happening,
that God had a plan

so my pain exposes itself
 in my thoughts manifesting to script
as it beats in my chest with a rhythmic pulse
that brings me to my knees

We had no time to prepare
Only to fight
Flailing around Hope
With all of our might

 as if it were the weapon that would save us from our enemy
for that’s all we had was our sword of Hope

This battle we were not prepared for.
Like a sneak attack, it caught us in slumber
when the army of death ascended upon our world

my heart said I love you
you are my universe and life has no meaning without you
I will fight till my shallow breath abates
Till your soul takes the last blow...

And I did!
We Did!

We did not surrender
We had no chance 
Our hearts fought a losing battle

My awakened soul shouts out with acceptance…
“you will one day know the reason, but not now”
For this is your time to experience 
what was lovingly bestowed upon you from our God,
who knows what we need

So now I write from my pain… It helps me to cope…

It is the sword I carry…

My only Hope


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Hermaphrodite - Part II


My thoughts are filled with the Hermaphrodite,
of the woman breaking through the surface of my skin.
I cup a vulva where there should be instead, a pen.is -
laugh aloud because I feel whole.

You ask why I am laughing, 
but you do so with your own laughter.
Your voice startles me awake,
its echo whispers along my spine.

Disorientation                        leads to clarity.

I look around, it feels like home.
Pixies shine in my eyes.
Right now you are a Pixie
             in my eyes,
a paradoxical puzzle that makes you all the more beautiful.
You have always been there,
so intertwined, I only had an illusion of being alone.

IT/You/I/We, say:

"I have been your Mother, you have been my Father,
Sister, Brother, Child, Lover."


II.

I want to make love to you
on exponential levels.
Here                finally,
I swallow the truth of always having wanted to.
You tell me that we already are,
possibly a bit differently than expected.

"In my sleep?"

"No, ancient boy, young boy."

I feel slighted for a fraction of a moment,
but the woman re-surfaces within.

You penetrate me,
using my own body to fill me/your body.
Waves. Pulsating, flowing currents.

How can I be feeling both?

We are between two Mirrors                deep beneath the Sea.
Do I dare look? Of course.
I see our reflection through your eyes -
you are using my body to make love to me/your body,
my belly is an earthquake.
There are smaller images of us rebounding between the Mirrors,
hypnotizing me, leading me deeper into reflections,
until I am only a grain of sand.

You take me in. You are an Oyster,
molding me into a Pearl,
even though you were born a Pearl. 


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Hermaphrodite - Part III


?Just a stutter-step, and I over-think it?

I ask you how are we breathing underwater?
The question is the shadow of a nightmare
appearing as an Octopus -
its tentacles wrap around us,
dragging us towards the edge of an abyss.

I tear open my rib-cage,
I am fever, high-temperature fever,
licking the Octopus with the tongues of my heat.
It lets go, retreats into a crevice.
You are swallowing water with the fear in your eyes.
I shouldn't have asked that specific question -
brought it into existence.

I kiss you, push breath into your lungs.

Upon seeing figure-eights wash away your doubt,
I am now suddenly breathless.
You give me back breath to breathe,
offering us strength to breach the surface.

The Ocean is Sky; Sky is the Ocean,
Night is Day; Day is Night.
?Is this flying, or walking upside-down. Sideways?

"Look down there, can you see the Evergreen tree?" I ask.

You say nothing. Just breathe. The fear is gone from your eyes.

I close my eyes, open my eyes, 
close my eyes, open my eyes.
There is no difference, a shutter-frame of eternal passages.
We have done this before                             somehow,
flown through the doors of deja vu.

"The tree doesn't need to be sacrificed into paper.
But, if cut down, at least spread its seeds."

Why did I say that? It felt so natural.

Waves. Surging, vibrating waves.
Now, it is flesh for feeling,
breath on breath,
an elevation of sheer simplicity within sweat.
I can barely contain myself,
but when I do, again, my belly becomes an earthquake,
unleashing seismic waves
from the centre of my core....

Hermaphrodite
_____________________


Even though you already appear to be sleeping,
I feel you awake inside,
but so calm                       peaceful.

We breathe, exhale, inhale,
your body gently pushes against my chest and belly....

....before I fall asleep,
I spy the Cardinal hopping along the branch of an Evergreen tree




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Hermaphrodite - Part I


I wanted to write about how my doubts and fears
are simmering on the surface, how I am purging myself onto bleach,
to cleanse the grime staining what's left beneath.

And what's left, is love.

A romance for life, 
a nearly hopeless romantic who cannot always transfer it properly onto paper.
Not the pure essence of it all.
No, not in flowery lines - not a cheap, plastic bouquet
compared to my true emotions,
my dreams, my hope.

And of dreams, my love.

The blank sheet of paper seemed too beautiful to tarnish
with my plundering hooves;
to be torn apart with horns sharpened by the Earth,
piles of peat-moss smoldering from the lightning of my Heart.

If I take the leap, show you my dreams,
and in doing so, push you away with the nightmares that are intertwined,
I will understand,
love you nonetheless,
even though there is a part of me
that doesn't want to settle for less,
in an all                                      or nothing embrace.

I have been dreaming, 
dreaming of light,
visions of darkness, of black holes,
of the wondrous womb that bore me
as a winged wolf.

Yes, black holes and white holes to accompany the stars.

I place a pen upon the sheet of blank paper,
wondering if I can be real enough                 for us....


I.

The Evening Star, the Morning Star,
two halves of the same body,
the broken shards fuse, shine as One....

....wings unfurl, paws become talons,
I awaken in a dream, within a dream.

The words lodge themselves between my heart and hand,
so I roll up the blank sheet of paper into a tunnel,
a perfect circle to journey inside of.
Rolling out of my body,
I enter the tunnel,
following the Totems of this life and beyond.
There is a Wolf, Owl, Cardinal, and Starfish -
a part of me and something more,
an essence of Ladybugs, Ravens and Spiders.

In one end shines the Sun. It is I.
In the other end shines the Moon. It is you.
In the center, a crimson Cardinal alights upon an Evergreen branch,
before morphing into Seaweed brushing a red Starfish.
The Saltwater is my Blood,
Witch's Hats, 
Barnacles are my nipples
hardened by your Lunar tide.




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Careful Cursive

I write each letter by hand in careful cursive. 
I want every sentence to be pretty,
to look feminine and delicate -
to soften the ugliness you face everyday.
After each line, I let the ink dry.
You don't deserve smudges.
You don't deserve any of this.

My words are foolish, 
full of meaningless descriptions
of meaningless events. 
But I can't sit here at this polished desk -
in this cozy room in this quiet house 
on this peaceful street
and write what I'm really thinking.
I can't be selfish.

So I keep writing my careful cursive
on my pretty stationary.
I keep sending my meaningless letters
into the ugly world - to wherever you are.
And no matter how many times
I open the mailbox, I'm never prepared 
for that hideous stamp,
that heartless phrase:
"Return to Sender."


Written: 1/27/2013
For Michael's "Boomerang" contest


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Exposure: Part I

Today I conceived myself as a poet for the first time,
and not because of employable meter, rhyme, and flow -
I will leave such devices for the wordsmiths and Masters.

And not because I can write poetry....what I do,
should be labelled as something else entirely -
not as poetry.
I am an organic recorder, filing away bits and pieces of zeitgeist,
without rhyme or reason,
almost as if ghosts are guiding my hand across the paper,
and I really don't have much say in the matter.

I am a stranger in a crowded world,
a stranger amongst people I have known for years,
not quite fitting in anywhere, but being in all places at once.
I write the words down, they in turn speak to me.
A clear, mutual agreement -
the smell and feel of new paper,
the liquid, brashness of ink as it penetrates the virgin whiteness
of so many possible observations, opinions and stories.
The words know me intimately.
We aren't strangers.
The reality of vowels and consonants is where I truly fit.

I was moving through a crowd of familiar faces -
a familiar feeling of strangeness and alienation,
when I came across a Persian face I had never seen before.
A real stranger.
Not one I have known for years.
She mentioned not being into sex,
how she only wanted to talk about things she couldn't mention to friends -
her mind felt as if it was floating by the moon 
and she wasn't sure how to reel it back into her skull again.
I told her not to worry, sex isn't the only thing on my brain.
She said that sex was the only thing on her brain;
but in a different way.
She explained how she had been kidnapped in Iran,
imprisoned as a sex-slave, 
repeatedly raped by rich business men who wore wedding bands.
I asked if she was filled with hate.
She wasn't quite sure.

"What does hate feel like?"

"Well, it shouldn't be mistaken for rage, anger or frustration.
Those emotions are red hot to the touch.
Hate is a cold thing.
Like a Raven perched on the railing of a bridge,
sleet bouncing off its feathers,
not caring to fly away even though cars are barrelling past,
flinging up dirty, February slush.
There is nowhere left to fly to.
The trees are all cut down,
dumpsters have tight lids,
for some reason the fish are all belly-up in the river below,
dead from some mysterious reason.
Its stomach aching from hunger,
the Raven smells the reason for all of this death
emanate from the strange looking beasts walking and driving past.
It is all their fault -
they are the poison behind it all.
This is hate."

(cont'd)


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Yellow heart

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without tangerine lips
or the temptation of apple,
carefully watching familiar verses 
unravel themselves
and fanatically dance around
like a final punctuation mark
or an overused cliche,
while my hands whittle metaphors
into a quick-witted instrument
sharp enough to scrape
the smeared imagery
off the sidewalk of poem,

Still I am not sorry
the fruit has not


fallen
to kiss my weary head,
it takes an overly cautious yellow 
to see the perfect shade of red


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Articulation of Tears

I sit beside you
listen while you bare your soul
this is a safe place
no judgement just ears
Heart fully engaged

No easy answers provided
That is not what you need
How did you keep this burden to yourself?
You must have been so lonely
As I look into your eyes, I feel the tears running down my face
Your breath rises and falls within me
we are forever joined
I see you

You are not alone


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My Friend in Need

we’ve spoken it seems too long ago yet I’ll never forget that sad Christmas when I cried a friend had hurt me deeply he was an alcoholic, someone you knew far better than I did I thought I’d never smile again you sent me your number we talked for hours do you know how much it meant can you believe you saved my holiday spirit a great writer you’ve always been but to me, you are far more you are a lighthouse in stormy seas that casts a bright path to rise from despair a twinkling angel with multi-colored lights had already been packed to mail when I read of the hardship you now endure you need to know you have a friend just as I did that Christmas and at least one other time when I called you listened, you cared I found your beautiful soul your angel, a symbol of our friendship, will soon be on its way to you a woman who never says anything unkind, your compassion knows no bounds this time it’s an angel who will cast the light when twinkling on your holiday tree next to the butterfly ornament you loved so much an angel will watch over you
*Dedicated to Catie Lindsey, one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. She took the time to save me one Christmas Day and another time when it seemed life gave me more than I could endure. I am always here for you and consider you a very dear friend. We should talk soon. Love you!


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Preacher's Son


I am the Preacher's son
who stole the bread
and broke it with a wrinkled face,
the essence weaving behind her retinas.
____

When I stole from the church,
Mrs. Worther 'the bird', had spied me
sneaking out the vestibule door,
from her usual early service perch
in the very back pew.

She carried this secret for many years,
including when she caught me eavesdropping
on midweek board meetings
from behind crates of cheap wine.
Instead of showing scorn,
she had given me a warm wink,
offering a lesson
by leaving me there to think.

Mrs. Worther
who had been my Sunday school teacher,
had made me study the lessons
without ever becoming a preacher --
especially later,
when it came to my thievery
and excursions into the park,

where I broke the bread
with a wrinkled face,
the essence shimmering behind her retinas.

I am the Preacher's son,
who instead found the presence
amongst ducks and swans,
when I broke the bread
with that crazy old lady -
gleaned what I needed to do,
and since then,
have never again
sat in another pious pew.

So now,
I am the 'bad' Preacher's son.
Some people whisper righteously
how I have come undone,
made a pact with the dark,

while I break the bread
with that age-old essence in the park.



Inception Re-mix
March 24th, 2014
(originally written: March 24th, 2010)


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An adequate vocal gesture

I do have purpose
that stays near
a constant reminder 
of my inner child

As my conscienceness
shines through to create 
a new perspective
I break out of my cocoon

Only to discover that 
I find places where
the sanctity of my being
does not flow as it should

My intuition is what 
guides me though
there is no longer the 
desire for the constant 
upheaval of tragedy to strike
upon me

On my journey I have 
discovered that there 
are many hidden truths

So as my spirit ascends 
I am inspired by my bravery...

If I am frightened 
by the visibility that 
standing proud does to me
then I shall stand even taller

No longer will I fear 
the degradation that
once was my shadow
there is no home here 
for the shame any longer

And I will no longer be 
swayed by the fragments of defeat
When I become sorely tempted by
sheer exhaustion

And I think I can't
make it on my own
I will remember that 
I am walking this
road of life for me...


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Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets

:)


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You Are So Beautiful

You are so beautiful.

More beautiful than eye              sit here in the shadows
watching you,
inspired by your innocence.

You are so kind,
the way your fragility shatters over and over
upon the surface of your precociousness.

Eye shed my monk's robes
to join the fight against evil,
but evil won,
washed through me
as an all-encompassing disease....
....became evil to fight evil.

Now,

eye look upon the Temple;
looking at it from the outside-in.
And, all I really want,
is to pray there again with butter candles and beads.

The evil is too powerful to fight against,
mere mortals do not have a chance.
Eye didn't know this yet,
far too green behind my soul.

Now,

eye just want to atone for my many misdeeds,
so that my heart burns brightly enough,
the winds of wickedness cannot extinguish its flame.

Eye still have my robe and beads here with me,
buried the sword in foreign sands,
but the Temple looms high above,
looking down upon me as a stranger.

Eye will wait within its shadow,
for my patience has yet to evaporate.
Watching the beautiful, kind people
pass through the Temple,

eye wonder if they even taste the butter tea.






~(2012 Jungle Re-mix)~


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Angelica

Angelica

curiously peering over a cloud
   Angelica stepped a bit too far
      wings fluttered and disappeared
         stolen by jealous demons below 

angel flying too close to the ground
   leaving the harmony of heaven
      sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
         landing gracefully on soft soil
 
Angelica hears the bulldozers
   weapons of environmental destruction
      sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
         curiosity beckons as water reflects her image

her lost wings still reflect in the pond
   seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
      orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
         even water lilies envy her beauty

captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
   immersed in an image of herself
      in God’s light all angels appear the same
         bright beams to welcome new souls

fly again she will
   bubbles of hope spring forth
      Earthbound for but a brief time
         cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian

halo of comfort surrounds
   Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
      sparkling water caresses warm lips
         her kiss renews Earth’s freshness

other angels transparent in sunlight
   bestow a new set of wings
      mission accomplished, they escort her home
         once again she revels in heaven’s light


For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire


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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


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So High

....so        high

        on 
                    life


Went on a vision quest,
never coming down
never coming back down.

Spirits follow me through supermarkets,
pointing out the ones with dark auras
as I handle stale produce bound in abomination.
The spirits say to stay away from the bad ones,
for these cannibals handle packages of flesh buried in shallow graves.
Oh! I know the look of cannibals
who carry around an extra Y chromosome,
serving delusional missions of a false god.
Yes, stay away!
Stay away from my family!

They are preaching from the highest mountain top-
doesn't matter,
as I am already 

    so        high

        on 
                    life


Went on a vision quest,
climbing up higher,
never coming down
never coming back down.

One gigantic interconnected lifeform,
but the sacrificial ram cannot see

    anymore.

Farmer Jim drops by with his special tin cup,
filling it up with fresh blood____crimson rivulets pour from a cut throat.
Steam rising in the crisp morning air,
he tips back his wide face taking deep draughts,

    and I

pretend to be a man
even though I am merely a boy,
stopping myself from throwing up curdled breakfast
as farmer Jim wipes lips with a rust coloured sleeve-
a self-medicated sleeve of selfish memories.

They cannot move,
impaled upon a white picket fence,
laughing at me,
but I simply keep moving on,
a dreamwalker switching the tracks
towards a sunrise of futuristic endeavors.

7 deaths and 7 births
trying to fit through the needle's eye-

     I am                  so high

               on     
                       life


Was told to never say never,
but I am flying above the boundaries now,
swimming across the borders of dreams,
coming apart at the seams
so that I may be put back together again.


Going on another vision quest,
climbing ever higher,
tearing open my third eye
with the drums of our Earth,
with the drums of dreamwalkers,
never coming down
never coming down.

                                                 

                                              March 1st, 2011


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Lucem Ferre

For too long had she been the scapegoat,
blamed for the fall of our own undoing.

For too long 
had she been shyly shining
with self-conscious doubt,
cursed by the lies of man,
when all along, it was man's own vanity 
reflected in her eyes.

He feared the light inside of her,
so, he masked her name with the title of darkness,
causing her to hide within a seashell,
only offering momentary glimpses
of sacred Illumination....

....and even then, men stumbled around,
choosing wrong paths along forked roots and tongues.

We halved apples, 
offered them to her in return,
Pentacles glistening under her benevolent radiance.
Biting into a halved apple,
seeds fell back down to earth,
fell into moistened midnight soil.

And when the seeds sprouted,
the curse broke under the strain
of growth and oxygen.

Oh, how she glows again,
arms and legs outstretched,
alternating 5 and 7 points of light,
a new ray pushing forth from her crown,
another pulsating from between her thighs.

If Botticelli could see his Venus now,
he'd forgive the sins of hue.manity,
and willingly succumb to another death
in hopes of being reborn 
under her enlightenment once more.

The imposters have weakened,
tripping over their own self-induced shadows.
The imposters have become too frail
to shroud her light within false titles of darkness -
the darkness is their very own.

We witness the garden's regrowth.
Lucem Ferre has agreed to protect us
from being cast out of the garden
(as she always has),
and in return, we will promise 
to only call her by her sacred name,
to never again invoke shackles of deceit
upon her, balancing the scales
by admiring Pentacles glisten
under benevolent radiance.




                                                                    September 17th, 2012


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New Dawn

As I roll out of bed tomorrow
I’m gonna say goodbye sorrow
Fare thee well Mr. Cynicism
See you later Mr. Pessimism
Adios to Mr. Skepticism
Exit negativity, enter positivity
No procrastination and inactivity 
An idle mind is the devils workshop
That’s why I’ll exert myself nonstop
No more misery and depression
As exuberance replaces dejection
Success is around the corner
It’s coming now and not later
Victory is surely heading my way
No matter what people may say
I quit banking my future on luck
Time has come to break the duck
A new dawn has shown its face
My home will be a better place
I’m a potential winner, a true born victor
Within me lies a superstar, a megastar
No I’m not building castles in the air, 
I’m not dreaming, I’m not hallucinating
I have to earn my place in history
Put a good ending to my unfinished story
My story is about confidence, not arrogance
I advocate humility, not vanity
Trials and tribulation come and go
Sticky situations are not unique to you
But we all know as well as you do
You need hard work and determination 
For the youth, education is the only solution
You’ve got to make the decision
To extract yourself from destitution 
Leave nothing at all to chance
For fortune favours the brave
No sweet without sweat, no pain, no gain
Each time you fall recollect and try again
A dream doesn’t become reality through magic
Lazy genius is not only sad but also tragic
Stay focused, keep your eyes on the prize
There is no substitute for hard work
There are no secrets to success
Only in the dictionary does success precede work
We are all gifted, skilled and talented 
Unshackle that innate ability 
Let loose that latent capability
I’m gonna prepare, plan and plot
Execute and give it my best shot
Until the day that I hit the jackpot


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In Perfect Equilibrium: A Collaboration with Chris :D Aechtner

             An inner earthquake rattles him again
             as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
             Can he too, hide his halo as such?
             Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
             wishing he could take it off
             He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?
 
Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?
 
             The darkness is more reassuring
             than he could have ever imagined-
             something to truly weigh his goodness against, 
             in a finely-tuned balancing act.
             And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
             he too possesses a true north within.
 
Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water, 
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness. 
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.
 
             The rooster crows for the third time,
             so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
             emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
             Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
             Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
             yet Light also takes over that darkness.
 
With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
 
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

             Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
             Even though these two are on different paths,
             they had both achieved a similar transformation,
             as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
             Not any longer.
             And how their auras shone
             ....in perfect equilibrium.





**082011**



Opposites: angel/daemon; sunrise/sunset :)


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In Perfect Equilibrium: A collaboration with nikko palmario

    An inner earthquake rattles him again
    as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
    Can he too, hide his halo as such?
    Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
    wishing he could take it off
    He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?

Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?

    The darkness is more reassuring
    than he could have ever imagined-
    something to truly weigh his goodness against,
    in a finely-tuned balancing act.
    And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
    he too possesses a true north within.

Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water,
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness.
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.

    The rooster crows for the third time,
    so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
    emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
    Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
    Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
    yet Light also takes over that darkness.

With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
__________________________________________


    Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
    even though these two are on different paths,
    they had both achieved a similar transformation,
    as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
    Not any longer.
    And how their auras shone
    ....in perfect equilibrium.







*nikko palmario wrote stanzas: 1, 4, 5
I(Chris D. Aechtner)wrote stanzas: 2, 3, 6
We both wrote stanza #7

Opposites: Angels and Daemons/Sunrise and Sunset


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Lantern on the Water


Place my mind into a boat
doused with kerosene.

Create a lantern on the water:
light the boat a-flame
and push it out to sea.

Then my heart will be more free.






04.06.2013




+/-


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Home Of My Spirit

Like lone wolves in the night
              you and I….
that through the darkness
we still hunger for justice 
and for truth in all things

We want harmony 
              and enlightenment
To find ourselves
at peace…..as one within….

         Anahata 

Capture the green 
Feel it swirl and beckon
Verdant and healing
Complete forgiveness
Absolution from the guilt
and from the memories

Release and breathe 
          Let it flow……

Yes, you and I are connected
Through the regret and remorse 
We search and we find light

On a path to illumination
for teaching and learning
and understanding

Love……pure and true

        VENUS 

Acceptance of self 
results in balance 
                 and expansion  
Being at one with Gaia
       (and her precious gifts)

Achieving planetary consciousness

Us…..we have found
true ability to connect
to the soul of another

         Anahata

True augmentation of self

A home in the higher dimensions
A place that is safe to sleep

Let us dance, my love
My lone wolf…
Let us connect through spirit
(We have shed the black)
Through touch
                  and heart

Be mine in all things
Forever and always

You are my HEART


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Mermaid's Milk: a collaboration with the still dashing David Williams

The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe, 
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over

As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope: 
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”

The night; collected on the leaves, 
       drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium, 
         it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze; 
              gilded words of adoration 
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me, 
          strengthens me, 
                nurtures me 
  like Mermaid’s milk

Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...

With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower 
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.

So much is lost. 
    The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me. 
Sing me a song while you do, 
            and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.




*****
Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part-- 
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :) 
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...


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Amazing Grace

The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
of oppression,
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The uplifting revelation of God’s
truth of freedom,
His extraordinary and infinite power
shining love every hour,
Preservation and hope for life
His love abound, no strife
How sweet the sound—
Wrapped in His embrace
Singing Amazing Grace! 

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
17th Place Honorable Mention/Certificate
Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest
July 1, 2007
~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~


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Cornflower Blue

(a conversational collaboration with Christine Ueri)



"remember the dream I had when we were 10?
(waves and waves of cornflowers everywhere)
about the boy and the closet?
(sunflowers, circle, glass house?....closet, yes)
cornflower blue
(the closet was cornflower blue?)
the light in that dream was cornflower blue
(the air, the atmospheric light?)
yes, especially in the closet

I had that dream for so long
I'll never forget
little boy blue and the kingfishers --
the blue and white china plates
with the bridge and the lovers; the two doves in the willow tree,
that made me look for japanese letters....horse.
 
the funny things we do as children

(you are writing a poem....)
catch the words, my love
(you already wrote a poem up there; bridge it together --
I dried cornflowers with dandelions in a blue and white book; but it wasn't a dream.
Well, in a way it was, because at the time, I was floating in the clouds)

he wore a blue and white striped top in my dream

and I remember him
when I look at the sky,
the clouds and the golden sun --

I caught the words!
(yes! did you string them all together?)

not yet!"



                                                                                 
                                                                                



August 29th, 2012



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A seed of poetry

Like water that flows in a river
Time will not stop and wait
It comes and then it goes
And now will soon be late
The sun will not rise
And forget to set
Today will not stay here forever

Time was born and passed away
While I was chasing dreams
I never dreamt of
Dreaming of things that were 
Not for me to dream about

I didn’t know at first 
That in my inside
There is a seed germinating
Deep in the roots of my heart 
Where veins and arteries
Carry blood in and out

The eyes of my eyes
Could not see
The ears of my ears
Could not hear
The tongue of my tongue
Could not taste
The nose of my nose 
Could not smell
The mind of my mind 
Was uncounscious
As this seed
Was patiently growing

It was watered by tears
That couldn’t fall off my eyes
When I cried
It was fertilized by my deep thoughts
That denied me time to rest
The pain I felt within
Was manure to it

And now it has grown
It has grown into a tree
it has grown into a green looking tree
A tree that sprouts colorful flowers
And I am hopeful
Hopeful to reap tasty fruits
Of this seed of poetry
Sown in me by God


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Ribcage

Split apart your ribcage,
Open up the corridor, and let me come in
Uneasiness instantly strikes through me
Let me sway away...
Let me flutter away...
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon 
I'm trapped!Let me depart

Split apart your ribcage,
Unwrap me, let me go!
Believe me...reflect on me
Let me sway away...flutter away
Let us both seek the sun,
So we can grow together once more


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FAR AWAY - a collaboration with OliVe

Shadowed silence vibrates melancholy
As the darkening clouds spiral overhead 
Open spaces, breathing air of mystery
bloody ink of terror break in...doused in dread 
Shattering the portrait to pieces instantly
A turn to the left & to the right hesitantly
A step forward or backwards...
Which way should I go? I sponge in woe
Wouldn't it be easier to go with the flow? 
I'm so far away from the sun-drenched day, 
Falling victim to nightfall's spellbinding dismay...
Tell me, which Way I should go? 
Don't mislead me with callous words
Creeping fear and shameful wonder crawl down my spine
My heart is beating with despair, feeling like a disgrace
Misfortune was crawling within my skin...becoming serpentine
Inside of my veins...and I'm Wishing to stay in one place…
But I could not...
I could not. You left me to rot...
There was a voice within shouting at me to move forward
I am scared, but i won't sweat it...that was really awkward
My feet were unstoppable. I couldn't help, but run
Pushing. Compelling me to traverse 
Running. Running. Running. Running in the sun . . . 
My heart's melody yearns for tragedy in reverse
Running for safety, I'm grieving to the core
Who will dare share an ounce of care?
Is this my misfortune? There's more hope in store
Whispering clear a prayer, hand me the rope of hope if you dare 
Wrapping my hands together...don't let me go
Ease the earthquake fear, quaking in my heart
I'm yearning for someone...let the blessed breeze blow
I want something or someone to blanket me or I'll depart
From His light... is it out of sight now?
Longing for His healing rain to shower down relief upon me somehow
I'm awakened by sudden realization that everything will work out in the end
As drizzle sprays, cooling down my stance...my insecure state of mind
I need a helping hand to reach out to me - I break instead of bend
Speechless and afraid, I have naught to say, for I am blind
I gape at her angelic appearance 
As she traced me a lament-carved frown 
I'm far, far from the roaring crowd in an instance
I'm gravity-bound, I've been weighed down
Who can put me back together?
Am I going to remain frozen forever?
I wander in the wilderness of my mind
Naked and ashamed - I feel like I've been left behind
Earning misfortune
Singing a sad, gracious tune
Running. Running. Running. Running in the sun . . .I have allowed
Myself to breathe in the air of mystery...far away from the cheerful crowd


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Stygstrome - Updrafts


"Stygstrome" is the Afrikaans version of "Updrafts", one of my earliest poems (including some showcased naivety :D), and is the first poem that I ever publicly    posted online, right here on poetrysoup.com, 3 years ago to the very day. 

I am also including the English version to this post.



Swart vere absorbeer altyd
die meeste sonskyn -
'n Volmaakte fusie
van donker en lig.

Ebbe oë glinster 
hoog in die kalm, koue hemelruim.

'n Vinnige daling
tot vlerkpunte
sagkuns soen,
die byna onsigbare
boom-toppe deurdring 
digte Winter se mistigheid. 

Sterk strome strik skielik, 
'n Voël van staal
donder oorhoofs,
breek die antieke fokus
met sy dreunende, magtige brul.

Herwin gedagtes.

Stryk neer,
sirkel,
sweef
in 'n stygende vlug
van suiwer vergenoegdheid.

Swart vere absorbeer altyd
die meeste lig --




Black feathers always absorb
the most sunshine -
a perfect fusion
of dark and light.

Ebony eyes glitter 
high in the calm, cold sky.

A quick dip downwards,
until wing-tips
gently kiss
the nearly invisible
tree-tops piercing
thick Winter's fog.

As currents suddenly catch hard,
a bird of steel
thunders by overhead,
breaking ancient focus
with its loud, powerful roar.

Regain thought.

Swooping,
circling,
gliding,
soaring
in a flight 
of pure contentment.

Black feathers always absorb
the most light.





*A warm thank you to the ever-lovely Christine Ueri for finding 
the perfect Afrikaans words to poetically translate this poem.




*


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Ilaw

The light is muted,
glowing ever so faintly
and I cup my hands
to shelter it from
the harsh wind...

It flickers,
it wavers,
and my heart
does a triple dive
then beats back to normal
as I see that flame
fight, become steady,
and stand up against that wind.

I've seen this happen before,
but it always tries to shine forth
with a ferocity
that can only be fueled 
by love and faith...

A different gust,
another typhoon,
yet still it tries to beam...

This light amazes me 
with its tenacity.
I go through life with
only a mere spark of it
in my heart
But how proud I am
to have been borne from it,
to have it with me, 
burning in my soul.

This light is awe-inspiring...
with just a kiss from it
and warmth abounds,
never burning out,
rather, sharing that glow
to brighten lives.

I fear though, 
for the light is muted,
glowing ever so faintly
and I cup my hands
to shelter it from
the harsh wind...

Taking deep breaths,
we search for ways
to make that flame 
glow strong again,
burning as bright as before

A strike of a match
for a candle,
with its smoke weaving 
its way to heaven,
to say a prayer
for that light
to keep on glowing

The wick may be short,
the wax melting faster
than we would want it to...
But the light is still there,
and that gives me hope.






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Ilaw --pronounced 'ee-lao' as in 'how'; meaning "light"

"Ilaw ng tahanan" is a Filipino idiomatic expression
that refers to mothers; 
This phrase can translate to "light of the home"


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I need it to rain

I need to hide
to drown my sorrow
to not feel obligated to stay a secret
the darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain
the thunder to stifle my screams
the lightening to set me on fire
I need it to rain...

I need to be revitalized and invigorated
to feel serene and tranquil
to be calm and collected
the darkness to bring me peace
the thunder to direct my mind
the lightening to guide my heart
I need it to rain...

I need to escape
to feel the ground at my feet
to feel the wind in my hair
the darkness to blind my captor
the thunder to clap in approval
the lightening to sever my shackles 
I need it to rain...

I need to grow
to heighten my potential
to cultivate and thrive
the darkness to shelter my fraility
the thunder to ward off any imminent danger
the lightening to strike as my weapon
I need it to rain...

I need to be laid to rest
for someone to cry for me
for someone to long for me
the darkness to resemble my abscence
the thunder to echo my voice through your ears
the lightening to flash visions of me before your eyes
I need it to rain...


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Aboriginal Sin

We made arrows from feather and bone
before burning down our homes,
our footsteps slinking 
over undulating, snow-covered hills.
____

The animals residing inside my head
follow me into the forest
where I cross streams to lose my scent.

Bugles blare in the distance,
but at my feet, the hounds lay open,
bleeding-out in morning's fresh snowfall.

These moments invoke an original sin.
I could fell a million men with the softest of blossoms -
slay a million men with a gentle, whispered caress.

And so I pray for my hate to be replaced by grace,

since you are the other half of my heart and hearth,
since you are also a victim to the plague,
it's all I can do, to atone for my Aboriginal sin.




~(2013 Halfling Remix)~
January 22nd, 2013


*Dedicated to Singing Rain: May your sacred arrows always fly true




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a constant flyer: my flight, my fancy

~(my love, eye threw punctuation to the wind)~ sneakily you feign sleep as eye slip outside into a storm magenta torn apart by steel gray saws and hammerings eye laugh out loud at the thunder (a quickening) pounding in my body it fills me erasing stupidity pushing out trash bottled up within a chance to let go of the grounded soil in my bones spinning 'round in rain my heart stops momentarily captured by the painful beauty of your face watching me from the porch - "eye thought you were sleeping" - shadows dance across your face as lightning arcs you smile with just a twinge of melancholy dripping warping the consistency and after all these years eye finally realize how you are a grounding wire keeping me tethered to earth (a maddened kite) as eye ride the electricity a constant flyer my flight my fancy you've always had the burden upon your shoulders of making sure eye come back down come back home come back inside myself again +/-


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Upon His Blameless Feet

Glass and fractured imaginings are trite
Upon his blameless feet
Even as he dance and play about them

Toxic and perilous smoke are authority
Outside his naive lungs 
While he freely breathes to ensure laughter

Blood sprinkles and routine metal shards 
Within his innocent hands
Presently, as he claps to the street’s tune

Mordant activities be forever present
Before his youthful eyes
Just before the gleams therein make hearts sway

Remarkable is…
            Miraculous is…
                           Wondrous is…
                                         The resilience and spirit of youth


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The Voice

He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair

He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved

He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man

He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead

He is the force that shielded you
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling

The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances
if you but want to seek, you'll find

He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory

He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way

and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
my aged old mind has been set free
Father, I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"

And thus it is, the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man..


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Dirty Finger Tips

Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.

If you do don't you ever stop. 

If the ticking makes you nervous  throw away the clock.

If the shoes don't fit  throw away the socks 
happiness is a shoe compromise to make it fit
when you MAKE IT FIT  enjoy every bit of it. 
 
Some say life is good some say life is shit!
I say you get what you make out of it .

Weather the storm. 
Stay calm.
Wipe the sweat off of your palms.
Patiently defuse your bombs and
hope to find bliss in futures arms.

Shaking.
Breaking.
Bare the undertaking.
There is a new day in the making.

Drunken pen.
Drunken poet.
How drunk can I be?
When life influenced sober men to be more drunk than me.
Though my pen drunk it vomits the sober things in me.

   

Breath even when there's no air
look for the good in the bad the glad in the
sad make them question why your not mad
many things come many things go many things are
dim but many things glow appreciate what you have 
and go with the flow.     


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Bottled Tears

The tears continued to bottle,
all the time I was with you.
The disappointment, 
the pain,
the heart wrenching broken chains,
you kept putting me through.
The bottle continually grew,
salt infused tears dripping to the top.
As time went on 
the bottle never went away.
It continued to sit there,
slowly dripping on the scars left 
from the pain.
The salt burned my soul,
letting it hard to let go,
continuing to make the scars
never grow old.
As the bottle began to overflow
into my darkened soul,
I couldn't keep the tears in,
it shattered deep in my heart.
The tears poured across my skin,
causing the pain to grow and grow,
all I could do to get rid of it
was to embrace the pain I felt.
Let this fester to a new world in my mind;
let the anger from the disappointment grow.
As the moment snapped,
the time stood still for one moment's release.

Freedom now I feel!
The moment's consequences were worth it,
the bottle will never refill,
and forever cracked it will be.
My tears will never drop,
because you will never contact me!

Thank God that I have been set free!


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The Voice

He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair

He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved

He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man

He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead

He is the force that shielded you 
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling

The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances 
if you but want to seek, you'll find

He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory

He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way

and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
My aged old mind has been set free
Father I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"

And thus it is..the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man...


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The Chronicles Of Vomiticus Grammaticus - Part II: Ground Zero

Will someone please help me!?
I think Satan has possessed my gastronomical juices,
twisting up my stomach like a full garbage bag.

Please go and call over a Priest
to exorcize this demonic grip from within-
but I beg of you to get a heterosexual Father,
not one who will take advantage of my weakness.

I have been swallowing my own vomit for many days,
and can no longer hold back this thick, spewing craze.

My stomach feels more queasy than a seasick little girl,
the time is coming to launch forth my most foul hurl.

Pray to Black Jesus with my loud, retching vomit-song,
I do not want to be Vomiticus Grammaticus, for too long.



*BLAAAAAARRRRG  RRRRAAAAAALLPHHHUUUUMMMPHHHH!!*



Oh! I just filled up both large-sized garbage bins up to the brim,
with ghastly floating chunks that look so very, very grim.

Two seagulls have started slurping up my rancid spew,
filthy, feathered swine, lapping up this most sickly stew.

Ugggh! Now my cat is licking up the vomit from off of the floor,
she is purring away, gobbling up my slimy, viscous gore.

The sight of her lapping up my....



*BLAAAAAARRRRG  RRRRAAAAALLPHHHUUUUMMMPHHHH!!*



Oh hot damn, shazzam! Vomit on the keyboard! Vomit dripping from my hair;
plugging up my ears, crawling up my nose with its terrible stench! Despair!

1 fish, 2 fish, 3 fish, 4 fish.
Red puke, green puke, yellow puke, blue puke.
No Sam, I do not want any more green eggs and ham!



*BLAAAAAARRRRG  RRRRAAAAALLPHHHUUUUMMMPHHHH!!*



Will someone please help me get rid of this Devil!?
I truly only mean well; I really, really do!

Pray to Black Jesus with my loud, retching vomit-song,
I do not want to be Vomiticus Grammaticus, for too long.






*Twisted poem, in the sense that this is actually a cryptic response
to my personal dealings here @Poetrysoup.com.
I don't think a lot of people realized at the time
how Vomiticus Grammaticus was really a hidden message about
some of the social politics that goes on @Poetrysoup.com,
and most other group settings as well.




May 10th, 2010


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YOU MAN

You Man

-a request by Mam Aiyah

You as a man can fill up this world
With the love of your heart,
Let them flow into your veins
As the oxygen of your spirit
Goes into the lungs of your kindness

You as a man can share the thoughts of your brain,
Even though your memory is not that enough to complete the story
Let your axon abound and connect to the spinal cord of your dreams

You as a man can smile with your lips
Let there be a good quotes for every word
Of your mouth as they slip,
Swallow all the sorrows, 
Cut the sadness of your teeth, make them fly away

You as a man can show your eyes with happiness,
Mix this with inspirations
As they blink in with visionaries

You as a man can smell the fragrance of nice posture
Strain the bad from good using your cilia,
As your thumb and index made it concrete
And threw them at a distance

You as a man can hear solutions,
Can fight all the negative pictures
With your muscles in your skeleton,
You can build a problem killer device
Energy is your emotions,

You as a man can face all of your knotty points
You can hold the sky,
As your feet stay on the ground…
Because you as a MAN,
Is H U M A N…


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Winter's Blanket

The winter Queen has arrived
Silent and soft and slow and divine
Slowly thru icy breath she whispers
As her silver garments open wide
Miracles appear swirling free
As tiny angels dancing above
Softly drifting to the ground
On the wall and rooftops
Window ledges and branches bare
Tiny crystal flowers bloom
As she spreads her blanket around
Tinkling and glittering they enter
Frigid human lonely hearts
And like wild butterflies
The warmth flutter again
As each flake a beautiful dream weave
In the white tapestry of life


08/11/12
By Tahera Mannan


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I Rise Above

And it flew higher,
Above the reach of arms which bind,
And logic which Past defined,
It flew higher,
Above the reach of stones of persectution,
And above all unkept resolution,
It pushed higher,
Past the thoughts of those who said It'd never be,
And success would never see,
And it flew until it reached the darkness in which
itself designed,
A blackness of the sullen mind,
And it said,
"I will rise above"...
 


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Word Sage

When all of youth flees and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums, words, fair words, dispel the gloom. When hands are mapped with age and knurled, still, they transform the page, the eye, the cage, for where words flow, the mind goes, to the pristine smiles and the smooth curves which once were yours, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Deny me anything but the word for it’s magic will soon be all that remains of fleeting youth.


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I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time


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Humpty Dumpty House

A home
The one he promised you
That white picket fence
Light flooded rooms
A swing on a tree in the front yard

He promised
I'm sure he did
He promised
To fill it with laughter
It was where you were both supposed to dream
The gathering place of love
Of family
Of friends
yet from the beginning 
It was a place of pretend
A dark fairy tale 
Wrapped in a pretty shell
In perfectly beautiful lines
Curving away from you

Then the cracks appeared
Spreading with his lies
You so desperately wanted to trust those eyes
Thinking he was different from other guys
Not wanting to see beyond his disguise

No amount of renovations
Can repair the cracks
The essence of you under attack
A beautiful dream painted black
You can't 
You won't 
Put it together again
Your house 
Your home that place of pain

Helpless you watch it crumble
Forced to walk away from it all
The cracks too many it has to fall
You have your answers
You hold your head tall
You see a future beyond shattered wall

Still you wonder
Will you one day find
Your happily ever after
Will the dreams you hold ever matter
Will your tears turn to laughter

For you
Fairy tales are not enough
You deserve a foundation made of better stuff
Beyond your broken
You find your dream
Thankfully
Wonderfully
Amazingly
God answers
Both our prayers
He gives you to me













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Today Is a Gift To Us All

The thing about today is that:
                      It will be different than any other day
  Many different factors will share in the reasons 
           That today will be completely original 
  The people we encounter can play a huge role 
                          In the way that our day plays out 
We have no control over how these people may act 
                   No control over what they may say or do 
We can however control the way we allow it to affect us 
               I have met and been friends with 
        About every type of person that there is 
       From healers to killers I have met them all 
Shared meals and how we feel;the pressure of it all 
                             I used to allow outside influences 
                                                 Like these people 
            To play a role in how my day would go  
Then one day I realized that if you remove the water from the falls 
                                                     All that you have left is a cliff 
                                         And of course a hole at the bottom 
                  All the breathtaking beauty of the waterfall is gone 
All because some fool decided to build a dam to divert the water 
                    The River had no choice in how its day would go 
                       It had no choice in allowing an outside force 
                                                        To change its course 
                                        Of where it would end today 
        We have a choice, no matter what anyone does 
We can stay on course and maintain the original beauty of our day 
                                 As long as we always remember 
                                     That this day belongs to us 
The only thing that can change that is God, for it is his gift to us all


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Para-doxy

Propelled OUT into the paradoxical pudding from the steaming pie, a bloodied darkness on the light the Word booms, arse slapped into nirvana. Blank slated breathe, suck, sh*T, die and, ah... the in between. Arriving unhinged by the social swings of hatred unwarped by the delusions of dogma, arriving... once the cherry was removed from the cake arriving and whether lust or love kick started us we are gifts… Momentous moment look! SEE! hear! feel.. ah…taste, touch, Mother's smell. Talk, walk, speak….read..in the beginning there IS the word and the Word God is … I We are... what we must be and the blighters may have made us BUT the world gifts us the Word. Wrap your lavish, languid, limbs around the hips of destiny and thrust. Shift from the never ending no’s to the endless yes’s. See each mingling ingredient as the Grail and drink from the cup of YES!


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Self inflicted blues

This day I grow tired
and so incredibly weary.
My heart holds only dreams
of a Life unfullfilled
A Life not nurtured,
yet barely a glimmer
of the spirit that once was.

I do have memories of some things good 
-not all bad,
But the fear that I am alone
is Like a fingerprint on my Life.

Shadowing, waiting to pounce,
always there, unshakeable.

It's the mirrors that hold me accountable
to my actions.
Proof positive that where ever I go
there I am,
Naked, vulnerable, and yes
still alone.

As I try to allay this fear, 
one Lonely and painful pluck at a time,
It becomes crystal clear, that I alone
am damaging my soul to the very core
with each stroke of my hand.

I steal one Last Look in the mirror
and know that I alone
have self inflicted these blues
Leaves me to ponder one question:

Will I ever allow myself the strength and grace
it will surely take to heal my scarred soul?                        
                                                      
  



This poem was written in hopes of begining the healing process for my self. I 
have a disease called trichiotillamania. It is an obsessive and manic urge to pull 
one's own hair until baldness occurs. I'm a 48 year old woman, married(with kids 
& grand kids)and have been doing this since the age of 5. It coincided with the 
begining of my stepfather raping and torturing me which lasted until the age of 
thirteen. This disease has me trapped and is NEVER letting me go. There are 
two inflictions in regards to my hair pulling in this poem, one must know about 
my disease in order to understand this poem.


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Wondrous Kite

She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly? 

In answer, a quivering.

A wisp.

"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus. 
She will be beautiful for me."

Wondrous.


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I Want Not to Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.




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Cloudy days doesn't mean there is no Sun

Lord you know all things
There is not even one word on my tongue
Or in my heart that you a haven’t heard 
Before I have even uttered them
I am full of awe of you- Selah

Even in my down times when I feel unwell
You are here with me
Your presence is everywhere 
Even if I aren’t sensitive to know this at the time

But you give me little reminders
That all life is precious to you 
Like when I receive a kiss from a friend
Or a kind word from a stranger

Yes- you are always vigilant to remind us of your care
For I am more valuable than even a precious Sparrow
Therefore; 
My heart shall rest in Hope and Your faithfulness - till my change shall come.

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012


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Conciliate

.
                Who says the broken
            won’t still dance in the rain?
      From the sky spills sweet champagne…

                  Arms wide spread 
             Warm drops on your face
                    Laugh out loud …
               and dash the puddles!
       Put on your boots and splash them!
            Like a child, just crash them!

                   Excise the tears….
               embrace the out pour
            Feel the sting on your skin
          (more alive than ever before)

       Gambol in a silver shimmer 
                Fits of giggles in the drizzle

         Misty showers springing flowers
          as the spate will hide the pain
        Guileless merriment like a child
           ingenuous ballet in the rain…

               Prisms of light 
                           shaded pink 
                Glimmers in the water
     Reflecting physiognomies of the past
                 Incandescent spirits
          Luminescent white essence
                Elan Vitals replenish
             Inside of Mother Earth

                In a cycle of recycle

                 Beneath the canopy
                 of celestial powers
             Sway with the 
                                 W
                                  I
                                     N
                                  D

              Undulate with the 
                             T
                               R
                              E
                                E
                               S

                 Hearken…the chime
                  of natures breeze

           Soul enlightened
                       Senses heightened 
                               Anew and brightened

         From the sky falls sweet champagne….
       Embrace your life and just dance in the rain....


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Not Yet

I had a long day
and I carried the world
upon my shoulder,
The journey was
long and lonely,
I want to lie down
and close my eyes ...
But not yet.

The sun is setting gently
and a weary wind sighs
through the evening haze,
I want to lay my burden down
and quietly sneak away
from the din of the day ...
But not yet.

I had my days in the sun
I frolicked and I had fun,
It's time to retreat
to my safe haven
and reminisce about
those willful days,
I am ready to confess
and mend my ways ...
But not just yet!


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Can You Hear Me?

I never talk to you as much as I should
Just to say thank you for all of your gifts
I take for granted all that you’ve given to me
Sometimes blaming you for all I have missed
And when you come to me I shy away
Feigning I can’t see you or hear you
But no matter where I look you’re around me
In every vivid color and shape of movement
You voice beckoning in all the worldly sounds
I even try to hide myself away from you
Still you find me wherever I go without effort
Cruel and hard or ignorant and fleeting
I’ve been both and you lovingly embrace me
Cursing you at the losses washed upon me
Your hand generously gives without prejudice
Gluttonously taking much more than my fill
When I look back you’ve again filled my cup
All the mistakes I have made and will make
Many of them knowingly and willingly
Still you offer all of your forgiveness
If only I will ask as a son should his father
I’ve broken so many of your rules a multitude of times
Deceiving myself believing you wouldn’t notice
Still you offer me everything you have
When I lay in the dark at night and examine
I hope and fear you and I doubt and pray
I hope you can hear me through all the other voices
Although I fear you don’t listen to me anymore
I force myself to doubt your existence
Knowing the truth unwilling to admit to it
I pray…Dear God…Can you hear me?


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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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You are special

You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you were;
hurt, frustrated, and craving the gates of the afterlife. I looked 
like a person from a rehab. I also felt like a tourist in a place I was born.
As seasons passed, I realized that it was I, with the key to joy. "Rivers don't ask
for permission to replenish themselves; the Sun doesn't 
ask for permission to shine;
an eagle doesn't ask for permission to soar into the sky...." are words from a Zen
book, that woke up my inner fire. I started to dream positive things about me once more, and starting each day with a smile; this also changed the way 
people looked at me.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
life being the sky. Never forget that!
 


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Two Days Ahead

I must try and lead my dreams,
to where the lost and unforgiving answers,
rejuvenate their circle.

Two days, have somehow passed
and my eyes are half empty.

I still need to sleep.

Two days, ahead now
and my eyes are half full.

Hence, the satirical tear shed,
to hypothetically cleanse....

absolutely nothing.


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Autumn Hope

Red leaves cowardly fall from trees like arrogant men
The powerful wind creeps up steadily scattering them on battered ground
While caretakers gather them into bags and empty them into garbage cans.

The giant trees still hold their composure waiting for the winter band
Autumn chills and winter spills engraved in the soul of every man
Telling us that life is entering another round and hope is still alive.

It has been a miserable year casting doubt and myriad fear
The summer season could not stand up to the parching sun
Events after events stirring up the summer heat but now autumn is here
Blowing away the evil dust making way for the winter crust.

I drove out in the wee hours of the morning and penetrated the clear blue sky
I saw millions of shining stars embedded in  the  dancing blue sky smiling merrily at me
And the cool autumn morning whispering songs of praise emitting sparkling delight.


I long to wake up to  the  day when the grumbling and contention will cease
The war will be completed and mankind will be at peace  
I longed for the day when families will reunite and communities will come together
I yearn for the day when countries will be delivered and enjoy lasting peace with their neighbors.  

The seasons embrace life’s abundance  
The seasons empowers pinnacles of hope
The seasons with its multitude of stars secured in the deep blue sky
And the red leaves scattered on the  ground is a testament
That autumn will bring new joy and stunning changes all around.


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Memoriver

I close my eyes and see,
a river 
fresh and clean,
memories from the past


I open my eyes and see
a river
black and dead,
realities of the present


My hand winds back the reel,
a fish
struggles to be free...
memories from the past


My hand grasps at nothing,
no fish
exists in a trash-strewn river...
realities of the present


The memories just keep on flowing,
just like the rivers of yesteryear,
where children bathed among the fish,
happiness sparkling in the waters.


Now only tears flow there,
where grief and death reign free...
where wishes are as stagnant as the waters-
yet a flicker of hope remains afloat...


And when it drops,
ripples of action may hopefully be formed
to clean the rivers, revitalize it
so it can flow in the future


***1.12.10 1213am written for Brian's "Flow, River, Flow" contest :)


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A Leaf

Twisting, turning,
the tiny leaf,
made  it's way to the ground.
For another of God's creations
life has ended;
A short life it may seem;
Only a season.
Such is it with the life of man.
Man is here,
only for a little season.
Time is fleeting,
and after this
Eternity!






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childhood fantasies

i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.

at night it lit my room.

when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.

butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky 
save them in our pockets.

i'd hand you my water gun
you’d load one at a time
pull the trigger
and yell
"quick wish on a shooting star."

now twenty and more old
i still have the jars
i still own every wish
i uttered silently
on those moonlit eves.

it was you
in my dreams
in my smile

always kind.

i only had one wish
you and i
clad in the innocence
of those times,

of dreams and laughs
i only wished
it would never end,
and your sunshine
safe in my memories 
our childhood sealed in those jars.


Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name:The Sweetest Touches of Verse


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An Eternity of Thought

Mentation then, tear watered,
swells and garbs itself with presence— 
at once to shout in strength 
and pluck a cosmic string,
now restive, overstrung and tense. 

Whispered tremolo swells
and in crescendo risen
transcends veiled mists of time 
to stand, all seeing, astride 
the sleepy gates of pearly dawn.

And, absent pause, endures
to span the velvet gulf 
of light and truth and there to find
ineffable essence, which intermits
its fervent stir to calm.

And so of hopes and dreams and prayers,
suspend all doubt and hesitation,
for these with purpose-driven urge
merge with an eternity of thought
and we the authors of its might.

Dedicated to our dear and treasured poet and friend: Sarai Romani.


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Coping


  
wishes keep us dreaming dreaming keeps us hoping hoping keeps us living.. living keeps us dreaming and so it goes...


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The Black Dragon

So arid this desert....

   where the tumbleweeds blow,

   and the snake makes his nest;

   not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,

   and raise from dead things ---- life 

   with war and antiquity ----


The mummy cannot speak....

   but mumbles evil ----

   'Gold! Gold!'  

   ....'til it runs out.....


The 'long' arms of the law

   haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;

   the 'laissez-faire' ----


Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)

   in the darkest corners of the world,

   to picnic on the first day of war,

   and gorge upon peace.....


Little Illuminati generals.....

   pawns for the great hog upon his throne;

   who has waged death upon the whole world,

   .....shadows deep (with sable scale)

   black dragon keeps his poised tail

   to crush the school of man;


To reverse the footprints of Christ,

   and the wisdom of Buddha,

   and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----


The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,

   and not the fire in the heart;

   where God forged wisdom to all men,


And not the scroll which does not breathe,

   cannot see,

   cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....


For how can all the world preach peace ---- 

   with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?


Love has no cause to be afraid,

   to mistrust like a nervous wind,

   and blow accusations where it may..... 


What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,

   but sits upon the lap of faith,

   assured in its security ----


To build evolution on the lips of children,

   for their minds see wonder in God's creations

   and hope in the growing, 

   with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....

   and new whims in innocent joy;


We have learned to love what we once could not,

   ' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----

   Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,

   a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,


Where eternity shall not echo his name

   nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,

   for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,

   with one eye open.....


Sleep dragon! Sleep!

   death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!

   slip into the caverns of the deep,

   and be no more.....


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Afraid Of Love - For A Friend

I understand 
Truely I do 
You forget dear friend, 
I am in fact like you. 
I was once afraid, 
and if truth must be told, 
I continue to be afraid, 
even as my Darling and I grow old. 
We each have our own hopes, 
and with each soul comes individual dreams. 
To find someone who is compatable is a terrifying thing. 
But no life is a waste, no presence is less than the other, 
your co-ed was wrong, as was my mother. 
I understand your fear, 
I once drowned in it myself, 
running away, pushing away help. 
I wanted to be touched, 
I wanted to be loved, 
but It was like a fire, 
so beautiful I was afriad I would burn. 
You must swallow your fear,
wade into the water, 
once you find your own Dear, 
you will calm and know that there is no other. 
It wont come at first, 
its a gradual thing, 
but when you feel that tug on your heart, 
do not cut the strings. 
You dont just hurt yourself, 
you hurt those that care, 
the ones that dream, to be in your air. 
Open your heart, 
and be not afraid, 
soon it will come and you will rejoyce in the day.


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Internal Connection

Peace
Quiet reflection
Internal connection
External reaction
Time for visual extraction
Wisdom from the pearl
Of harmonious being
Searching and seeking
For the truth of life's meaning

Bright colors of the aura
Shine through the soul
Rainbows on the heart
Beaming spirit
Senses are awakened
Lost souls foresaken
Looking for past loves
To release the pain from before
Deep memories to explore
Internal calm
Path to harmony and joy
For now and tomorrow
Peace quietly reflects
The spiritual storm
Inner Connection
No longer torn


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My Season of You

Your season brought you to me
You traveled on a winter's wind
So crisp, refreshing, the possibility of you
You floated lightly across my mind and into my heart
It's as if you weren't real, then you weren't real
As mysteriously as you came, you left
Leaving with me thoughts of you; how you'd be when I finally met you
...kind, considerate, strong, thoughtful
I'd imagined you so many ways... most of all, here
I felt your warmth through your eyes; your smile
But, I sensed sadness; a pain that I reached for to free you
But I couldn't free you, but Him
I could only make it soft
... until He came
... to lighten your burden
... and He came when I wasn't looking
You knew and didn't tell me
But, you tried in special ways and it worked
I look back and still have you, but never did
... but still do
... signs of you
... feelings of you
... memories of you
A season's memory


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don't touch me

deal with it

i will not let my emotions
be monitored

this is me

if you do not like the 
fire 
stay away

i am me

so why not enjoy

if it were left up to me
society would be ignored

i would fly to you in my
widows' weeds with hand-
fulls of forget me nots

i would wear a purple veil
to obscure the depth of 
my sorrow

or not

i would hook you 
in the eyes and say

hi.  why me flatly

with nuance
i would move myself 
into your space
and waste us both
without dignity

i would use your arms
around me to grieve

if , only if, it were
left up to me


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Self Reflection

The shattered mirror is all that remains of her past life
Symbolizing the broken spirit of her battered soul
Yet, so reflective of light and visual interpretation
She can see where she was and where she is now

It holds not her spirit within the confine of the looking glass
As she had escaped upon the day she broke it apart
She is strong now as she looks upon it, she even smiles
Realizing, she is not the reflection of life, but the self before it


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One More Try

" ONE MORE TIME "

Stale and innocent I close my eyes.
Unpolished bones inside.
I mock my dreams, in hope I find reality.
I swim like streamers near an undying sea. 

STALE ............
INNOCENT against a stetson smell.
I CLOSE the door that circulates my emotions.
MY EYES, allergic to the the smallest particles of your  lies.
UNPOLISHED beauty, that can't be seen with the naked eye.
BONES INSIDE shiver like no other.
I MOCK the same words, over and over. ((I LOVE YOU))
MY DREAMS keep me from fading. 
IN HOPES I wake up to feel more alive.
I FIND REALITY when I close my eyes.
I SWIM LIKE the open sunrise.
LIKE, the moon you come and go.
STREAMERS NEAR and far, move real slow.
AN UNDYING SEA, I just want to fall and jump right back in.

BY;PD



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In search of ...

  


      how can one love, 
            what they cannot see

and how can they see,
        what they do not seek

    In search of, you and me ...


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A MAD ( TAG !)

   A  MAD  (TAG!) 

I am very upset right now.
I do hope many of you read my tag.
Do not care if you comment or not.
I may not answer a comment correctly.
 Do I have to ask for forgiveness.
Every time I do not understand a poem.
I am no genius.
I do not care if I do not rhyme in this one . 
Why are them ladies making me an enemy, what did I do.

Well I am done playing nice.
I am sorry I am not fully educated, but I tell you what.

You keep running people out. 
So you can drink up all the soup.
From this point on I will comment only them who comment me . 
I will block every one out, for being smarter than me.
 I also will reply with a thank U only.
I can't believe them folks who I admire Talked about me. 
I also want all you to know do not pretend to be my friend.

Every poet can have two points of view.
That is why it is called a comment.
You write it, I make it what I want it to be.
I am not Esther leaving ugly comments.
We are all armatures here like it or not.

Do not tell me I am a typo for not wanting high class words
I do not care, back stabbing ladies that is what I heard.
You and your poetry are not that perfect as well.

You can say I have no sense of poetry
You can call me a dead beat poet.
Hey!  U  can even (Shoot this poet.)
The one thing you can not take away from me
 Is my God given right to say
   "I  AM  A  POET ! "


 ----I am not going to say sorry! For expressing my anger about the gossip-----
 ----I  TAG YOU FRANK HERRERA ----- Hope you are not one of the above.


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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




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Dawning

When the sky bleeds solitude like a wounded weeping heart and the horizon’s embrace wraps valleys about eternity, then, only then, can the bountiful earth find love. Crimson dawns feed the artist eye, and poet’s pen for all that’s green and wonderful must bleed, and rise, and die. Each reflection rainbowed in cirrus cloud’s caress or white capped ocean wave combine Blue bloods of forest’s fringe between earth and sky, meadowlark and nightingale a wedding bell of bliss, the mornings brings…


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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The Unrequited Mantra

Do you still love me? 
You asked as we spooned in the night.
I will always love you, I replied.
Again you asked, 
Do you still love me?
And again my reply,
I will always love you, 
...comforted by the feelings aroused by the chant.

More than a cry for love; more than a promise
An incanted mantra, an affirmation, a prayer
A reassuring echo to your heart’s ping
A shared moment of truth…
…or only a truth in the moment, a moment passed.

We don’t hold each other in the night any more, 
for that was a decade ago…in this life.
And yet, here in my heart the echo continues, 
...still answering the now silent ping.

In moment after moment of an eternal unshared truth,
I will always love you.


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The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese

The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese


I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year, 
Like a Rainbow that comes and gets lost gradually.


No one knows when like a rainbow,
The wild geese would appear suddenly,
While changing their forms like clouds in the sky,
Mesmerizing our eyes for few seconds or more, and then,
Disappearing in the sky, like the dim vanishing evening.


The wild geese often appear in the sky,
Forming a shape like the garland of God,
And quickly changing shapes, like our emotions,
While moving in the sky like an arrow,
They sing the joyous songs of today, not tomorrow. 


Forgetting the past and the future like an arrow,
Which keeps running, until it reaches its marrow,
The destination to pierce a heart,
They create either a joy or sorrow,
While singing a song of today, not tomorrow.


Oh, September sky I watch,wonder with ,
And hope to see  them once again,
My childhood friends wild Geese,
Coming from north and vanishing in south,
Like my thoughts which arise and fall.


But this year, I did not see the winged necklaces of God,
Neither could I see a rainbow being formed,
Nor even hear  their chorus like songs,
No clanking of wings, No music of their joys,
No rise and fall of images like thoughts,
No sounds and music touching my heart.


One day,  I was stunned to hear,
The species of goose are in great danger,
Man has stolen many of even God’s necklaces,
The rainbow of birds and the grandeur of sky,
A great heritage of Nature is vanishing before our eyes.


Oh, my sweet friend,
Will I ever be able to see and hear you again?
When you would clank your wings, in the windless sky,
Creating a dance and music, on such lofty heights,
Where no musician can ever fly,
With a hope till I am here on this earth my friend,
I would keep waiting and watching 
For you O wild Geese in the September sky.


Ravindra
Kanpur India. 1st Oct. 2010

Dedicated to my loving wife Dr. Shashi Kapoor, as a birthday gift for her
Birthday on 2nd Oct. who loves animals and birds more than any thing
Else.



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Of Rabbits and Raven


Rabbits always digging, 
digging deeper, cutting into truth's marrow....


We screwed a mirror into the ceiling
of the Temple in our skulls,
jumped up through it,
discovered a world turned backwards,
sideways, upside-down.
The deeper we dig,
the higher we climb,
the rabbit hole stretches forever on.

And I smile.

An Alchemical wedding, 
an Illuminated union
shedding light upon ancient footsteps
moving into the future -
a vow of: "From before our birth,
and even after death, into a new birth."

Immersions,
conversions,
inversions merging, 
joining into a Sacred Shield.

We dine upon postcards of the Nativity,
steaming off faded stamps,
adding a fresh coat of colour,
chuckling at Raven stealing
the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
O what a Trickster!

Raven drops pearls into our eyes,
tastes the sun as lemon wedges,
passes on the seeds to us.
We water seedlings with tears
of vulnerability and fading fears,
feeling shoots sprout into trees,
feeling unfolding mysteries.

The ancient footsteps 
ignite a futuristic beat.
Above, 
cities burn,
the world is on fire,
but the drums do not cease
as we keep jumping through mirrors.

Mirrors reflected in dilated pupils,
dilated pupils reflected in mirrors.
No matter the course,
stars shine on,
shine with souls,
souls become stars,
stars are seeds for even more trees,

and pearls continue to drop into our eyes
as we navigate the twisting burrow,
meandering along a path where Raven flies.









July 8th, 2012


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Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me,
though much time has passed and
we have not talked, we have not met?
Do you ever wonder how I am,
what I've done, where I've been?
Do you ever picture in your mind
how the years have changed my face,
lined my brow, slowed my pace?
I often think of you, as you were,
when I'm blue...how we two
would talk the night away then
greet the day with smiles and laughter --
ready to face the roads ahead,
the crooked miles we'd walk alone --
but, after, waiting to relax again,
to smile once more, trusting that
we'd meet some time and talk till day,
with nothing changed that counts at all...
still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.


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A Longing for Springtime

How beautiful our love was
In the springtime of our lives.
How tender was your touch—
Your fingers caressed my body
As softly as a willow’s leaves
Brush the waters of a still lake
In the wake of a soft breeze—
I felt each ripple spread 
Outward over me,
Consuming me with 
The pulse of your passion.
The vessel I use to contain these 
Precious memories keeps longing 
To return to our springtime,
Where time stood still and our hearts
Remained impenetrable 
To the outside world. 
How cold this winter has become.


For Chris D. Aechtner's Free Verse for Winter Contest


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TO ALL MY SOUPER FRIENDS

I wanted to thank each of you personally,but there are to many
of you so I am writing this to all who have been willing to put up
with my sad and dark poems and all the kind comments you have
made.I have been overwhelmed with friendship since I joined the soup.
I never knew there were people like all of you out there,but I have
discovered that there is.I have struggled all my life with depression,
and other mental illnesses.My outlook on life is said through
my poems.I don't know myself when I will decide I can't take the pain
anymore.It is a day to day struggle for me.HG,you asked me how could
you write a suicide poem and not die?I can't answer that question,
and Douglas Ace you asked what our friendship means to me?That I
can answer.It means more than anything to me and your kind and 
gentle words are all taken to heart.Linda Marie has also helped through
my trying times.Jeralynn Clark,and James Fraser, wrote a poem for me,
which I appreciate more than words can say.I wanted to write this to
everyone and I hope you all get everything you ask for.I can't keep
fighting the feelings that I feel about ending it all.It is a day after day
feeling and I am tired.I will watch over all of you.I just can't hold on
to the future when all I think about is the past.You all think I need
help and I agree ,but have yet to find the help that is going to change
the way I feel.Please read my poem Is There A Heaven.When I find
out you all will be the first to know.I must go now and I hope you
all can understand why.Thank you I know isn't enough but I don't know 
what else to say to show how much you all meant to me.Peace and 
Love to all of you.Pray for me.

                                                     YOUR SOUPER FRIEND,
                                                       Colleen Marie Bono


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Bouquet Of Peace

A delicate pink rose brings me a new voice A bright red rose takes my breath away A yellow rose melts my heart like no other A white rose shows me the purity of life A rose bouquet of peace to share with all
Entry into contest of Moses New Contest: New or Old poems, Beautiful, 10 lines or less 2nd Place Winner


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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


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'and another stiff one for my drunken pen'

mulberry moonshine




the world can be a rabid dog, a goD frothing backwards while Mr. Clean reads 
a sermon from the pulpit as a false prophet causing me to yell, "Shim-shum 
shimmeny-shum, up from the shadows of the Shoalin slum! Fee-fi-foe-fum, 
eye smell the blood of a fallen one!" My pen was a sword, 'twas inevitable eye 
would end up skewered upon its venomous tip as violence begets violence yet 
silence is just a distorted sort of violent indifference. Live by the s.word, die by 
the s.word, so eye buried ghosts in the sands of Kyushu, revamped my stylo 
into a drunken vomit spewing masochist churning blood and piss into another 
batch of sum county mulberry moonshine. Instead of a wu-tang sword, eye have 
me a la la la la la la la la la lush of a drunken quill spilling forth the woo to the foo 
times twenty-two thousand and dirty-three. Blame it on the pen, but wot came first,
the chicken or the egg? Who is the bad influence on whom, weaving excuses on a 
loom propped up by yet another empty bottle of the wicked county prune. Eye want 
to write lines of eloquence filled with bullfrogs and butterflies, rainbows and baby's 
breath, but this drunken pen has a mind of its own, slithering in-between the scene 
of salesmen saying it from rusted metallic mountaintops, "I have found the way, 'tis 
not YOUR way, so cut your hair son ok!" Hey hey hey! wot are you referring to? 
Elohim, miholah, bespolah, holapsfofahcahmall? ?Fofahcahmall? Theysbe suddenly 
sounding very small while this pen of mine is drinking itself into a stupour, brewing 
up another stew of vomiticus grammaticus long.windy.gusts - eye didn't intend on 
rhyming these lines, my drunken pen has once again taken over, pushing me to 
letgoletgo and pray in hopes that it drinks itself straight in order for bullfrogs,
butterflies and everything nice like sugar, lollipops and rainbows to finally begin to 
show from out of the freaky flow of this ultra triple-distilled drunken ink - slow right 
down into something quaint and normal, wash this drunken mess down the sink 
without having to fink with my dirty think, my dirty think - the first sign of the crime 
is denial - drunken pen, drunken hand? Drunken hand, drunken pen? Oh good Lord, 
here come the bends once again, yeah, here come the bends again, there's only one 
thing left to do and it's to fold this paper into a neat package eye can mail off to the 
People-In-The-Sky so they can offer me some insight into all of the reasons why


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Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


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ONLY YOU

                                    Never thought, never knew,
                           that some day I'd find a woman like you.
                                    A woman with pure delight.
                       A woman who's mind is so aimlessly bright, that
              the sacrifices made brings the world underneath your sunlight.
                           A woman with thoughts and emotions that
                                 are defined through her eyes.
                   Laying next to her our thoughts mount up as one and
                                      disappear in deep sky's.

                                  Yes adversity will come and go,
                           but in life, with faith we'll constantly grow
            Although there are tears shed and pain that we will seldom share,
                    No other individual will come close enough to compare
                              Time we've spent is no regret to me,
                               Just hope you and I will forever be.


"An old piece"


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Surfing On Sine Waves (A collaboration with Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen)

Brain-Rose opens up to morning rays,
as neurons grab boredom,
hitting stormy water,
surfing on sine waves
until the oscillating surge abates.

  Crystalline clarity of calm
  shines through polygon windows in the sand-
  shoreline stretches beyond the eyes
  reflecting flickering flames of candles
  breathing in a secret oxygen.

Never claimed to fully understand you-
fell in love with the images blossoming in my mind.
Did you ever figure out exactly what I meant?
Hope I still touched some eternal part of you
as you stumble through polygon windows in the sand,
surfing on sine waves.

  Don't you remember?
  I know you better than I know myself.
  When the smoke cleared
  you were the only one left standing
  amongst the damage of centuries;
-(still trying hard to cleanse away the stains)-
  your eyes climbed deep into my soul
  and I knew how we could never turn back.
-(my closet is filled with dancing skeletons)-

I know you better than I know myself,
like a signpost offering clues and directions.
The others turned on us;
the others failed,
becoming shadows of their former selves,
empty dry husks blowing in the wind.

      The ones who want us back

               pushed us too far away.

The ones who want us back, pushed us too far forward.

          We can never go back

       to those times and places, having changed beyond recognition.

                   We can only push forward

           sucked out by the tide

                pulled down by the undertow

  moving along with guiding currents

           until we finally find a shoreline that fits our needs

        and fills our souls with the nourishment we crave.


  We must continue stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
  surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
  watching ourselves become reborn over and over again,
  watching each other move beyond the borders of dreams.

             The ones who want us back,
             pushed us too far away.

                    The ones who want us back,
                    pushed us too far forward.

                        
      So, we grabbed boredom and pain,
      stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
      surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
      waiting for the oscillating surge to abate,
      waiting for future horizons to break through this mist.





**This is a collaboration written with: Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen**


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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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I Celebrate Easter

Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.  
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give 
us eternal life.

Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb. 
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
of us.

This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with 
his everlasting love for us.


For Linda-Marie's  "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
03/30/2012
4th Place Winner


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You Say....

you say you love me….

would you kiss these lonely lips
           wanton and aching
with all the passion they long for
         (begging 
                  and lust hungry red)

would you touch this starving body
with hands as desperate to caress
as this needy skin pines for
roaring out thunder in its fire
bursting flames of desire

tell me…would you love me
like it’s the first time
            (like the one you never forgot)
hold me in arms tough enough
to weather these lightning storms

I am told they can be quite tempestuous

is this forever…I want to know….

eternity is a long time….

is there a guarantee that it won’t end
with my brown eyes weeping
lost amid the drift of solitude 
wailing out regret for trusting
tears of raw ripping blood
that fall beneath the ocean 
         (I formed at my feet 
                          with past scars)

will I watch the sun shine fade out
on a windy shore fraught with storms
    as you ride off into the sunset
just a  ghost now of that perfect man
that once said he  “loved” my heart

now astride a black stallion
             a wild dash out of here
legs clenched to muscled sides
          as he gallops out of sight
my heart broken in disrepair

eternity is a long time....

what if I were to fall…a blind plummet
do you have the strength to catch me
do you have the patience it takes
to endure this wild red headed girl 
with sad eyes and strange laughter
                  tumbling out at odd times 

“confusing and exasperating”
contemplating universal concepts 
      at inconvenient times
when you find it least interesting

tell me can you endure

you say you love me….


will you reach through the clamor
        of a naked heaven 
         black and bruised 
      and capture my heart 
       like a strong man can
and hold it in work rough hands
         
        (the heat may burn your palms)

          a timid hummingbird 
       that wants to fly a free sky
  but wants to stay inside your arms
always battering the cage of its prison


so tell me

do you love me?

eternity is a long time…..


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Soon

Again, there will be water - Soon!
In sleep -  the deaf silence
reminded me - last night 
a leaf withered...
It reminded me of the vase
In which we were the three of us
Dreaming a dream with dew
Sipping from the month of May...
...and little by little my stem
withered in distress
and my painful leaves
found an excuse in Death...


Again, there will be water - Soon!
With little, gentle handfuls 
the Life's cup is filling
with crystals of desire
I dream a hopeful dream
regenerating roots
There is the water - plenty
and Oxygen enough... 

written at 13, translated now


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Earth Hour 2012

Trying to do my part for Earth Hour 2012,
by consuming less electricity.
Now, I realize the hypocrisy
surrounding such an endeavor,
but I can at least try
by adding a drop into the rusty, broken bucket.

Prior to shutting off the lights,
I didn't do the intelligent thing
of relieving myself,
nor did I remember having melted all of the candles the night before,
in a ritualistic attempt at summoning Vomiticus Grammaticus.
The flashlights are dead,
no batteries to be found,
and clouds have draped over the moon.

Finally making it to the loo
with only a few bruises to show for,
I am halfway through my release,
when a turtle begins peeking out from between my cheeks.
This starts a chain reaction of muscular clenching,
which causes me to piss all over myself
as I maneuver to extract the sneaky turtle with a loud splash.
Aside from using less electricity,
I also vowed not to use excessive amounts of water,
so I simply wipe soiled hands through my hair,
drop skivvies and britches to the floor,
and make my way outside, into the crisp, night air.

A breeze blows upon my *ding-a-ling,
filling me with contentment, causing me to sing.
Before I know it,
the neighbourhood dogs are all braying along,
and the Earth Hour has turned into a full night.

The moon breaks free from cloudy clutches,
basking us in its newly found freedom and light.
Together we howl up at the moon,
take turns sniffing bottoms,
and joyfully piss on the fence.



*the bell on my tricycle




If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour 
on Earth Hour 2012, March 31, 8:30pm. Thank You! 

Aside from my usual exploits of tree-hugging,
I can only try even harder in reducing my carbon footprint
by using less electricity, water, disposable items,
recycling anything and everything possible,
and also by continuing to plant more trees.
I urge people to go far beyond just a single Earth Hour,
turning words into actions, and an expanding awareness
towards a greener, more environmentally sustainable lifestyle.


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Shar W, Sharon T, Emilia, Charma, Ruben, Mitch, Phong, and Hicky

Smiles light my eyes as I think of them, 
I see them as my Soup waves~
they come and go, they go and come,
these people who've lit up my visits here
Some of them fleeting, some of them lasting,
those moments instilled in me forever...I hope they wave hello

She is the epitome of substance and class,
a Huge honor for me to call her friend
She's the ever graceful angel,
with her beautiful poetry, with her thoughtful actions
It's always a treat when I see her pass here,
Sweet Shar, thank you so much for always being there!

Another precious gem is she, my friend beyond poetry,
she's been an inspiration even before Soup
Her eloquent poems always touch my heart,
I miss how her memorable verses flow effortlessly...
And even if I only see her once in a blue moon,
Wonderful, caring Sharon, I'm so grateful for your lasting friendship!

She is like me in so many ways, Emilia is such a dear
Her poetry speaks right through me, a deep soul
that swims in an ocean of thoughts and dreams
How I hope this sweet Pisces girl lends flavor back here
In any case, I'm so thankful that I've gotten to know her...
Dearie, poetry hugs us, as I do, te imbratisez!

The charming Charma is also unforgettable,
her sweet and romantic words are always a pleasure to read.
She's someone I've also shared dessert recipes with,
together with hopes, prayers and dreams...
She always leaves wonderful encouraging words
Lovely friend, I'm so thankful for the support you've given me!

and although fleeting, these men have always made me smile...

Ruben, his smile alone can light up the page...
His wise, witty words and ever generous heart
pave the way for memorable poetry that leaves lumps in throats--
I hope you're doing good wherever you are, thank you for fun times!

Mitch, I wonder where he's driving now, 
whether someone else has captured his heart?
A talented man who can write poems in a flash, 
thank you for the inspiring and kind words, I hope you're doing ok!

Phong, haiku guy in search for the perfect rump...
Makes me think if he ever found a non-jiggly one for his rotisserie
Shame, he was here only for a short while, but ah, the laughter he elicited
Thanks so much for that, I hope you're dabbling more in free verse poetry!

Hicky, the ever sweet old gentleman with kind words...
his poetry always left me with a sense of wonder and smiles.
How I pray that he's doing good, and that his book writing is doing well,
Thank you my dear Hicky, I sure miss you here!



-nikko :)


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Affliction

I kneel my knees to please the Above
Dying to eat every word from the hope
Went to the prominent land with great gurus
Sitting on the hot seat, listening to them

Time came for judgement holding the swords of my fear
First battle got victory but it wasn't remain long
Tears suddenly rolled down not because of failures
But for the companions stood better to receive the crown 

In the dark sited with a small light of candle
Regrets with gigantic question, "what did I do wrong?"
The unending question covered the beating heart
Marked the loneliness to face the bright shine

Under the humiliation around the eyes 
Expected that it would I overcome!
Turning my head towards the abstruse gem
Gives brilliant views and bogus fate!


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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


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Heartbeat

Morning dew dripping from my eyelids
doors banging at the center of my heart
as the symphony gets ready to start.
the flute begins with a champion song
while the listless crowd jeers merrily along.
brass, rhythm and base
my lips tremble with sadness,
and I could not escape this emptiness.
The sound increased,
but the pain did not cease.
Tump
thump
lub-dub
ba- bum
chanting sounds from the congo drums
reduced me to crumbs.
The violin ushers in,
and the vibrating trumpet sound begins
The chords get louder and louder
exploding emotions in the air,
leaving me cold,
empty and bare.
The manipulative trombone echoes through my ears,
and the deceiving guitar tune appears,
in one second  everything was said
and I scrambled hopelessly to my bed.
It rips up my innate passion
while they look upon me without compassion.
I waited for an answer
but he was entwined with the belly dancer.
The symphony increase,
every beat exposed
the daunting rhythm to my piercing soul.
they appear one by one,
raging without control
Tubo, trombone,
French horn and bassoon
harps ,tiako and bamboo flutes
made their speechless debut,
heartbeat telling me the truth.

©2013 Christine Phillips





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13

Now I enter a new day with nervous breaths

A return of innocence

The red balloon that you want to win
In summer’s carnival

That hand you want to hold
But can’t
	
Those goosebumps that embed an uplifting silence

Pacing by the phone,
Echoes of ringtones and comfort greetings

A deep blue sky during autumnal Saturday mornings

Where, now,
I find myself standing by a solitary chair
In a school dance

As “Right here Waiting” plays in 500 watt flirtations
Hoping she accepts this dance

Living for the remembrance of you

Romantic palpitations reaching towards handwritten memories

Living for your remembrance of me

This 13 yr old heart
Beating
Beating
Towards a smile of irrevocable consequences

Caressing ivory keys upon resilient sunflowers

Awaiting our smiles to rendezvous unto willful sunrises

Our solemn faces against shoulders
Swaying to a never-ending stanza

Missing you, like The Police,
With every breath I take

©Drake J. Eszes


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A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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gray day turned upside down



Upside down rainbows 
would be what my smiles are
right now...

as colorful and as bright,
just seeing these
beautiful reminders
of hope

two rainbows from the 
rainbow nation
from one
bright and sunny friend
and her niece

how very fitting
and awesome...

gray day
turned 
upside down :D




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**Thank You, Wilma for these wonderful pics ^_^
super smiling right now, love them --mwahugs!^_^


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On Wings of Moogsmoorwood

She mentioned being walluntorspearsed about me,
but it is I, who should instead, be walluntorspearsing about her.

I have flown towards the sun on wings of moogsmoorwood,
only to crash into the harsh leavened steppes of Inglesnegativebroten.
After mending bones and burghainboggles,
I found myself in the middle of wandering Wartanwursters,
drooling for a taste of my blood,
gnashing their sharp schneezers.

I have died a thousand deaths,
been resurrected by the prayers of virtue,
by the Hoodoo of Hearsaylookspeaknottooloudeoles,
and Wax Saints in the mountains of Fleurflippantistan.

With a magnolia in my mouth,
spider's webs spun over crowns,
and a charcoal circle on my hand,
I fly on wings of moogsmoorwood,
with peace, love and the folly to be found in-between.

And yet, she walluntorspearses about me!
Is she naive, or is she a Saint?
Is she hollow, or is she filled with golden rain?
Does she truly know wot she is biting into?

Ah yes, the questions keep moving through my mind,
filling me with walluntorspearse,
for I cannot quite figure out if she is strong enough
to face the truth about Grimm-Gloommers,
or if she is in fact strong enough to take them on -
to open my eyes wide enough,
to let her have a go at them without meddling in the outcome,
to prove that I can stop walluntorspearsing about her....


....that she may very well be stronger than I.
Yes. The possibility alone, already offers a calming salve.


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Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


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Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

Mysterious figures springs 
.. out of the steep hill sides
Hour of mysteries and fantasies

You`ve been runnin`for too long
Now you`ll be hiding in the dark
Protected behind Mother Nature`s shield

At the break of dawn
Mother Nature, relieve my pain
This time it may very well be my last
Take this injured bird up to the mountain range 
Let it spread its wings, and learn to fly again

Soar above high mountain peaks
Colorful valleys - all from a birds eye
Its all I know.. All I ever wanted to know
Great Spirit of Nature.. keep me under your protective wings
Lift my soul and let it fly, let me learn to fly again


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

* Inspired by finding a little bird who had fallen out of its nest earlier this year.See ya:-)


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On The Bank Of Eden

On the bank of my heart's Eden,
Reunited, but parted, were life and I,
By an unseen veil.

And now I stand,
Watching,
The unearthly land,
Whose beautiful weather,
I cannot feel but sense,
Is something more than spring,
And held away by an arcane fence,
There stand the angelic flowers blossoming,
Whose sweet scents,
And colours really soothing,
I know are there,
There presence I can swear,
But I am barred to perceive,
More than as if in a monochromatic dream.

I see the colours,
And the lights,
But not enough bold are my sights,
To carry them across the door to my soul,
As they do not know,
Where the door is hidden,
Maybe in the very Eden.

Maybe below the long, green grass,
Made of emeralds' slivers,
Fore whose assuaging greenness my eyes crave.
Or maybe under those godly rivers,
Flowing into the oceans of light,
Maybe in the core of air, in flight,
The heavenly air, 
To breath in which, I long,
And to fill it with a freedom song,
To light candles of peace in its each layer.

The saintly air,
In which I dream to disperse,
Like prophetic words,
That can echo the divine call,
To open the doors to my soul.
I look at my Eden through the invisible wall,
Knowing, somehow, that one day,
The wall will be melted away,
By my tears,
Swept away,
By the breeze of my prayers.

I stand praying to be reunited,
With my breaths, my soul, my flight,
Gazing at the wonderful but distant sight,
With my heart heavy,
Corners of my eyes wet,
I pray that I may get,
And reach soon, what is mine,
Feeling to have heard,
A whisper from the divine,
That to reach it, I have been destined.


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Live The Cliches


I. (love)

We are meant to live the clichés,
resuscitating words
and rehabilitating their wounds
into a fertile viewpoint,
building respirators from clichés
to filter-out the virulent dust kicked-up
by the marching pigs.

(revived clichés offer back breath
in an exchange of circular breathing)

The swine contort love
into armaments of antipathy,
aiming where it hurts most --
pushing buttons, 
squeezing triggers, 
pulling pins. 

Even though we are natural born hypocrites,
we don't have to let this corner us
into using love as a weapon.

The pen is mightier than the sword,
so I wield both,
sharpen my quill on the blade's edge.

If need be, use the pen for a counter-strike,
but only channel love in defence.


II. (poetry)

The pigs march to a beat 
of nuclear blasts
that bring poetry's flag
nearer to half-mast.


Poetry should stand on its own merit,
instead of leaning on smiles hiding shanks
constructed with aspirations of popularity,

or smiles filled with slivers 
from far too much fence-sitting,
too worried about the moral majority,
to see the complexity within simplicity

and clarity,

or

propped-up against degrees
writing poems drier than the Sahara --

husks of aspartame-laced lines
tumbling across dunes, only to be imploded 
by atomic-pork mushroom clouds, 

their fallout marring parchment 
into a wasteland 
devoid of accountability and integrity.


III. (dreams)

We must not fear saying: "never".
Surrender to love, but never surrender
to the jealous captains attempting
to hook and net the defenders of Neverland.

Never lose faith in Neverland.

With compasses of conscience
beating in hearts kept young,
navigate through the smoke and mirror smog
emitted by the marching dead.

We must never give up on our dreams.

Dream about the courage needed 
to love everyone and everything,
to even find love for our enemies
conducting genocide upon
the language of a purer intent --

to dream about word-seedlings
pushing through the arid rind
of dying poetry,

in hope for a more organic fruition
connected closer to our hearts,

in hope that poetry 
will once again stand on its own merit.




07.30.2013







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Beyond A Last Goodbye

If it were my time to pass
  that day....at last
    ...where I needed to pick and choose
       the proper words to use
         On that one last night, my eyes would see the stars that shine
           or shadow of the moon
             And the time we thought would be forever was over
                And the paths we walked, must now be severed

       Never would I want to see your tears
       Never would I want to measure time, or loss, or what the years have cost

       I would hope to walk my thoughts through clover
       I would hope to find my voice rising like a silver sound
       As a white moth drifting…from flower to white flower
       Peaceful and sure
       Person to person
       With love, assurance, gratitude
       However the words be said…
       I pray that they will leave in their void…a peace, instead

For days have slid into years, years into decades
       If death silences the words
       Nothing will silence the truth of what we have shared
       Nothing will silence how much we have loved

 For goodbye is just a word, a simple word that does not matter…

       I will be the white moth….forever, I’ll hover
                  When goodbyes must be said
                     Don't dwell on the sadness,  we'll be here together…

                         I will still be here….I will be your wings
                         I will flutter my own, we will need no words
                                  Watch for me….that moth will be me
                                        and the voice you hear

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Battling Addiction

Sitting on the easel of life
a portrait of a man
so much in love with that
to tempt the mood,
a need to caress his wanton spirit
when becoming a spent part of life’s toxic waste,
his need to step off the world
to escape its inhabitants
from choking him to death.
Yet somehow somewhere deep within
his sunken soul a desire,
to carve out a memorial in poetry
with words now strange to him,
but words they were of love
words of flowers, sunshine and simple things like that.
Yet his battle against his poison
was arduous and on the wane,
when suddenly amongst a throng of internet poets
an angel appeared,
one to care, when magically she began
to chase away the need,
when painting a different picture of the world
one he once knew when that he was of a child,
one he needed to be able to reach out to,
When across virtual reality many words of love, tenderness
sincerity, words of understanding and purpose.
Yet with an abruptness she gave him a choice
“Lie down my friend” She said “Defeated and die”
Or rise everyday with the perpetual sunrise and live,
give something of yourself, anything to help those
going down the same road, your road to despair,
you can build on that, with your love your understanding
and with it your body your mind your soul will be cleansed!


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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


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The Jew and a Nazi


Singing praise of past lives
with the dreams of swastikas and rose-tinted spectacles
floating through my head.
One moment, a Polish Jew,
the next, an Aryan German -
dual reflections held in the iron gaze
of a predatory raptor and the sharp-angled, six-pointed star
perpetually spinning, reopening wounds
which the weeping Roses of Sharon cannot heal.


I held you in my youthful arms, 
serpents rising from the secret codes of my loins, 
and I worshipped you as an old, universal lover 
as I penetrated your dark womb;
a sanctified temple of Angels and Daemons.
    
Initially we prayed to the inverted graves
sliding through oil-slicked skies,
so young of heart and mind we were. 
Our love was purified in the hellish Axis-kiln 
paralleling the flames flickering against our skin. 

The vessel of our love shone like glass, 
cooling off to less dangerous levels 
in the forgiving breeze of empathy
(aside from the fact that when I watched you move,
the world stood still for me).

And then we wiped away the green grins from the glass.
 
We became one pulse,  
the Jew and a Nazi
teaching each other how one should not pray to 'him' alone, 
for both phallic powers are needed 
to light the spark of creation:
    
"Our Father AND Mother who art in Heaven(after), 
hallowed be both thy names."

Male and female energies 
breathing life into each other,
fusing together 
like slightly distorted transvestite, Siamese twins. 
    
We wanted to stay in our fleshly pleasures, 
but our minds spread wings. 
Taking flight, 
ascending smoothly within turbulence, 
we transformed into golden light, 
moving invisible objects with our thoughts,
removing shackles, opening secret locks,
figuring out who was who --

who were the real Jews, and who were the true Nazis,
who were the Angels and who were the Daemons....

....who were Daemons and who were Angels. 









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michael jordan, poet soul - you are it

a poet's soul is brimming with life
through tragedies and glorious highs,
we all are connected; we all deeply care;
a poet's soul speaks to the heart in us all.

this poet i have recently come to know
personfies overcoming tremendous odds
with grace, honesty and a generous spirit
this poet writes truth, deeply rooted in faith.

i feel blessed to know this kind, poet soul
his writing inspires and encourages by example
to whom do i speak of you wonder, i know,
michael jordan, poet soul; this tag is for you.


~the lovely & talented joseph spence wrote a tag 
for me, this is my first; i hope you enjoy~


***thank you joseph, i hope i did ok***


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My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


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silicate sanctuary

ignited by silver grains
    and salty air
we weave a dream…

of crenellated comfort
    and misty moats
decked before an ocean
    of brilliant blue

wistful waves whisper
    their saliferous surf
upon beckoning beaches
    below a backdrop
of magnificent mountains
    birthing tumbling streams
of white water wonder
    that chase and cavort
round rocky ravines
    and careen over cliffs
to cascade into plunge pools
    before flowing through
enchanted forests
    of multi hued green

burying our burdens
    and daring our dreams
the briny raindrops
    of our cheeks
evaporate with the ocean
    to be returned
pure and clear
    from the mountain of hope
and river of deliverance… 

as we climb the crystal stairs
    free of fettering chains
to taste the tender trophy
    of pent up unbridled passion
that we have wished
    and waited for
since first our auras
    collided
in a world of words


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-- after having written 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,002 poems

Eye understand the purging processsSsss,
the simplicity of catharsis -
heated caterwauls wailing in alleys
with porch lights shot through by moths of powdered blame, regret

and guilt. Continuously, I read the poems of others:

"Poor me! Poor, poor pathetic me,
my heart is going to wither away!
Because of YOU! Because of YOU!
I hate you now,
you spineless whore.
Why did you leave me shattered
upon the harsh surface of broken dreams?"

"Slam! Slam! Slam! I have a big gun, you'd better run!"

Japanese Whispers - "Lost in a forest           -           all alone."

"All together now, let's sing Kambojah."
__

Oh, I feel the pain, feel the nightmares
unfolding in the minds of others,
a clairvoyant, empathetic twister I am;
I don't wear a tin-foil helmet.

and the dreams, the beautiful dreams of light

The words fill me,
vowels and consonants bridge murkiness
with an astounding clarity.
Windows
into
even
the
most
simple moments touch me deeply.

Of smothered hope
rekindled hope
sunken coffins
bats and belfrys
rainbows arcing                --               introspection flowing across the nostalgia of 
porch-swings, dripping peaches, the scent of a newborn baby, the existentialism 
of bee-headed bishops, forbidden touches, slippery, secretive pantings.

After having written 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,002 poems,
I became tired of writing for/about myself in a certain way.
I lost my way,
desiring the vain-glory of spotlights,
far too entrenched in devices,
and the: I-am-so-cool-I-am-too-cool-to-be-warm-crowd.
Curdlings of avant-garde souring my morning coffee,
the hollow musings of lost souls reaching out of sugar-cubes,
reaching for something more
than their silly, inane routines of simply surviving. Simply surviving.
I understand.

I read poems
as gifts for my soul.
But for me, it isn't quite as easy to reciprocate,
for I am a rhombohedral, hexagonal ____________.

It was only after being able to reach deep inside myself,
pulling out a purity of intention,
to finally, finally write poems for another           -        as gifts
with no expectations or strings attached,
that I was able to give back,
to fully express how deeply the words have touched me all along....


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Alone in the unknown land

I am alone,in this unknown land
The way back as a losers game,I played
Wanna live it bravely but at times I fail....
Me who cries for the gone past,me myself call a pessimist

Past which teach me a lot
Life a teacher,teach me happily the sorrows...
Me jealous of those happy ones
Thinks its a curse alone for me or may the fate...

Still my goals are firm
I'm not ready to leave it for the past
But for the future
I am ready to fight for my life

Me not a selfish ! Still want something,not for me 
But to help the world,The ones who are alone..........


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whispers in silence

What keeps me awake
When the cool breeze bears whispers of things to come
Promises to be fulfilled on the morrow?

Is it my joyless moment of cognizance
knowing that this stagnant night ripples from no real breeze
Only imagined promises birthed on the whims of a longing heart?

Yet, what keeps me awake
is not these dreams of flattering winds
but it is this night of lifeless branches and unrifled leaves
the lack of real whispering winds taunting my heart
What truly keeps me awake
Is the silence of tomorrow.


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Kindergarten: Huntress

Part your lips, I will swallow your fears, swallow death entwined within your roots, and give birth to a flowing meadow. Part your lips a little more, take my breath, take it all, hold it in - give it back to me and I will feed you the sky, show you how to dine upon the night-hawk soaring in my eyes - soaring, breathing, death breathing life back into a horizon of broken language. I dissolve into you, always had boundary issues, never quite fit into kindergarten because of it. What's mine is mine is yours. My land is your land, my body is your body. Push your fingers into the gashes they made for me, into the gashes I made for myself. Taste the pain, taste the pleasure - I sharpen my fangs upon your incisors. Huntress, I am your willing supplicant, together we burn as stars, we burn as stars, the city lights below dance for us. __ They spun in the distance, spun closer into vapour, parting the biting cold of winter.... ....they came together, they come together, inside-outside of time.


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The Bloodstone



How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?

Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?

I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...



*sura 96


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DESTROYING the KID

  DESTROYING the KID

It’s about time you came around.
I have waited long with my pants dropped down.
Did you say, “CHICKEN!" Mmm, I love chicken.
My favorite comes in white meat.
My fingers I'm still licking.
I read your slam it had no defeat.
My little Poet Destroyer friend, you called me.
I am not the one with the Kidster name.

You play this gambling game so well.
Like a convict, you will be the first to bail.
Giving you pleasure, making your slam sound so innocent.
You make the Kidster name band from hell.
Hitting you with a slam, that makes your tear drop like hail.
Stick to nice poetry, your slamming just got stale.
In the middle of your so call slam. 
I felt you tried so hard you broke a nail.

In the meantime, this is what I expect.
The freedom so you can speak nice to me.
Like Kid Rock, the real red neck.
You also cannot slam what you cannot see.
Do not destroy what can't be destroyed.
I am always one-step, on top of this deck.
Kidster you’re hot just got watered down to mild.
You have a short hand when it comes to a slam style.
Flip me over and yell, "This Jokers Wild!"
Kidster I lightly slam the cards you dealt me.

This Destroyer is going to slam you back.
Like a trip with tricks and treats.
A slam so hard you will not be able to stand on your feet
Come back when you are ready to get up off your knees
For you I'm rolling up my sleeves, I will not stop until you retreat.
What about my mama?
I thought we were on the same team.
You slam just like my grandma.
Wait! I take that back, she always slams my grandpa mean.
Hey Kidster do me a favor, put your head on a DONKEY.
Show every one there is two sides to you.

By the way, Kidster just with your name I can have fun.
I do hope they let you read this in day care.
I hope you were not expecting a nursery rhyme.
You know better we grownups do not play fair.
Hey, Kidster after this you may need to change your diaper!

              This has all been fun and games.
              Billy the Kidster if you are up for tag 2.
              I will come back as JESSE JAMES.
              Making you a fool..
By; PD


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Eleventh, March

A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
    enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant 
         Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.

empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits

Arighting the entropy--
 "Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering! 

A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
  ushering life amidst rubble, 
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
 Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos, 
     ultimately touching azure

Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
  nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...

As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
                     blush unfurling light...


Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.








0330040203042013



11th March 2011

**It has been two years since Japan encountered 
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and 
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...

They are still slowly picking up the pieces, 
so much needs to be done, 
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.

It may take long, long years, 
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.




****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
 It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that 
I would have never thought of on my own....




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An angels wing

My dearest friend, i truly hope these words of council find you well
Word has come upon my ear that you are in much need of a warm speech
Means find me not suited to come exchange words personally, yet my soul is with you
Yes many moons have passed since we last stood to our own shadows, this i cant deny
Only if you knew of recent events that have scared my spirit deeply ever now
Loose not thy faith, for at times like this it is the only warmth that one could find real
The hand of life presses firmly on, yet i plea to you and stand strong it will be hard
Open your eyes, and bless Him that loves us all, His life he gave that you may draw breath
Gently feel the wind, listen it whispers of better times that are still to come
Pay mind to the wise council of God, for joy lays in the days of he whom keeps it
Lift your troubles, embrace the present, look back knowing it's long gone
Learn if you can, mistakes only aid the growth of wisdom in each spirit
Ignore the tounges that speak to their own benefit, seek the joy of your own soul
Dont you see tomorrow they claim their joy, least you whom still seeks to theirs
Aid those whom you can, tomorrows moon will look down upon you with gratitude
For those whom aid the sons of God, build treasure up in heven where rust ceases to be
Let the colors of life be painted unto your canvas where your story begins
Bear the fruits of whom you are high, for life alone is but a gift
Love with your all, make mistakes we all fall short from the glory of God
He knows you better than anyone else, love Him and see his blessing poured unto you
Listen that my verse fades unto nothing, pause and take note of facts that stand
My knowledge comes from one greater over all the earth
Jehova my God loves you, take  then hope beneath my wing, and angels wing


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POE IN TREE

I have dropped my pains on pages of poems,
the ink in my pen treasures my groans,the 
quill is my sword, with edges sharp enough
to sculpt the perfect picture, the quill is the
only thing you got when those devils try to 
get ya, the only warmth when those men or
women forget ya, I bet ya a million bucks 
and yes it sucks, but poetry is more than
just writing, its healing, remedy of feeling, 
dealing with the worst of you,  quenched the
thirst of you, a doctor or a nurse to you, 
sometimes you  get delusions and think it
gave birth to you, as it pours on its immensity
of worth on you, that's what enchanting words
will do.



One day I gave poe to a dying tree 
now it has grown it looks fine to me, boy oh 
boy the tree said to me, if it wasn't for your 
poe in tree  another day I wouldn't have seen,
but now I have STRONG roots running below
city's a million  feet strong and a billion feet 
long and I can stand to bear the blues jay on 
my branches, with songs all day long, I wrote his 
song it went like this poe in tree poe in tree gave
ETERNAL bliss to thee, oh by the way, I am
the tree saved by poe in tree poetry poetry


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Love them and share with them...the poor and needy......

World is amazing,as described by philosophers
but...what actually in world is amazing
The suffering,of those caught by the waves of fate.
Why there are rich and poor,
god could have created only rich!
Then why did he do so,to make the world balanced.
Rich can serve poor by loving them and giving them,
so they are blessed with more.
Poor can survive with the help of rich.
Balance which is needed,created by our god...but, 
is it followed ?
Rich are becoming more rich and poor are still in the hands of poverty
Condition of world is wonderful.
God, fooled by the rich.
The balance of world is lost..
World fears god...its shivering is heard in many parts.
Help the world god.....please..


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UPROOTING THE HEART VEINS

backside, front slide
whatever celtic profile
drips into the moon's pool
shawls twirl of mirrors unbidden
phrases and alphabets of waters wander
collapsing around the waist of marbles unturned

shelter me with a thousand
embraces from the moon's blankets
the wind torments me with granite whistles
when mother dusk wails for morsels of  biblical mercy
this decadent night crawls with exiled breaths. i breathe.


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How Does One Write POETRY

I can imagine : staring in the eyes of : Elizabeth Barret Browning
Seeing the " Glory of LOVE '; bring on the " Sorrow of LOVE "
The sweet outstanding " Black LOVE " of Edgar Allen POE
" Edna St. Vincent Millay " and I Believe in GOD'S Creation

To  sit beside Carrie Richards; Watching POETRY Created
To Live , In the mind of  the Teacher “ Carolyn  Devonshire”
To Understand the Language , as the  Great Master “ Dr. Ram Mehta “
To know ,FOREVER LOVE as the “ SweetHeart” ~ Linda-Marie ~

I have Forever Dreamed: of someday being a POET Laureate
How silly is my mind, when Emotions, have Died Long Ago
Words are Earthly : I can not understand their meaning, “PURPOSE”
If Only the HEART deep with-in the Soul  : could write POETRY
                                 “ I Could “


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Love story

~~**~~~
As a child I would sit and cry. Pray to God for a way out at night. Along came a boy who changed my world. I knew from the start you were the one. Everyone said it was not love We were too young to know of that. I was 16 and you were 18, we were just children running wild and free. Spending every minute together, Felt Like I was living in a love song. With every beat of my heart our love grew strong. We became one on that faithful September day I took your hand and knew everything would be ok. You were my rock and I loved you so much. Nothing would have torn us apart. Years have passed by and times have changed. I went my way and you stayed the same. Feels like we are living in two different worlds. Never did I see this coming down the road. Always thought we would love forever When will our hearts collide again? When will we feel like more than friends? I hope this isn’t the start to the end. I hope we can find the love we once had When that boy came along and changed my life Sweeping me off my feet on that warm summers night. We cuddled under the stars so bright. Holding tight hoping for the night to never end As we became more than just friends.


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'Peace when needed'


You know how we sometimes analyze too much and forget to feel? It’s okay to feel - whether it be confusion pain sadness anger or you just want to cry - even the strong ones like us get lost we don't always say what we really need, we hide behind the go between and supporter to everyone.. So tonight if you're lost know that in your silence you can still liaise with your Maker... He sees beyond what we ever imagined most importantly He gives us the peace and guidance we sometimes seek in others...
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My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



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Pretty orchids

Delicate butterfly orchids
stand paper thin and tall
Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses
with proud protruding power jewel centre
Ephemeral Angels 
sign of life and hope
renewed strength and passion
Powerfully poised petals
gently nod affectionate ‘I love you’s’
long since they were given as gift
bringing forth renewed romantic setting
an idealistic reminder every day


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Attawapiskat: Orphans of the Stone and Sky

Salt-bleached roads merge into a horizon
of snow-clouds pregnant with similar shades of gray.

On television sets, the media squawks loudly
about one of the most affluent suburbs in the world
having been touched by flood during the night.
O! We must come together,
help restore the water-damaged basements
of 1.5 million-dollar homes.
Has the Great Mother no sympathy,
as she continues to unleash her stormy wrath?

Behind the back of a 3rd World town
nestled in the bosom of 1st World commodities,
outsiders whisper of possible mismanaged aid,
of faulty tribal council audits,
while on our land, foreign companies break open the earth,
extracting our Mother's vital organs,
selling blood diamonds to the very people 
with water-damaged 1.5 million-dollar homes....
....maybe the sparkle of a new necklace
will assuage the waiting-period of insurance policies.
Yes, people whisper behind our backs 
about the burden of hand-outs,
while our land subsidizes the entire nation.

But self-pity and envy will not serve us true,
for the widely beaten path 
leads towards more conditioned lies and empty eyes.

Above, the burgeoning snow-clouds
are filled with much potential energy
waiting to be released, just as we are.
If we arise from the swampy, damp ashes
as a phoenix whose wings are dried by courage-breath,
we must act with grace,
live by the golden rule,
treat our oppressors with a dignity
not offered to us in the first place.

To settle for less, 
is to settle for a searing brand of Oji-Cree hypocrisy -
the widely beaten path of conditioned lies and empty eyes.
We, the Orphans of the Stone and Sky,
must rise as graceful Warriors,
must rise to not only protect our own future,
but the future of all children.

We arrived from the Stone and Sky with grace,
so shall we live, so shall we depart, 
and again, so shall we return.






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How I Got It Together

after Indie Arie's "Get it Together"


Ya gotta just chain one anklet
as memory.
Plait one braid
to hide what you see.
The pain eating straight through
to your soul,
can be bandaged by playing
a role.
Tweet Tweet, I’m light
as a bird.
Slip slide I’ll wash
away dirt.
My friends are laughter and singing
out slow,
all the love I’m too
scared to show.
My ankle is sexy and sleek
where once you thought
it weak.
My will is starting to grow--
I no longer need 
to yell at you.
All I have is a snap
of my fingers,
twirls of skirt 
to lift my heart clear
of the debris you threw 
my way.
Soul singing is the trump
of your fold.
You’re no longer needed
I showed.
After my back straightened
to fly like a bird,
I unbound my hair
and threw away chains.
Looked at the bright new view
my lightened load
has healed.
Slip slide I’m light 
as a bird.
Slip slide you are lost
from my view.
Slip slide I’ve got
twirls of skirt.
Never more will I play
I am third
When I’m first.


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Im Your Angel

There is no reason why
Where ever your life may lead
What ever life may bring your way
Don't be afraid..

Because
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..

Don't let days pass by in tears
Or hold tight to all your fears
Don't give the nothingness anything to gain
Say good bye to pain
Let the warmth of sunshine fill your years

Because 
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..

Don't let sadness make you feel so alone
It will grip you with both hands
And torture your mind, heart and soul
Cant you understand
Don't you dare give up the fight
I'm here to guide you through our sorrow 

Because 
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..

I am your angel..

I'll forever watch over you
I'll never forget you
Or the memories we both share
I'll be with you always
Each and every step of the way
I'll be beside you

Because 
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..


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Anticipation....

Lamps lit in the darkness
like a jeweled evening gown
my soul sings of an emptiness
not having you around...but,
heartsong's are sung to the brightest star
hoping they find you wherever you are...

Can you hear me,while I wait to hear you?


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Thesaurus Dreams

He was my thesaurus dream,
I met him in the days of geometry and algebra.

He always appeared learned and enhanced,
A rainbow I couldn't touch.

An essay of nouns, verbs and adjectives,
A narrative and descriptive essay of my dreams.

A sphere of silence between him and I,
I grew to love him, handsome to look at and accomplished athletically.

He would never know he was my fish and chips, my favorite egg nog,
My favorite thesaurus whom I hope to keep with me always.

I would choose him to be the teacher and then I would hope to learn,
I am at home with you a passage learned and scholarily.

My planet revisited, parallel universes that could be friends and companions,
How difficult humanity, we aren't Gods yet God guides.

Complex and versatile as the sunrise and the sunset,
I always pray for a miracle called reunion.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Embrace

   As i cry, my eyes are opened,
a memory of you, burns inside my soul.
   
   I drop to my knee's, your truth surrounds me,
for in my sorrow, again I am lost.

   My heart fills with your voice,
even through my silence.

   I stand again, to see your mercy,
to rise over, all that I am.

   The faith you gave me, is my only hope,
as it again, shines through my darkness.

   Your forgiveness, is my hearts song,
your spirit moves in me, as I lift my burdens.

   With your power from above, I can stand,
to be restored, your joy I find.

   I search my soul, for your peace,
finding forever, your unconditional love.

   Your blood is my shield, a blessing to me,
for I have done nothing, to deserve your grace.

   So I am thankful, my life is yours,
your words I cherish, your love I embrace.

   








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WISH UPON THE STARS

There was once a young girl,
Who wish upon the stars,
Looking so bright in the sky,
She dream and soar up high.

Opportunities knock in front of her,
She think, she decide, with a prayer,
Go on, walk alone and prove to everyone,
That no matter what, she will do her plan.

Roads are not as smooth as she goes,
But strong enough to dream and pursue,
Thinking of the wish she promise to herself,
And she asks God to give her more strength.

To be strong to face challenges in life,
And dedicate her wish to God above,
Now success is within her reach,
With her determination not to be rich,
But to help for those who are need.

A girl who once wish upon the stars,
Is now a woman of example and virtues ,
For she is the already the molders of the youth,
Wish granted and she is now contented,
For God is really good if you believe and have faith



9th Place Winner
Pd's "New Poem" Contest

That Young girl was.......me

9th Place Winner
For Nathan's "oOne of your Best" Contest





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Starcrossed Love Affair....

Path lost...starcrossed
on the wings of an albatross

Flying through such stormy weather
battle elements,but not together

Sun setting....upsetting
deprived of love they should be getting

Alone they walk on different oceans
stormy seas disrupting motion

Soulmates....never too late
two lovers fate as must they wait....

....my mind gets ahead of me
since you're the only one I see....


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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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'If One Day'

          If one day my wings forget to fly,
Will you sweep me on the wind; remind them how to fly again?
          If one day my tears just trickle down,
Will you catch them one by one?
          If one day my smile turns upside down,
Will you mind sharing yours with me?
          If one day my color should fade away,
Would you paint my day a brighter shade of grey?


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The Stars Are Mine Tonight

I guide my body,
but my soul I do not.
My mind.
My feelings.
They've slowly broken apart.

The darkness screams at me,
trying to reel me in.
"they're gone," they say.
"you're nothing but pitty and sin."

Though most think it's hard to step foot in this place,
it takes true strength to find another way.

As the black swallows me whole,
I see a million bright lights.
I lay there in my sorrow,
and know the stars are mine tonight.

Somehow they -- uniquely twinkling --
take my feelings on adventures to slow my breathing.

They strongly look through me,
and have my mind soaked
with things like courage, and happiness, and hope.

I lay there for hours until their vivid wisdom fades.
the dreadful transition of night to day.

When the sun gradually peaks over the horizon,
I notice the pain in my hand from clenching my knife.
But as the light shines upon me,
the only feeling I have is the feeling of life.

I stand face to face with the greatest star of all.
Feeding off of its power, I break down my wall.

The sun shows me the paths that I have to choose from,
but it's up to me to choose the right one.

I'm ready to cut ties with the sadness I hold.
I shall live my life right and pick the right way to go.

I'm eager for night to fall,
to show them that they were right.
They all found their way.
The stars are mine tonight.


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What the Angels Whisper

How hope still clings in the maze of youth,

   though a vessel so tender,

   not yet cured, apt to blow in the wind

   as a ripened daisy,

   a fledgling ----

   too much a babe for a serpent's wile;

A helping hand awaits in the arms of time,

   where moments pass to eternity,

   the winds are hushed with reprieve,

   always, 

   there is a friend staring to dawn


From love roars the mightiest wind,

   of a warmth most enduring,

The rose sifts most sweet 

   in youthful shallows,

   not deep of a withered old;

   ere anger is bred and seasoned,

   tamed to mother's ease,

The old man forgets, the harridan scoffs

   while the child rides the winds

   of rosy-dawns and soft remembrance,

   somehow, the ancient are redeemed 


Let love speak her tender tongue,

   atop mountains too aloft for wicked ears,

Soothe she the weeping wayward,

   the broken bone, fevers ungodly;

   though she is mysterious to the ignorant,

   confounds the tyrant in his self-genius ----

   only God could know her name,

   whispered infinite

   (she is love)



** Excerpt from my epic ' The Blood of the Prophets'
     (unfinished as of yet)**  




    


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Surprising Kindness

I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.

I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.

His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.

I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.

The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.

The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.


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love about me

people think i'm peculiar
to have think outside the box
to have act not like anyone else
to have a though heart

but they just don't know who i am
for i have a sensitive heart
i cried easily and fragile
but everybody has a flaw

sometimes I cried when I can decide things
sometimes I lost and don't know where to go
can find a life goal up until now
and again, everybody has a flaw

I like happiness
laughing with everybody
sharing stories and telling jokes
making this world a stage of comedy

i filled my life with dreams and hopes
looking for ways to brighten people's life
keeping faith though sometimes faded
but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling

i like the philosophy about love
seeing peaceful energy that emerges
someday i wished i could be among them
who fight in the name of love

a visionary
a dreamer
an artist
a coward
a clown
a lover
a fighter
what i love about me.


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November

November

Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north
The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south
Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted
Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire
The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground
The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters
The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun
Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them
Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love
Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows
Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world
Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold
Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes
No one tells them to make such a journey
It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young
But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end
For it is November and November is a month of change
The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew
The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful
Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs
The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own
The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes
Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return
But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time
And it is no longer remembered


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A Blind Moment Of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…

Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…

The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…


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No Pain.

Help me…

To stand ever resolute
Amongst perpetual ambiguity
That slowly expends me
When I am not vigilant
If I have firmly decided
To walk that razors edge
Where the vile assail me
Allow me the shield
Of His name
Where I will ever feel

No pain…


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Dreaming of Legos MONOTETRA


Using Jared Picketts form Monotetra


                                                 
                                                             
Dreamt I was a giant last night running through Lego City height. Smashing it to pieces with might. Such a good fight, such a good fight! At some point city became real. And the buildings' pain I could feel. Big giants standing on the hill. Punching to kill, punching to kill! Cleaving off huge chunks of red brick. Asphalt flying but could not stick! Smashing through walls with a swift kick. Wanting this lick, wanting this lick. It was as real or though it seems smashing through the walls of my dreams, trying to break free with loud screams. No justice deems, no justice deems! My prison walls are very real. Wish it would help me to appeal. My soul grows stagnant with no zeal. To God I kneel, to God I kneel! Though we live in different worlds on a Merry-go-round that twirls. See diff'rent views as life unfurls. Tears cold as pearls, tears cold as pearls....
Inspired by Jonathan Taylor and Jared Pickett...


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Be Still

Be Still.......

I will walk with God
In the beauty of the morning
While the dew still lies upon the ground
While the birds still sing their morning song
And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights
And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light
And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk
He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness- 

Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name.

© Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012 


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Song to the Moon-Repost

The moon hung red in the sky,
too heavy for the sky to uphold
she leaned against the rooftops;
the stars glittered in fear about her.
I walked beneath her heavy laden form
and my lips formed words, whispering,
a silent prayer. In my hand I held a book,
from it I sang to the moon;
like the coyote in the night, I sang.
Words of the ancients escaped my tongue
in songs of healing, songs of hope.
Was I selfish to not want the moon to depart yet?
For it was her celestial body
that had first given me hope all those nights ago.
I spilled words from my mouth in the form of song.
They sky was pregnant with her form.
Red and old she watched me, eyes solemn.
I sang through the night
giving her the hope she once gave to me
and slowly her form retreated
back into the heavens.
The moon hung yellow in the sky,
too heavy to be crowded by clouds
she leaned over stars
who glittered quietly with her in the night. 


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Pseudonym

Life, as a pseudonym,
Drags its shadow's shadow, which snarls
Itself around traffic cones and
Streetlamps, tearing at its skin
With deliberate intimacy
To alarm light witnessed
Only through strained peripheral vision.

A lace-stitched veil
Slips through sidewalk cracks,
Unisolated windows,
Cataract smooth eyes.

The flesh of the matter invades
Such as the Red Death
In living color--Vibrant
Cadavers speak the language of Love:
Mortality;

It slides over possessive nouns, sticky
As salivation,
Push and rattle and harbor themselves against
Warm, wet cavities eroded
In the backside of actualities 
Sweet Tooth.
Authentic miasma, honest illness.

Any footprints discarded in covers of dust
In which Fear has been recognized
Yield into thoughts by persuasion 
Of waves.


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Careless

I slept
full of hope and dreams
I awoke 
empty and forgotten
Careless as I was back then

Morning sounds
swirling in my ears
Pointless thoughts
filling my head

"She can."
but will she ever again
"She is."
though no longer for me

I stood
alone and stiff
I walked
slow and without purpose
Careless as I was back then

The smell of spring
mingled with sunshine
as the touch of day
warmed me no more

"I was."
but I threw it all away
"I did." 
though I do not know why

I hoped
for a day without me
I cried
where no one could see
Careless as I was back then

Was this longing
joyless and caretaking
awaiting its chance
to bring me home again

Or was I lost
forever here like a wounded angel
Despaired and angry
the evening came again

Without warning
Without love
Without consumption
Without her

"In her arms,"
I wondered as the sun slipped away
"would I feel whole again?"
my hurt had wasted another day

I laid down
empty and forgotten
I slept 
full of hope and dreams
Careless as I was back then


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


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The Wildflower

I saw it today, the first wildflower of the season,
It filled my heart with unending joy,
Finally after the barren winter, Life;
Life in the form of a vibrant Wildflower,
Yellow in color with petals seeking the sun,
Feeling it’s warmth after the long cold winter;
I saw in it Hope, hope that winter has ended,
No more snow, no more frigid cold,
No more cloudy and freezing days,
With the chilling wind that pierces your very soul,
Finally sun; and warmth and color;
Winter is so desolate and bare,
The lack of color depresses me;
I need sun, I need to feel it’s heat on my face,
And now I have hope that it’s here to stay,
Here for the next few seasons at least;
Bringing with it the roasting summer,
And days on the lake, oh how I missed them;
Stretched out on a beach towel,
Listening to the waves and the gulls;
In this one flower I find redemption…


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Falling Asleep Under Starlight

-(An Ode To Anarchy)-


They shiver underneath the spell
of children who wear invisible masks.
Yes, they shiver in fear,
part machine, part medication,
fretting over dying batteries,
a dwindling pill box,
an allergic reaction -
Analeptic shock syndrome.

Burn the cities down,
burn them all into the ground.
Suffer the weak,
suffer the frail:
sacrificial fattened calves
too weak to stand on their own.

Burn the cities down
until they are glowing embers
pushing forth ghastly smoke
thick as dragon's breath.

Sever serpentine strings
releasing the marionettes.
Hang the middlemen,
those wretched, filthy swine.

Survival of the fittest.
Rewind the future,
as time bends in circular motion,
circular breath --
in through nose, out through mouth,
in through mouth, out through nose.
- in      out      in      out      in      out      in -

The strong will spin tales
around flickering fires,
re-awakening the Bard's tale.

Lovers touch under the moon's cold gaze,
lovers touch in amongst cricket song.

And we lay our heads
upon pillows of heather,
falling asleep in the open air,
falling asleep under starlight.




Written June 22nd, 2011
Edited December 19th, 2013


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Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


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Touching the Eye

Touching you, your skin
so cold, flat, hard
the sickness within you 
like muddy water after a downpour,
how could I stay. I could, I could not run...
from the death in your hollow eyes,
the limpness of your skeletal fingers.
Don’t run. Life seeks life, 
succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi.
Stroking your broad forehead
the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me.
Yet fear, is all you feel 
and the wind of black holes, all you hear.
The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee,
momentarily, rosing a cheek
hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip
as you, through the we
remember He. Touching....


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Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.


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Wanting

Need
Revisited before and again
Dreams as pain
Longing like rain
On desert's dry sand,
Breeze in the heat
Refresh and hope
Words come like rain, flowing so naturally
Puzzle together a Monet
A sonnet
Wanting a dream come true.


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The Lost

... Parts of them are scattered
Parts are lost somewhere
Pieces that would matter
None beyond repair

Fragments of their gifted minds
Remnants of their pasts
Traces that I would they find
Of love that ever lasts

Echoes of the warriors strong
Deceived and bound and sold
Pulled apart, alone so long
For truths were left untold

Elements sensual, warm inside
Still leave the space between
Beneath the covering they yet hide
And righteousness remains unseen

Trapped within their fearful hearts
Where I know that demons speak
Yearning for a world apart
But not knowing how to seek

Oh sons of men, rise above
Listen to the crying of your souls
Breathe the refreshing breath of love
And feel your minds unfold

Let hearts be drawn above all else
To gaining mercy, knowledge, sight
To understand the sacrifice once made
Is the restoration of your life

Let souls be filled with joy and strength
And receive immeasurable increase
Just rest your hearts towards that end
And rejoice in light and peace

Let freedom find delight in you
And remove ye all defeat
Let us find faith to be renewed
And grace to be complete...


Romans 12:2:  And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the
                        renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and
                        acceptable, and perfect will of God


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Free Verse?

I am writing some free verse.
Not thinking about anything in particular,
just letting my mind fly

                               free

Free to be me and whatever I want want to be.
Are there rhymes above?
I believe words are rhyming up there.
Some people say free verse shouldn't rhyme....
doesn't matter, because I don't rhyme all of the time.

Darn!
 
I just rhymed in this free verse.

Lots of "I'" in this one too.
"I" am writing some free verse.

Do you know what?
I feel like inserting a Haiku in here.
Why not?
Here goes:


tiny tomato
clings onto fleeting season....
autumn's frost bites hope


Is that even a Haiku?
Oh well, the Haiku states
how the tiny tomato's hope is bitten,
but I still feel some hope for my free verse.

Bite me hard if you wish,
sometimes I enjoy some pain with my pleasure.
Is that too much of a thought-out plot?
Is it not 'free' enough?

"To be or not to be; that is the question!"
There!
I plagiarized a line and put it in this free verse.
Not only that, but it is written in Iambic Pentameter!
Take that!
Not only is the plagiarized line written in Iambic Pentameter, 
but it even has an extra 11th syllable that is 'dangling'
and two of the stresses are back-to-back
without having an unstressed moment in-between.

Really breaking the rules now!
Shoot! Now I am analyzing things and counting....

....is that still considered 'free?'

"I" even feel like inserting a spelling mistake
just for the sheer freedom of it:

-Free vurse-

Really enjoy the spelling mistake.
But is it truly a mistake if I mis(s)pelled it on purpose?

Sometimes I am a real stubborn kind of creature-
escaped the cage many years ago,
gliding on thermal updrafts of piouty and imagination.
Even so,
I do enjoy a bit of constriction,
because it gives me a back-drop
to super-impose my false freedoms upon, 
and to relish those freedoms of mine that are still true.


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


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Four Sides of Love


                                                In my eyes love has four sides..
                                        Each one is strong and stands on its own..
                              One side is that butterfly that dances in your stomach..
                            Turn it over and the picture is of a crushed broken heart..
                          The third side shows the mystery and uncertainty of chances..
                              And the fourth side is where I am now, with a women who
                                each day smiles at me and still brings those butterflies..
                                         Don't run from love or try to chase it down..
                                               Listen closely because it's all around..
                                       





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A golden place

Do forgive me for my broken English
but my English had been broken
by diversity and a golden token

That will lead me to a better place
no dirty streets, no immorality-
no blazing haze

This is a sunshine town 
where we all wear crowns 
and there is no need to move in pounds(drugs)

The city's night will shine and glow
without prostitution's flow; 
cash and blow(cocaine)

Addiction will be love
to be loved
and everything above 

Forget about the old Babylon
trashy people and cigarette butts
painful memories like a punch to your guts  

I wouldn't mind if you call me a mutt  
I guess is alright!!
since criteria sucks the blood of our body like a mosquito's bite  
 
That's why 
i await the new city that is fly(fine)
like a griffin in the sky

This place is ice cold hot
blue burning hot
like a ice cold pot 

Where is this spot?
probably in the universe or not!!
in the center, like Hindu forehead's dot

It is a golden place
golden streets, no golden paint
real gold - dye rusty but  reborn as golden saint.


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So She Broke your Heart

So she broke your heart and bled you
left you to drown in the dark waters
of melancholia that has kept you entombed 
so long within its frozen grasp 

So she broke your heart and bled you
left you lost in the forest of disenchantment…
stripped your soul like the northern winds
that strip bare the sturdy oaks

So she broke your heart and bled you
tossed you to the Ninth level of Hades
where your heart has lain in fragments
where your hopes appear like fallen ashes

So she broke your heart and bled you
never look back to what has been
we’re both needing resurrection
let love stake its claim 
~*~
9/25/13


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There is Sunshine Today

There is sunshine today,
the gloomy cloud of yesterday is gone.
Now, I can spread my wings,
and soar above the sky.





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She had bought a negligee

far from here and never worn.


“It’s red” I mused.
She giggled or anticipated.
They were words, not words
as they can be words
said to break the ice.
“Yes, it is” with a broad smile
then hid her lower lip
behind her upper teeth
and lashed down expectantly
waiting for my mouth
would say no more
words more than icebreakers.

And it was a song,
and I saw
she hadn’t known
as I hadn’t.
Only dreamt.
Of an island.
Or a better
Amish world
on a Vangelis
tune promising
creativity.

Those are words of course
as they are words and no more.

She also knew to do the dishes;
not to wet me she pushed with her pulses.
Hey, I saw you smile in the uncommon mirror
when I kissed the curve between your neck and shoulder.

I’ll paint you in despair because I cannot as you are,
although I think I know a lot as you do and cannot
hold me in your words, only in the no-words
between the lines where none can find
me or you in my hemp abstracts.

A negligee is easier and says a lot
which is why I said it’s also red
and can be seen and caught in that word
so openly pregnant of many no-words.

She doesn’t iron, she folds. That’s a secret
not unknown under women.
Or men.

04/08/09


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God is my Dad

I love my God, He is my Dad,
I didn't know Him when I was a lad.
Given a penny to take to church,
Spent the penny left God in the lurch.
Went through life doing no-one ill
Still not doing the Masters will.
Married had kids, all well and good,
Still no church but knowing I should.
Then came trouble, children rebelling,
Bills through the door threats compelling.
Future looks bleak, nowhere to turn,
Heading for hell, I don't want to burn.
Cried out to God, I need your help.
Sorry  for being an irreverent whelp.
God answered my call as only He could,
He said honour me, I said I would.
My life turned around, got better each day,
For the good things in life, I just pray.

© Dave Timperley 2012
 


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Easter in San Francisco, 1999

Our dreams begin to open on the ninth floor
of the Marines Memorial Hotel.
Clean tombs equipped with all that is needed
for a weekend to die for.
Guests view what they can see at their level.
Flags wave from rooftops of skyscrapers, 
like spring flowers praising the high winds.
Below a jungle of souls
in hypnotic allegiance flow past 
concrete fields choked with roads.
Fatigued, dormant dreams weakly climb
praying to continue, to go on, 
Hoping to recognize
silence as it sings a sacred invitation
to follow the fire of morning.
In our room we listen to the 
television flicker between old graying movies
and a war in Kosovo.
At the window we have the luxury to turn away. . .
and witness the massacre of our afternoon.
Hail stones bullet the sunlight,
day bleeds pools of darkness.
Night falls to the light
Colors resurrected in our hearts
glow triumphant, emblazoned with life.
Who do you tell what your heart sees?
Who would believe the sound of it?

Oh Love, Oh Light--

"Please stay with us,
for it is nearly evening and the day is almost over."   luke 24:29


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fresh peaches

Broken fruit stacked forward, with
their tender lip-soft skins 
scuffed among her unspoiled sisters.

Lonely is the unripe peach
hoping to be chosen,
turning her sun side out, beckoning, 
longing to be washed and tasted, and
not knowing of her immature bitterness.

They always reach back 
for the fresh loaf of bread 
at the back of the shelf.

its not the same for fruit.


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A Valentine for You

My dear love,

I must let you know the truth.
I find you beautiful,
amazing,
pure in my eyes.

My dear bride,

I must let you know the truth.
There is a banquet,
a celebration,
an everlasting faithfulness to you.

My dear one,

I must let you know the truth.
I have died for you,
gave up my flesh and bones,
so it is something you will never have to do.

My dear child,

I must let you know the truth.
I am here to protect you,
hold you,
keep a light on in the dark.

My dear love,

I must let you know the truth.
Once you love me,
accept my sacrifice,
I will always love you.


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Give Peace A Chance

The rich are getting richer
The poor are losing hope
Mother Earth is dying
Over populated
Polluted
War Torn
Anybody notice?

Is the Garden of Eden gone for good?

It starts with You
And it starts with Me
Recycle
Get Involved
Share
Listen
Accept Differences
Dialogue, not Bullets

We still have a chance

But do we have the time?

June 7th, 2013


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Making Love with Crystal Antennas


....while making love with crystal antennas

the electromagnetic pulse attracts Sir Isaac Newton's ghost,
and he watches as I make passionate love within a Chemical Wedding

His poor soul is still grounded here on earth,
for he cannot step into the light
until his (A)ether theories are set right

What a weight to have upon my shoulders

I make love with crystal antennas,
dialing my testicles beyond mere Amplitude and Frequency Modulation --
they hang as crystal diode plums

I stick the crystal antennas into my ears,
transmitting my soul to many destinations.
Depending on which receivers can filter the frequencies,
makes for vast differences in experiences

Sometimes I can even see you
while my brainwaves fly all over the place.
Yes, I even see you with that sad look on your face,
and I can only hope that one day the reflection in the mirror
is of someone you finally, truly love

Poor Sir Isaac Newton's ghost is expecting a lot from me,
especially since Albert is the one who punched holes in his BreAeth(er).
How can I stand up to Albert?
Maybe I am far too lost in theories of un-relativity
to fully comprehend the gravity of the apple in his eye

I do want to help send Sir Isaac Newton's ghost into the light,
just haven't quite figured-out how to make his mathematics right

It feels strange having Sir Isaac Newton's ghost watch me,
but I have a strong sense there is more to be found in this release,
and how if I stop making love with crystal antennas,
I may never find the proper lock in which to insert the golden key

If I don't eventually come around to figuring out this theological math,
will I join the ghost of Sir Isaac Newton,
watching someone else make love with crystal antennas,
cheering them on, while their testicles hang like crystal diode plums?




2014 Amethyst Remix
(Originally written on July 4th, 2011)


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TRIALS

Life is full of trials and pain, yet with each one strength is gained. 
Character is not built from ease, but from hard things like death and disease.
This I've learned in my life, to have peace even in strife!


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Angels Sometimes Smile

" I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Write what your heart desires
As I face the angel before me
My life fast forwards and rewinds
Many questions left unanswered

Angelic faces etched in stone 
Welcoming lost souls forever home
To where the light shines for eternity
An ending to their restless roaming 

Reminders of once was
Of what there is to come
Faith and love surrounding 
Angels in cemeteries sometimes smile

Shannon Deane
June 15th, 2011
Contest "Angels In Cemeteries"
Sponsored by:  Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~


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White Tulips

Verses, full of the obvious.
Natural observations,
made from the inner core, of an outer mind set.

Standing strong, on a blended stem.
White petals, folded gently together.
Closed, in a semblance of peace.

A simple illusion of bursting newness,
longing to open and receive,
the warmth of the sun.

The revelations of possibility,
flow like neon bravery,
through the roots of the garden circle.

Lighting the way.
Never ceasing.
To stop, would mean the demise of faith.

Flowers, taken for granted by subconscious choice.
Fearing to bloom fully,
lest the white petals fall like tears.
Detached forever,
from the blended stem.

Take time to smell the flowers.
Maybe hold them tightly,
with an equality of understanding.

Touching each and every one,
with the comfort and love,
that is their destined role...
on this ride.


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Saved My Life

I went back into that dark, dark place 
Were demons dwell 
And 
Lives are taken away
But
Through the pain 
And 
Through the tears 
You were there and kept me near. 
You saved my life by loving me; 
Your silent strength was the key. 
Gentle touches and silent words 
Let me know that love was the cure. 
Depression is my evil curse, 
And 
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away 
And
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay. 
I’ve walked that dark path so many times 
I’ve done lost track, 
But 
Things have change 
And God’s given me a special tool 
To help me through, 
I have you and Joshua too, 
And 
Rooted deeper is the knowledge 
Both of you want me to stay a little longer. 
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
And
There are not enough words to say
I Love You 
In every way 
And 
May God bless us ever day.


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The Dancing Wind

Secrets hidden in your words
Walls of hope embrace the day
As the light shines through
Capturing your letters to my heart
The wind slowly dances,
As I, too, sway.


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Armaggedon

Armaggedon is not a biblical geographical location
that will one day destroy the world. It is a symbol 
of the battle of good and evil within the human
psyche.

Armaggedon is not a remote event in history but
an on going occasion for the self to connect more 
fully to the spiritual goodness that resides within
the self.

Armaggedon. Divinity established that  love is 
primary throughout the universe. The self is a 
piece of Divinity which experiences love as  
primary to existence.
 
Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of the Divine within our own moral
and ethical life. This is not the end of the world
but the beginning of renewed spiritual life.


Armaggedon the fever is already raging.
in war that surpasses all wars alive inside 
us on a daily basis. Divinity measures the 
souls weight of individual loyalty toward or
away from love.


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The minstrel and the rubbish

The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
                   
                                      But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant. 
                                                                                                   (Matthew, 23, 11)
The rubbish was blown aside
by the arid marching of the wind
leaving the whole street clear
for the minstrel who was crooning
his latest composition
to the street’s dream-recipients,

while the voltage of the wind
was going down at intervals
under the burden 
of the unexpected stave.

The night was watchful 
- you’d say she dreaded –
lest she bumped into the chords
and crush their solitary waving.
Breastfeeding music the minstrel
was opening up new pathways
to the question marks
of his melodies.

Me, what was I then
I still haven’t found.
Wind, rubbish, onlooker
or something else?

The minstrel ’s mute audience,
the rubbish, transcended its nature
at Time’s attendance register

and, after all, it would not
have always been rubbish
and some of it would have had
its own illustrious past, too,
and it must have known
what it means to have
eyes that leave Love
as a map to find them back
and warmth that has left,
as a memorial,
its fleeting past,
with Hope
as its one and only stamp.

All alone the minstrel,
homeless with his homeless guitar
housed his trivial dreams,
under the yoke 
of the obese city’s wind,

in his Heavenly Melodies. 
(translated by the original ‘O ???a??d?? ?a? ta s???p?da’, by the poet,  from his book of the same title.)


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Restless

Bump bump bump goes my heart 
I wanna pop into your arms like I'm fresh from the toaster 
but in reality I watch as you 
live your life with others I'm like a poster
hanging on your walls always there
but plastered up I can't reach you
 
Life isn't fair but If I could do anything I'd wish
that we could leave the fantasy world
behind because my feelings are far 
from pretend. 

My friends they should become preachers
because their always trying to preach 
they tell me to show you my heart 
and to through away the stupid key.

I'm afraid that if I say what I really
want you will remove me from your walls
for good. But isn't that what love is about 
risking it all to be where we should? 

I would do anything to find a cure 
but the brain is from venus 
and the heart is from mars  
when they try to communicate 
the signal often gets lost or 
batteries forget to be charged. 
But for now I'll just toss and turn
in my bed because it's the only way 
I know. 

I have no idea where I will go, 
But I know that if you let love be it can travel
through light, rain or snow. 
without you I feel like my personal economy
is low but we must go, we must go, we must go. 
We must face the unknown.


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If you name a poem something cheesy like--- Venus --- it Will only get twenty reads

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back



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Promises

Thank you for the promises
       You gave me hope to cling to...
       To carry with me all my life
       I've kept them in my backpack
       I've seen them written in the sky
       I've seen them in the sunrise
       I've seen them in my children's eyes...

Thank you for the promises
      I've felt them soothe my spirit
      Like the sunshine gently warms the grain
      Like the moon shines over sleeping hills
      And the dawn brings sound of needed rain 

And now I sit here upon the steps
    that I have always known
    I recall that endless summer eve
       that went beyond the river's calm....

    A promise made, that you would be
       always here,....right next to me

       And now that I have grown,....
                I look, but I can't see you,.... 

                                          But, I can feel you in the wind    ..................
_____________________________________________________
     Francine's Contest: Gordon Lightfoot's Song:   "Thank You  For The Promises"


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Button

The ashtray sat upon a cherry wood side table.
She smoked in the house,
upsetting her coughing roommate.
Under the ash was a white button,
now smeared gray and black.
It fell off of her blouse in 1989,
the year her mother moved away.
Every time she lit a cigarette
she thought of her mother,
far away somewhere collecting
porcelain dolls with rosy cheeks.
Nothing fazed her,
not even the last hurricane 
that soaked the first floor.
The only thing she ever winced at,
was that old white button.


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Moody Black's People

surrounded by incredibly 
talented 
oracular 
spectacular individuals
bonded by word 
spoken
yet  heard to the third....
Power!
awake 
within the stillness
this hour 
harmonically invested
spiritual benevolence 
fuels their army of relevance
  
the rarest  people you'll meet
standing up for freedom
feet to the street 
sharing their fearless soul
with body and mind aligned
complete
in control

*(dedicated to Moody Black's Upstate S.C. Poetry team, and Dr. Richard Moss)


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Soon I Exhale

Etchings upon my heart, so profound in time
These hues, colored so bright, bringing out an array of light
This love, in healing softened my existence and allowed me to trust 
Yet sad, as we parted for the differences were evident and pained;
pained by the physical was he, as I would watch him sleep
curled up in a fetal, his hidden small frame
Today, no evidence of the cancer, and I thank God for the blessings!
I am not selfish, as he moved on to passionately live
For he needed the things in which I could never provide
Someone once said to me that they had a normal life
and it might be a good thing to try
Yet I find my travels amazing and the people I meet daily in life
I smiled gently, as I refrained my opinions publically
leaving them pacified that yet somehow,
there was a bit of encouragement that they had left me
For in this world filled with filth, money and greed among things
It is something I've always refused to conform to really
Sometimes I wonder about him, as I sleep on this life's pillow made of concrete
For I know many struggles, yet I know the Lord is showing me
The easy way is not always the best but the path less traveled
enriches the spirit
At times my flesh reeks of the sinful spoils, that I cannot deny..
Some look upon the stars and ponder great loves gone by
Some think that true love will just fall out of the clear, blue sky!
I say to you now, love is a verb, indeed, I know this to be so
and sometimes after the valleys, our rotten fleshly ways
I awake in the darkness, at dusk, awaiting the dawn to arrive
In the silence, the wind caresses my skin and I remember a different time
and I breathe in deeply to keep the moment that soon I will have to exhale,
with a somber farewell, as my heart hopes for another moment in time, 
lest I am left with the depth in my soul to carry of loves tragic goodbye
So, these lessons in life are sometimes blessings in disguise
I know not, why God shows us the things he does each day
I find peace, though I am much different than most, I know
One day the Gallo may be requested for me,
 and my more than average, unconventional ways
I merely ask for one thing,
Please do not greet me with pity, along my passing way
~Someone said to me once, they had a normal life and it might be a good thing to try~


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The longest conversation

I forgot Him who stood by me all this time
Now with nothing left I go back to Him
And He soothes me with a soft hand
Strokes my hair tells me its all about to end
My pain  my guilt its Him who's left
He tells me its a choice I have to make
Death is always an option never self imposed
He told me He is not cruel, He loves me a lot
When I cry in the corner , He wipes my tears
Life might be unfair , but death is not
A new beginning is all what I want
He told me I have never let go of faith
Even when I sinned or betrayed
He sighed when I made mistakes
He smiled at the lessons learned
He looked at me when I looked away
He was there to talk when no one was
He saved me from so much that could have gone wrong
I drifted away , He brought me back
He showed me the way , when I was lost
He trusted me but I trusted no one
Now when I gave up He came to me again
I looked for everyone , never thought its Him
Asked Him , how did I find you?
He said I am amongst those pieces of your broken heart
I was shocked , you were here all this time?
Yes I was always in your beating heart
I felt the pain more than you did
Every time you cried, i was crying with you
Did they realize they stabbed me when they hurt this heart
It bleeds with my pain and some of yours
We are one maryam, all hearts combined
Man will never realize , its the same for all of us
You have to keep breaking your heart to discover me
You look astonished , is it hard to believe?
I replied , you dwell in the heart and I have hurt some too
Yes , I felt that more than they did boo
I am sorry , I don't know why you are still with me
Because I can't let you go , you are a part of me
He said , man is guilty but how soon he forgets
I love all , more than a mother who begets
You are scared of hell, is that why you pray?
The fire is more powerful, then the love I display?
You have been given free will to perceive
Fear of my brutality is not what I need
They think I'm unfair , ruthless and cruel
some scared to say , I know , I made you fool
You've made your own ways of getting close to me
Everyway I adore , I acknowledge everything you do
Universe is love , not some punishment and rules
Believe that I am, and the truth appears to you
If I wanted slaves, I would give you no will
Man is made to discover , man is made to choose
I listen and I watch , I never let you go
You are so dear to me,every unique soul
So its your decision now, come see more
Death is just the beginning of what you really are


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




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A Rising Son on Christmas

Eternally waiting for the second coming 
a mother's heart flutters weakly, slow snow fills the dreary sky
the cars snake hypnotically forward twinkling red and gold lights
the sky is full of travelers hoping for a soft landing    mother's heart flutters
slush streaked and faux-fur wet, bedraggled entry to the terminal obtained
terminal, once inside the reality of the name  brings clarity to the wait
the stale high rise air twitters with sparrows, I perch as do they and wait
plastic benches hold little Christmas cheer, the blackboard rolls 
flight 231 from San Francisco    mother's heart flutters  DELAYED
Starbucks may be the only star in this evenings sky
french fries grease the tile floor as a small child feeds the birdies
Deck the Halls blares fresh from the can, a longing for cotton balls rises
Soon soon I will see him again, the only egg we'd put in life's basket.
The Black board cycles and flight 231 shows NOW LANDING
a mother's heart flutters    scarf and glove in hand  the gate exit sought
Like action figures each weary homebound traveler springs
into the waiting arms of Mother or Father or the total gaggle
of loved ones squealing and waving their arms
mother's heart flutters   home, home again,     my son.


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Searching for Michelangelo

I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly choked as it pushed 
its way into the outer world -
and he brushed it aside like 
errant dandelion snow. 
By then, there were at least
four voices within me, ranting,
and the image of myself throwing 
buckets of paint against a wall 
was blinking repeatedly in my head.
And still he was talking – 
with his hands gesturing, gesturing -
talking about places he’d been
talking about what he thinks himself
passionate about
talking about what he learned
in counseling
and talking
talking, 
talking
about 

nothing.


When he got to Italy, I stopped him
at Michelangelo, thinking, “here! – 
here finally is a scaffold we can 
throw ourselves off of”.  Thinking 
if Einstein’s wardrobe wasn’t enough, 
if a scrawny white boy singing 
the blues wasn’t either and if the 
most interesting thing I said that night 
was that I never ever set a clock 
to an uneven time (and I hadn’t even 
said that yet)… maybe the image of 
an artist suspended in air with 
his heart pointed to heaven 
and the myriad of thoughts 
that must have run 
like a river through him as he
stood there, arm outstretched,
might trigger something.
But, he had no idea that 
Buonarroti was a poet 
or that he honestly expected 
Moses to speak 
to him once freed 
from the confines 
of stone and of
artist himself,
he said

nothing.

Apparently, he was more 
Moses than Michelangelo, and
it was all I could do 
not to take 
a hammer
to his 
knee.


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To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


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Origami


delicately folded lines...

a song within her mind...

in a room of 
muted paper and
bamboo lattice silence
she softly
closes the shoji door
to find a place of freedom
With legs crossed upon
the tightly woven tatami
she sits in an imaginary world
beyond the twilight canopy 
she floats through stardust light

she folds an empty paper...

a dream of endless flight...


_____________________________

Contest ~ "Anything Handmade"

Poet ~ Rick Parise


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Love In A Digital World

Love In A Digital World

Where is a lonely man’s true love?
Is she in a bar sitting alone in the corner?
Drinking a jack and Coke
Smiling at anyone who walks by her
Is she chatting online?
Typing words into a digital messenger
With just a picture to say who she is
Is she a personal on a distant dating site?
Posted with a single hope
Looked at by millions who admire her smile
Does she write poetry?
Words that reflect the feelings in her heart
Opening her soul to the world
Shared in a space with a thousand other
Hoping that her’s sticks out
Waiting for her true love to read them
And he will know her for who she who she truly is
Could she simply be the girl next door?
Someone he has known for years
Someone he sees everyday but has never spoken to
Or does she even exist at all?


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draped in a lavender light

I wore fear
 like a winding sheet,
 leaving behind trails
 of dead dreams

I held hope in my hands
 and weeping, it slid
 through my fingers
 evaporating to naught

I undulated to music
 praying for redemption
 within the passage,
 I was left bereft, still, taciturn

but by relinquishing velleity
 into the firmament,
 and smashing my glass heart
 for the loves' of my life 

I've begun to believe
 in miracles again,
 I am finding the way
 that comforts my soul 

A shimmering
 lavender light,
 shines with serenity
 burns out the fear
 and builds a blaze of hope,
 by loving without doubt 

the whips of regret
 are now unmoving
 fires have been stoked,
 this mystery now has élan 

I am flesh, reborn out
 and into this life, once again.


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Awakening ...

Reaching hands
fingertips touching
Clasping.
      Finally.

Pull me down
to golden depths of you
where quiet awaits in breathless peaceful.
Wrap your broken mind around my
grateful soul
and hear the healing songs of 
God’s spirit ....
     hummingbird wings as they kiss your cheek
     spring breezes through autumn pines
      incoming tide in twilight sleep
      winter’s first snowfall ~

open your eyes
remember mine
and
    take my hand ...


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Release

Hold onto life, my little leaf,
In spite of pain,
In spite of grief;
And, when the wild winds rape the bough
Till trembling more than now,
You almost lose your grip:
Hold yet to life.

Hold onto life, though brittle brown,
Remains alone of life’s fair gown;
For Spring must come again, I know
And warm your roots ‘neath melting snow;
You cannot give up now:
Hold still to life.

Hold onto life, through life seems past,
And though the lots have all been cast;
For somewhere Summer walks in green
And somewhere Love crowns her queen
Who knew him not below:
Hold on, then, go.


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-Crush-

I've seen you from time to time
Hmmmm.....taken a second look, I'll admit
Whenever you enter the office the sight of you makes my heart skip a beat
In your shorts and work boots all dusty and sweaty
Have to take a deep sigh and put on a smile
Can't let you read what I'd like to do on my face
I watch how you react to me
Nervous all of a sudden, can't seem to stand still
You kill me when that gorgeous smile of yours appears
My words are tongue tied as I tell you "Goodnight."
Wonder what you think about when you turn to leave
Have to laugh at myself, I'm crushing over you hard
The phone rings and your room number is highlighted
You get tongue tied, I laugh and give you your message
"Goodnight $%^@!" won't say your name
This is my secret crush, only I know about
One of these days who knows, I'll drop you a hint.


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Shrink Wrapped

The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path.
Always a person for whom the flow meant danger
from spring to summer,  I walk the scene
with cheery “mornin’s”
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.

The days go by
as spring returned to my aged step.
The flow lures the weary mind tired of treading water.
Glassine eyes cataract dimmed clear and lift to blue skies.
Familiar faces grin back hooked 
on a cheery “mornin’”
Marshaled resources clockwise turn.
Forward thinking, right sided, occasion walks
from summer to fall
popping the insular bubbles 
of self imposed

Silence.




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'She Walked Away'

She walked away Hurriedly, Without looking back, Not thinking about What she will be leaving behind Not thinking about The creature comforts No afterthought and no regrets All she could think about Was getting away, As far as possible before He gets back To discover or uncover Another reason why she needs To be his punching bag His reasons always valid Though silly in her eyes But to him, it gave him A reason, It gave him The authority To lift his hand It gave him the right To kick her Abuse her verbally Treat her like she was nothing Until today, Until she found out About the baby She had something else To live for Dying was no longer a Priority….
07/05/2011 *Ps: a work of fiction, but a subject that is pretty close to my heart, having worked with abused women*


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Dan Kearley

Truly, it is people like you that make life magnificent I can’t imagine this site without a delightful you You seem to glow in this amazing supernova of light Never bursting, but gently yet powerfully shining through I’m known to be a gloomy poet sometimes But nevertheless you sense the love in my lines Most of all, You see the love in all And you live by love You are a true poet An amorist with a bedazzling spirit! Dan Kearley, Clearly, very clearly You are the center piece to the poetic puzzle of our hearts :o)


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Living in the Gray

Sometimes I find myself living in the grays
I stay there for days and days
My world lacks contrast
Shadows disappear 
I am somewhere that isn't here

My land is encompased in a virtual haze
A fog so thick it blocks out sun rays
I search and grope for different ways
I can't see forward or behind
Complacency has blocked my mind
No ambition 
I wonder why
I lack the desire to try

A finger tip and then a hand
Caressesing my face removing the bland
The light floods in
I start to feel
I can't get enough of this savory meal
Now I wonder was it just a dream
I start to move forward 
picking up steam

Colors so bright 
Now I realize
It was an internal veil that blocked my eyes
Sometimes all it takes is someone's hand
To escape from a world of gray and bland

A kiss a smile
Perhaps an embrace
A gentle hand lightly placed
Now the light and dark are clearly traced
All my gray has been erased




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Suddenly

Suddenly though a lifetime of joy, happiness, tears and devastating sorrow
Suddenly there is calm, suddenly a glimmer of a serene contented peace
The waves of the ocean no longer a tumultuous frightening turbulence
Instead a new placid peaceful calm, so inviting and so enticing
Suddenly one feels that maybe this time, this time all will be well
Maybe this is the moment so longed for, for so many years
A belief suddenly that there is a safe haven a place to at last belong
A place where all dreams and all hopes will not ripped asunder
Instead calm and safety nothing to hide suddenly all pasts forgotten
All fears and doubts and longing and despair all swept away
Like the Ocean breaking over the sand softly sweeping away all fear
A sanctuary at last somewhere to really belong, something that is yours
All one’s dreams and desires suddenly awakened from their sleep
Life to be tasted to its fullest, every moment every hour every day
No doubt the ocean will not be forever smooth, but the hope is there
The hope of a new start a new beginning in safe loving protective arms
That are there to nurture, to care for you and to make you whole again. 


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not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate, 
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
abandoned? 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.


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Blue Cotton Candy

Sometimes
life should be about
nothing more than
swirly upside down rides
and blue cotton candy
for in the end
pasts can’t be taken back
only relived
and the truth is
I’d rather live
happily
with my blue tongue
than die
with the past’s
bitter taste
on my lips.

8-8-09


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Tick Tock

To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a tomorrow
Or a next time
To those of us who wish for yesterday
To relay the feelings of today
I say this to you
Do not wait for tomorrow
For what can be said today
Do let pride steal your chance
Do not dream of what you want
Do not wait for anything
To confess what you want to say
Tick Tock
It’s a race against the clock
Time is nothing but a fuse that burns
Convey your thoughts to those you love
For otherwise an empty heart yearns
Empty and unsaid
Thoughts of love
Fall silent upon the ears of the dead
Think about it !

Eric (and sometimes not)


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Without Me

Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe - 
THERE IS nothing left.
So as the last tear flows
I only hope,
tomorrow will be
a little less bleak,
Without Me.


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In wine

In wine there is truth
In truth revelation
And in revelation
A glimpse of future
Delighted in the taste
Of future on your lips
Savored with each 
Slow careful kiss
Toasting breakable glasses
Full of red revelation
Swirling with an eager scent
Causing inhibitions to 
Scurry into the corners
Laughing at tipsy truths
Drinking lustily every thought
And closing the bottle
To share a sacred sleep


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Spirit of Dreams


I haunt subconscious
 	wells. Alone in the vast,
unconscious realm of man's dreams, 
I heal. Mistily, floating in moonbeams

I spell love and truth.
These are my essence and dimension,
no intervention.  My dust reveals all.

Down the twisting spiral
of minds I go, touching each chamber
of mood. Nightly, embedding crystals of hope,

I span eternally good.

My hair holds the fragrance
of all the worlds’ flowers,
my breath is the  mist of miracles.
My voice pleads to soldiers in battle.
My grief fills earth's oceans with tears.

I am the comfort of mothers.
I am the keeper of fears.

Infinity cannot contain me,
for, I am the Messenger of Peace.

Suzanne Delaney


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Restless Waters

   A little leaf floating on restless waters -
      but I'll go where the river takes me
             till I find you out in the sea.


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Discovery

  i cannot count enough stars 
   to tell how many shine in your eyes 
     nor can i gather into one 
     the brilliance of the sun 
      that your warmth brings 
       though the sun and stars pass 
        beyond and beyond 
         all things that last 
          i'll meet you in that discovery


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Waif of Life

The child aged only ten
dressed in tatters for clothes
roams the city streets
begging for a crust or two

His bed is wherever he can find
a place to lay his weary head
newspapers are his blankets
a doorway becomes his home

People hurry by uncaring
not touched by this little waif
never pausing to think
of what has brought him so low

Orphaned when he was only eight
none to take him into their homes
he had to learn street creed fast
soon understood he was on his own

Raped by the age of only nine
he has learnt not to trust
expecting nothing from life
apart from abuse and blows

Just one more forgotten waif
yet in his heart a spark remains
as he remembers times gone by
will he make it through to eleven?


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If Only

If only it didn't just take a second to get to heaven
The devil's smiling, bet he didn't tell you it's the fast track to hell
My smile's only temporary, but so is this life sentence I've been given
I never was asked if I wanted to start living.

So I'm..
Hanging by a thread
My sanity is laughing at me
In the mirror, staring at the person 
Who seems to be wandering
Empty and lost, like a penny on tails
Unlucky and left behind, story of a person
Such as mine.

My confusion is confused
Piece of mind tattered and loose
The love song from my heart, sings to the wind
Carrying on, I think it's never to end
Because it winds like the river
Occasionally winks and sparkles
Off a sunset reflection, searching for a tomorrow
But sometimes deep blue
Sad, like the pulsing veins
Of a heartbroken poet
Insane in the brain.
 
If only you could see me, then maybe.
If only you could save me, yeah then maybe.

Then maybe
Tears wouldn't run down the face and
Hurry away from the pain in the eyes
Of a person with nightmares
And teardrop filled skies.

A person who dreams of a better tomorrow
But memories are the chains
Bearing back her heart 
And holding the jagged pieces together
From falling apart.

I'm lonely
Do you see my face?
I'm trying
To get a grip nowadays
Yeah you could help me
Get me out of this place
If only, yeah if only.

Hoping one day another
Will hear her song through the breeze
And linger back to the place 
Where she kneels hopelessly
Desired to be glued together
Band aid, or tacked
She just wants to become whole again
And never look back.
Wants to trampled by love
Stampeded to the beat
Of love and loyalty
Someone she can keep.

Her broken smile will reign
And she'll rip stanzas from her soul
Trickling toxic tragedies
Painting pictures in your eyes
Watch her sorrows like a movie
On replay in your mind.
 
Her theatre is her torture chamber
Lashing you down to your raw memories
Don't look around, don't hide
Don't let your mistakes trouble your mind
Your blood is flowing
And you've still got time
To change the future
Is to change your mind

Maybe, then maybe.
You could save me
After you save yourself
Then you could help me
I've got nobody else, if only.

Yeah
If only.


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A new beginning

When I came to the end of my rope
You tied a knot for me
When I came to the end of my road
You guided me to a better one
When I came to the end of my hope
You became it
When I came to the end of my faith
You pointed me to the Southern Cross
When I came to the end of my efforts
You became the source of my energy
When I came to the end of my world
You let me into yours
When I came to the end of my tears
You dried them all
When I came to the end of my struggles
You picked me up and carried me home
When I came to the end 
You offered me a new beginning

For all of this I love you
And always will
But most of all
I love you for who you are

And I vow

When you come to the end of your rope
I will be there for you to hang on to
When you come to the end of your road
I will build you a new one
When you come to the end of your hope
I will be it
When you come to the end of your faith
I will sing you a Heavenly song
When you come to the end of your efforts
I will carry you on my back
When you come to the end of your world
I will take you to the moon
When you come to the end of your tears
I will kiss you 'till you smile
When you come to the end of your struggles
I will struggle on your behalf
When you come to your end 
I will offer you a new beginning 

Because I love you so...


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A Child of God {Psalms 119:24)

Deal with your servant according to your love and teach me your decrees
And the Lord said unto me, “Rise above your own despair”
"Offer your soul unto me; I will free you of this Prison cell"
I ask Lord how can this be, “this cell is my home it is all I have left”
As suddenly as flowers bloom in the spring, I was free inside
The tears fell like two giant waterfalls cascading down my face
And the Lord ask of me, “Take pen in hand and seek what you desire”
From inside a Prison cell I was set free within; filled with the Holy Ghost
Page by page I started seeking the truth as fiery tongues filled my pages
Through the Lord a violent inmate was placed in a cell, by his grace
The man who walked out of that cell,” I am Poet, A child of God” 


This poem was written for Brian's contest


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wonderful world

Sunrise breaks over the east so innocently as did the birth of creation
The Dawn rising to reclaim her throne from the night time's reign
Serenly, magestically, displaying her light as blinding as white linen
The chorus of the morning singing her praises, the return of the Queen

Fields dance in her warmth, their colors hightening from her touch
As the shadows run from view, a new vision of the day is born
Birds take to flight across the clouds of frosted blue and white
The world stirs, all is well

Sadly her reign is short lived
As sunset breaks over the east so innocently as did the first death
The dusk casting her blanket of darkness, the throne now set for the return of the King
Owls twitter as they awaken from their sleep
Nocturnal world answering the call of the Moon

And so the pattern continues
Life progresses
The Monarchy of the skies
Supreme in their own time and realms

One of silver one of gold
The treasure's of nature
For all to behold


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Venturing The World Above

A continuation of The World Above Me, a special collaberation between myself and my good friend Justin Connor

8/17/12
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The shelter opens its door to the world above me
Never have I seen so much destruction

My eyes get used to the brightness,
An unwanted tear trickling down my cheek
But once they are accustomed to the light,
I want to close them again
I feel the urge to turn back
But they push me forward,
Whispering low, consoling words

I look around to see what humanity used to be
Before the devastation
And I marvel at what the old world used to be
But one question remains:
Why did people destroy their lives,
And end the world we used to know?

I walk my feet on the unknown terrain
Ruins. . .debris. . .the air placid and still
All around is rubbish
My mother whispers a prayer from behind
And then I wonder. . .
If God was ever here

As I look around I notice a book
Lying there, upon the ashy wreckage
I pick it up and read. . .
It details a nation’s fight for freedom

A large statue of a man is in the building I stand by
I stare at the brazen figure in awe
The features are crumbling but here it still stands
Watching over its obliterated land
I squeeze the book in my hand
His eyes show loyalty and courage
No sadness—not even a speck of fear

Looking more outwards I see a tall structure
And past that a building with a large dome
The architecture of the old world amazes me
What wonders men have done—could have done
If they hadn’t let each other come undone
In violence and death
Yet still I wonder how these incredible buildings 
Could possibly remain after all that has happened
Like the buildings, we have survived
And hopefully, through lessons learned,
We can thrive

My father tells everyone to clear away the ruins
People even use old machines with cranes
The old world is gone
But from the ashes we can start anew
We were in the shelter for the good of humanity
And now, because of us,
There is hope


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And So I Saw...

The passion in their eyes
The sweetness in their kiss
They calmly hold each other tight,
Afraid to say goodbye
Yet they remember, gratefully,
The next bell will unite them again.

Why does this make me smile so
And bring warmth into my heart?
Maybe witnessing this gives me hope
Maybe now I can finally see.


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You dont know what its like to be me

You say im happy,
you say my life is perfect,
you say im so lucky.
But you dont know,
you dont see,
im drowning in the sea,
im struggling to breathe,
Im struggling to survive,
I cant go on, its just to much,
surrounded by the tears,
the pain, 
the fears.
I want to escape this sea,
of dying dreams.
I want to be happy, 
live life to the fullest.
I need your touch.
Your love,
your heart,
i need you.
I need you to save me,
get me out of the sea,
keep me from drowning,
and not break my heart.
I need to keep going. 
I cant give up.
I have much more life to go.
I cant give up yet. 
But you just dont know, how much pain, and suffering i go through, to survive the 
day.
You say im happy, 
You say my life is perfect,
But dont you see, me drowning in the sea?
Im not happy, im not perfect, my life sucks.
I cant do anything right, im not perfect
Im just flowing down this river of crushed dreams.
I have my hopes and dreams, 
but to live your life, knowing they will never come true,
is pain, and suffer.
You dont know, you donw know what its like to be me,
or whats its like to drown in the sea,
or flow down the river of crushed dreams,
You just dont know,
what its like, to be me.


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David

David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love

David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you 
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye

*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *


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caged

I looked at the world through 
my silver gray bars.
Sad and alone 
the only thing I could do was 
reach out and feel the 
wind on my fingers.
Trapped in by the sadness,
guilt, and pain i felt.
I was held back by 
the fear and unknown
thoughts of the world 
i could never enter.
But when i reached out for help no one 
would ever take my hand.
I became a scared caged in
bird that learned not to trust.
That loneliness was my only friend i learned to 
lock up my heart never
to be hurt again.
But one day you came 
and reached in and asked for my hand.
You unlocked the cage I set in i held 
tightly to your hand as you led me into 
the world that was unknown the 
world I thought I would never enter.
You wiped away the tears as they fell
and your kindness blew away my fear and sadness.
I entered the world that 
I could only see through my
silver bars
As I hold your hand i take
my first steps in to a new
beginning.


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Warm Winds of Wisdom

Upon a drunken path I seemed to be confronting doom
Upon my shoulders I seemed to be carrying a cloud of doom
There I fell crumpled and spiritually shattered
Coddling a heart beaten and battered

Lonely pleas of mercy escaping me
Trembling inside
Begging to be free

Warm winds of wisdom sweeping me away as New York Swagga approached with a smile
Whisperin', "Let's talk for awhile"
I reached out in cautious distress
Circumstance being our first test
His open ears and honest eyes being my beacon of light
His warrior mentality kept me safe that night

Warm winds of wisdom loved me until I could love myself
Warm winds of wisdom dusting off my heart and removing it from its lonely shelf
Nurturing loyalty shaping me
Chivalrous compassion guiding me to the girl I can be
Within warm winds of wisdom I have grown
Within warm winds of wisdom I have found a place I am proud to call home

From the streets to the sky
There be not one reason to cry
Upon a drunken path all seemed lost
My soul had been sacrificed at the highest cost
A feeble prayer was all i could say
Whirling warm winds of wisdom forever blessed me that day

From stumbling to sobriety
From cynical to serenity
From fear to everlasting sanction
My life today has exceeded every expectation


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WHAT DO THE STARS TELL A LOVER'S HEART?

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.


What do the stars 
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.


The invisible crickets chirp, 
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?


Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.  


What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.


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Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again


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Like Breathing

Behind the bird perched on the chair
In the shade
There is a submarine in the harbor 
In the sun---light
The world doesn't laugh at us
As we so often might feel
But with us, though we don't always---laugh
And so we organize everything around us
As if it was our job to do so.
All the mysterious, deepening wells of
Jokes and complete nonsense found
Absolutely---everywhere
We try to  organize.
As if it was our job to do so.
Though it is no more our job to
Force it to all make sense then
It is the bird's job to sit on the 
Chair in the shade with the sunlit
Sub idle in the rippling water behind
Her---
It is no more our job than breathing is a job.
Like breathing, we just do it.
There is no moral here: just sun and shade, 
Birds and submarines---and humans
Trying to play a non-existent game,
Trying to remember to laugh, trying to stop trying.


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Waiting - (End Line Word Poem)

WISHING TIME FLIES-(Although we're apart we survive with hope)

The day soon comes when you and ------------I
So eager to see, touch the other’s face ------ Will
Finally meet and not have to---------------------Wait
There will be no more bitter tears ---------------For
I will be at home with ------------------------------You

FORM:  End-Line Word Poem


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The Center's Footsteps

Thoust message rings,
But it is a wretched beauty.
Sew up thine tongue;
It forks in many directions,
Ensnaring, passing through the centers,
Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white,
Yet drenched in the black goo,
The sticky gobs of our source, our blood.
Cast aside thine needle,
Let time make it blunt.
Wallow in thine sorrow,
But only for a moment.
Up, up with you!
The sticky gobs cannot protect thee.
See me, Hear me.
For I see thee...
Thou hast split thine tongue
To hide, to forget.
Thine forked words, black to all, clear to me.
Go on, go ahead,
Walk through its enveloping black.
And when you cannot run,
Crawl.
And when you can’t do that anymore, 
Find someone to carry you.
Thou art strong!
Let thine center give you new feet!
Yet,
If even thine center falls weary,
I shalt be thine legs.
I shalt carry you, my friend.


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Chiromancer

Chiromancer


Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice
The intonations gather which
The tears have shed
For gratitude released their happiness 

I loved you some when in another life
Where the pink purple forest bows
Hung their silver leaven halls
In marble sunsets painted wash on cloistered walls

Their reminiscence of Arabian ankle bells
As you walked barefoot through blue grass fields
The moons luminescent as soft pale to your skin
Echo timeless on a blanket of stars

These iridescent reveries linger in cobweb threads
Set bejewelled in morning mist
They brush the glitter-frosted powder from your cheek
Dream you are awake, eternal, sleeping Princess

I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink
Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make
Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun
Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake

Should time bring chill the mountains to your feet
And shades drown the light of auburn hair
Remember me then; where your dreams began
I will always be waiting there

So etched in the fairy tale lines of our hands
Was a destiny life had just not planned
As we danced in the wake of hearts tidal wave
United some day to the promise we made some when

I love you next time in another life
Though in each time I have asked you to be my wife
The curious connections of infinite souls
Will never let you go

I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink
Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make
Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun
Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake







 


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Sea Gaze

Gazing innocence
Lost in thought
 secret codes
I ask and you do not answer
 eyes a fence now
so that i may not enter

 your thoughts 
 imprisoned,sacred close 
 oh,Majestic worries, 
you worry
 you

Those pursed lips have a seal, don't they?
They are baptized in truth
They will not sin again

Let me drown in your eyes and die on your shores
Have me wander your desert heart and thirst

Take my hand, my holy trust, and lead me to loss
For even this is love 


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TIME



If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 

TIME


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Darkness

Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be


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My Suicidal Refuge

The pain in my chest wont stop pounding.
My salty tears wont cease to flow from my blue eyes. 
I get cut by a razor every time some one tells me the truth.
Yet here I am, once again seeking refuge in your arms. 

It's crazy to think I keep running back to you.
Maybe every one is right and I am just a child. 
Could they be right about me and you?
I hope for my heart they are not. 

They say your a liar, you wont leave her. 
Especially for me they say, and I can tell what they mean.
I'm no where near as good as her. 
I just hope you can see that I would give anything to you. 

The pain and tears would all be worth it in the end. 
If I could only win you over. 
Battle scars left on my pale skin wouldn't matter,
if you were there to kiss them. 

This isn't some fairy tale, I can read from a book.
Its dirty reality where I'm on the front line. 
How I wish I could be the one, who you belonged to. 
Instead here I am fighting behind the scene for your love.



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Unity

Sticky fingers of unity,bonding one to another.
Linking chunks of glass to original form.
A glass brushed  off a counter by a child,who feared the united sound of rain and thunder.
Unity sticks again.
Binding thoughts of a poetic mind,like a bundle of sticks
Illuminating ones fluidity in chain of thought.
Grey cement and red bricks.
A solid mix.
A bound that builds a home.
Lonely brick red hearts,cemented in communication.
Consolidation is indeed unification.
Stars in the rested sky.
United by the eyes.
Ducks flying by in "u" shaped formation.
Disturbing the shine of the moon.
Feathers of unity.
Look up at the bond.
Separated rain drops,fall to unite with the wholesome sea.
Troops at war for united states.
Bullets soar with faith.
A helmet drops and unites with the floor.
A solider dies,no longer at war.
For each life taken,a bond increased.
Tho life taken.Unity we keep. 



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For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


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A DEATH IN THE SUN

At last
At last we know
He was not always to be
He was not permanent
Not the everlasting punished
Not the everlasting punisher
Not some northern Prometheus
Caught
Caught stealing ice and snow
From a northern God’s Olympus

Today
Today I see
See the slush-puddle formed
Where he stood
Where the snowman stood
‘Neath roiling    blasted skies
Looking out
Looking straight ahead
With cold    blue-crystal eyes

Today 
Today I see
See the clear puddle formed
Faintly rippling in the wind
Reflecting
Reflecting VICTORY!
Reflecting sky’s ultimate
Her searing    golden eye


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Bitten Lips Don't Stand Alone

Common among us may not be everything
With some love, some hate, some passion, some disdain.
But when our hearts ignite inside
To a happy memory, a simple smile, 
Or when we gently tap our feet to the beats of a rhythm-
We feel that one united fire.

So I’ll never back down,
There’s always a dollar, a smile, a love that I can share
With the broken hearted, 
Whose smiles are frowns for in fear they’ve been matted.
And bitten lips stand, alone 
Grappling with the railings of hope,
In the midst of a crowd, in the midst of the storm
They’re the legend, what we define beyond the norm.

We all are, within ourselves, without our strengths
Flaws and all, we fall, stumble to the ground.
Hold your breath for a second, breathe,
We won’t fail this time around
Even if that spark won’t ignite,
Keep on bashing hope and love together, 
Passion will erupt at the center.

To be with, to know, not to live our dreams
But to make someone else’s happen, 
We are what we chose to be.
Hope, we can hope in what our creator’s started
Still we stand, one, not many, a few
Grasping to a dream we all share, knowing one day it’ll come true.


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The Feast of Tabernacles - The Healing Journey

10/1/12

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Many have abused and murdered using their religion to justify
Believing in a god will not save this writhing world
So what will?
God teaches us that only believing won’t cut it
There is something we must do
We must humble ourselves and strive to be holy
Because without submission to God,
Without humility,
Satan has a way inside
And he will use God as a weapon
And turn His people against them
But if we are called—
Those few who are called,
We must act to be lights of the world
Because faith without works
Means absolutely nothing

We all falter
We all break
We can all be submissive
And humble

Using God as our navigator to the gateway of life
No longer justifying our wrongs
But fixing them as we go along

*inspired by Jerry Degier*


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everyday in your heart

No matter how bad my day has been
I always look forward to seeing you again
you make me happy when i'm sad
you can make me forgive when i'm really mad
It's because of this I will never give up
I will never lose hope
When you feel as though your world has fallen apart
Just think of me and i will be in your heart
If things always seem to go wrong and you start to lose hope,
Just take out this poem and read it again
And no matter how bad your day has been
You will find that you still have my love deep within


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You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


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My Voice

My voice...
one which must be heard.
There are times,
when today's world seems to fall apart.
From shouting,
to hitting;
and hitting,
to shootings and bombings.
Times like these,
are when I must step forward.

My voice...
a whisper within my mind.
Some days,
when all seems lonely;
I tell myself,
stay busy; all will be well.
When the sky grows dim,
and I'm in bed;
I whisper a prayer,
to keep me safe in slumber.

My voice...
gentle words of kindness,
for someone who's been suffering.
At times of sorrow, hurt, and grief;
I tell them to remember only good times;
and soon fear's erased away.
I ask of them,
to close their eyes;
imagine themselves in paradise.

My voice...
an echo throughout our land.
For those who are blind;
for those who are deaf.
I am their eyes and ears.
For those who can't walk;
for those who can't speak.
I am their feet and mouth.
With my voice...
I speak out for all those in need.


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Something from the heart

something from the heart..
where do i start?
relationships have never been my thing...
so i just look foward to that day i give her a ring...
thats a while away...
in another universe...another day....
all i do is hope and pray...
im too afraid of rejection...
so i miss out on connections...
god gives us all a gift....
so what gift did he give to me?
im searching but i still dont see...
no gift in sight...
but i search all night....
my feelings dont change...
for years they have been the same...
throughtout this life i have felt pain...
its true girls will come and go...
but i want that one that will never go away....
maybe im just dreaming....
i close my eyes and its darkness...
i open my eyes and im heartless...
im no stranger to heartbroken...
why did it have to be that friend....
i guess thats what i get for my heart being open...

Still there is more to say...
more on my heart that i want to say...
at this point in life its stressful...
so how can i be successful?
so many things on my brain...
i want to lock them all away in a box with a chain...
its just so hard to explain...
when it comes to girls there is pain...
i feel like an outsider...
like everyone else is a butterfly or lady bug...
and i am a spider...
sure i really like her and she makes my day...
but im not really sure if she feels the same way...
she says things but it sounds like she dosent care....
my feelings for her make me feel like i can fight a bear...
or do some other kind of stupid dare...
her and poetry are like an escape...
but they are like a dream and you have to awake...
after a while  she fades away...
and its just another day...
notebook open with a pen...
what do i say?
its always the same...
"i like you but lets stay friends"...
to me thats like the end....
so now i start again...
and my focus is not a girl...
but the one who created this world...
i will look to him for guidance...
i'll try to do my best...
and leave the devil in scilence...
too young to understand love...
so i give up...
left here thinking "what the ****?"...
holes in my heart as if lightning just struck...
longing to leave this planet and find a new home...
but sadly im stuck...
so i will make the best of what i have in this life..
and never think twice...


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Dead Man's Blood

Dead man's blood,
that rose again.
My salvation
to this life I've lived.

No one sees my heart,
true and whole,
see the blood on my hands,
this knowledge I know.

Without this faith
I would just die over and over again,
drowning in a pool 
of these unholy sins.

It is dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that pours over me,
and cleanses these hands.

No one sees my scars,
self-inflicted by my soul,
cutting my skin,
burning me whole.

And with out this faith
these scars would never heal,
blood would continually run
down this vessel I am in.

It is a dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that searches in my soul 
and makes me whole again.

This dead man weeps,
walks by my side,
reminds me every day,
that he is truly alive.

He holds me tight in the dark,
shines the holiest of lights,
keeps me warm in winter,
and covers me in the darkest night.

It is a dead man's blood,
that miraculously rose again,
that has proven to me,
that he is the true Prince.






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Soft Comfort of Thee

Call me darling again!
And in your fold I will rest.
Wherein indulged by your sweet,
soft kisses so; that which wears
me.. fades in slumber.

So as you declare your love, the 
words rain over  me! tracing my skin
like your fingers.  Washing those 
troubles away into the darkness.

I am paralyzed by every whisper of 
love.  I will partake of the solace you are.
Keeping these secrets just between us.

I breathe in your scent! for I hold you 
already.. forever in my heart.
But lay your head to my chest...
to feel my heart beat with this love.

You give me peace!  Just knowing 
there is two hearts, and two minds that
beat as one.  And live for the moment 
we are one.

Savoring the warmth of this moment.
Knowing the fleeting nature in the breath 
of the wind.  Even still... it remains eternal!
As does our Kiss, A Danel.


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This is My Time to let the Sun Shine Down on Me!

This is my life.

         This is my Journey.

This is my time.

         This is my home.

This is my family.

         

        This, This is my time 
 
to live my life, love 

        with all my heart,

dream with all my 

         soul. 



This is my time to 

let the Sun Shine down on me!


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The Chasm Of Depression And Death

The Chasm Of Depression And Death

Screams heard in the far off distance
Tales of pain and horror
Echoing through the night
They call for a hope that is never to come
Their calls fall on deaf ears of those who went before
The light from the distant blood red moon is dim in lost chasm
Unable to show what the night has hidden
Depression and thoughts of death fill the air
Young people die by their own hands
One useless suicide after another
Their futures destroyed while their screams go unanswered
Hope hides on the edge of the valley
Just out of reach and so far out of their dreams
It waits for someone to find it
Wanting to reach down to help
It starves from the lack of attention
Young people dying in a chasm of depression and death
Never giving life or hope a chance
Never looking to the heavens
Never finding what they should have seen all along
If only someone, somewhere would have said something
Made them look harder at the edge of the chasm
Maybe it could have saved just one life
Then another and another until the chasm closed
And no other young person would fall into its depths


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Beauty beyond Adversity

He looks at me, face weathered, 
worn from the storms in his life
yet his eyes still glow, crow’s feet at the corners
hope keeping his eyes alive

He takes my hand with skin of leather,
burned from radiation 
yet his touch is still soft, despite the calluses
love emanating from his fingers

He has grown weak and frail
so different from the man I know
yet his heart remains strong...
beating in tune to his beautiful life song




May 25, 2010 ** 


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The Letter's Reply

My darling, my heart respond again
In words I search for balms of pain
I cannot tell about love, 
When it will come, or why it stays
Through years of sorrow and hope's decay
For I know not, 
Except that I am born to love
My eyes sees your nest, my soul becomes a dove.
Nor do I possess, the reason for it
But why you, why of all earth's cradle
In you I long for rest, here I also am a riddle
I only know, I am a man under spell
My tongue forever pines for your breast
My heart longs to bring you happiness.
I have loved you since, I first saw you
A seraph voice, a rapture of light
You were a picture upon my sight
Memories keep me leashed
To hunger of days, desire consumes me
O goddess-like you are in beauty
My heart I cannot deny
How your heart ever clings to me
How your soul for my tired wings becomes my tree
You are bright and beautiful
A diamond shining in the heart of stars
A pearl that's made where the oyster scars 
The most beautiful to grace my eyes
For you were the first moon that came
Behind my curtains and ignited my sacred flame
Your worth is more to me than rubies
I bow where others trample with their feet
And mount you on the pedestal a work complete
You are ever made new by the power of love
No dust nor grime can stain you, no rust defile
My sweet hibiscus, my fragrant jasmine oil
I love you, I love you, I love you
Till eternity meet eternity
Till dust shall put on immortality
I love you, Jew
My darling love, my pasion's bride, my joy
My dream's delight, and heaven sweet envoy.
I love you, Jew.


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In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


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The Late Night Storm

The Late Night Storm

Looking up in a stormy night
Lightning flashes across a dark starless sky
Thunder rolls through fields and cities
Such energy released on a sleepy Earth
Ancient trees explode in massive fireballs
The amber light of the fires blend with the white heat
Casting demonic shadows on lifeless walls
The beauty of the storm becomes nonexistent
Boundless fear overcomes nature’s beauty
The storm seems to rage forever
Flashes, thunder and wave upon wave of rain
Pounding into defenseless ears
Forcing its way into the primal instinct to flee
The beauty is all gone
Fear has destroyed every vestige
Covered under blankets we hide
Waiting for the storm to end
Hoping we will survive the night
After hours the bravest look out of their shelter
The sun is shining in its entire splendor
The storms have long since traveled to the east
Fears go back to rest as we see the world
The beauty has returned




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Sun Shine

Oh, the sun shines and the wind blows
the crisp, apple-wind, blows,
laughing through the half shorn tresses
of the sugar maple trees.

Oh, the sun shines and the shadows fall
like long gray mufflers, foreshadowing,
the wraps of winter winds
and frost on dawn's green grasses

Oh, the sun shines and the heart sings
full and ripe as the pie pumpkins
waiting to be picked 
and the comforters calling from the beds
of cuddling children.

Oh, let the sun shine for it fills my soul
for when the dark of winter persists
I will remember this.


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The Crippled Pigeon

The crippled pigeon
Who had the gift of love
Adopted three orphaned
Bunnies; sheltering
Them under her tiny wings
Love was in the air 
With this tiny little dove


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Embrace My Dreams

Can't seem to hold it in
Don't want to hide it anymore
Have to let it show
Let them all know
What's in my heart

I don't care what they think
Don't want to be caught in the drama
Can't let the chaos get the best of me
Must take a hold of my life

Don't want to be caged up
While the world passes by
Like the majestic dragonfly
It's time I open the door

With my own strength
To unlock the lock
Setting me free to take flight
To go off to find my happiness

If the world finds me strange
I'll take is as a compliment
Your words just make me strong
You'll never chip my soul

Don't tell me what path to take
Only I choose my own road
Obstacles that come my way
I have to learn to overcome

Mistakes can be corrected
Seeking answers to questions
A Person must grow on their own
Facing their own battles
That people don't understand

Can't let the chains of oppression
Bring me down in depression
Only I can break free of the constraints
If I wish to embrace my destiny

Let the world deal with their issues
I won't let the dissonance get me
Have to focus on the task at hand
Embracing my dreams by letting go


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home

softly lingering 
in the angelic silence
of a magical new night..

i remember whispered words
the softness of your breath
tingling the nape of my neck..

your eyes were deep
touch light as a feather
my head on your chest..

the scented sea air
delicately cocooned us
as our lips barely touched..

waves lulled our own melody 
of sacred tunes
as hearts became one..

i remember the moment
that time stood still..

how do i describe
something bigger than words..

for in the air
that i breathe..

it is you
who has blessed me...

heaven sent you 
amidst the stars above..

the sound of your heartbeat
was when i knew..

i

was

home.


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moon whispers back

Step out from the shadows, step out bravely bask in my borrowed light, fill the night air with your hope Sweetly sing to me your wishes of love, of ill-fated hearts to find their soulmates, alive from the abyss of despair... and I'll tell you all is not lost ...Courageous, faithful soul
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The Weird Guy

The Weird Guy


Aprils wet day has rained
Since sunrise
Mid-day
In a friendly café
The patter of skies falling water
Lost in the strangers chit chat

Un-listened to music
Bleats
But peaceful and calm
And glad we all are
Warm as we are
To sit and sup on beer
And coffees with brandy

Around me
So many unrecognizable faces
Banter back and forth
Saying “Hello” to friends
Spending their time careless 
In the welcome arms of “Waldemar’s” café

I sit alone

Perched on a bar stool
Breathing the smoke
My short drink cooling
I am surrounded by an invisible wall
Even the space around me
Is larger than most

I am writing
And the odd man
With the note pad and pen
Is left alone to his curious expression
And far way stare

And as usual
I am thinking of her

Her face, her auburn hair
Times we spend together
Somewhere
I don’t know where
Embraces and kisses we share
Somewhere
In the quizzical spaces of reality
She speaks to me
And in these moments
I am not alone

No not alone
Even though the empty place she preoccupies 
Sits filled by her at my side
Hangs there
A vacant arm wrapped round her waist
With all those small reminders
Of loves everlasting gratitude
As warm and supple as the hip beneath
The soft cotton of her dress

She smiles at me
Baby propped in the crook of her arm
Mother
Lover
And all three of us
Equal 
One

The curiosity of my expression
Holds the wistful seconds
Flooded out in silence
So many of the café crowd have noticed
The weird guy
With his note book and pen
Looks around and meets their hopefully unmarked stares
But he pays no attention
Doesn’t even see them
It’s the fall of curls and hazel eyes
He sees
And the world in a fuzzy haze
For now cannot break his desire and need
For a life still perched
Upon a bar stool seat

Waiting to happen


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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



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Crystalline Winter Hollow

          Crystalline Winter Hollow 

A camp fire against solid hollow black 
Holds the cold and limited visibility
Hours come born without warning
Near to night, wild on the snow storm
A dim light draws us home vulnerable
It is a dot in the distance
Illusions of fireplace and warmth
A hunt for life between each snowflake
Moving on as the snow deepens under foot
Each step is sunken treasure subaqueous submerged
Cold and water take their risk in winters grip
The lake may not take the weight of passage 
Camp fire is a long way off now
So is that dot of light called home
Frozen images are all that’s left
Hidden there on the distance, crystalline alone



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'The wings to fly again'

Don’t promise her the world,
because it is not yours to give, 
promise 
to love her completely
she might open up and give you her broken heart,
her most prized possession
in the end
it is a chance she might be willing to take
be the one that gives her hope again,
restore her frayed wings, watch her soar
above the hurt, 
above the unknown
with your love
and that little thing called hurt and fear?
Would be a distant memory…


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Earth-Man Song

Earth-Man Song

1. Decrescendo

The rhythms have been set
in the distant blast, light years past
we knew the cadence of a jerking crust
even tempos in the swell of lava underneath
harmonious undulations of liquefied iron ore
mixed precisely in the inner core
the lyrics waters murmur condensing 
in the atmosphere or trickling from a spring
voices of surging or ebbing seas
-- pulses of the earth once converged in 
our infant soul. 

But our pompous blast in not too-distant past 
silenced the melody
Too many refrains about our divinity 
shattered the symphony.

How then do we propose to trap
notes traipsing with the four winds?
Wholes in the north, halves in the south
quarters in the east or dotted quarters in the west?
There is neither clef nor rest
to guide our unmetered steps,
no flat nor sharp to fine-tune falsetto laughs 
in the three-four beat. Shall we waltz
or tango with the two-four beat?
Our choreographer is a master
but his choreography muddles our gait
--so we lose our footing and fall flat on
our scared  faces. 

2.Crescendo

We leap and run after a maestro
desperate to string in the baton of a virtuoso 
notes dripping from a drying fountain 
(the attempt paints a blush on our cheeks)
Arranged in non-dissonant meters 
these fountain notes will rise to a crescendo
Or so we thought . . . 
-- before a gold-rimmed stick mangled the tune of
our mortal song.

To reassemble scattered pulses of the earth,
we lay our faces, right-ears-down
prostrate upon the ground--  
awaiting the hard crust’s deathless groans, 
the storm of sand and rocks
earth’s jerks: rain upon our cheeks;
blind our eyes; stuff our ears to deafness
 -- we sense rhythm upon 
our singeing skin

Then the limbs learn to waltz and tango
Melody is resurrected in our torso
Although we’ve run out of choreographers 
and virtuoso masters.


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Beautifully Broken

I have been broken down,
beaten,
I wallowed in the way I lived.
I made my brokenness my voice
so I could be heard.
I had fallen,
and died,
over and over again.
I focused on the scars,
the cracks left in my skin.
I fell asleep at night,
knowing I was broken.
I wondered if any of the wounds
could be mended again.
I became molded
by the pain 
that my life lived.
I learned of love 
because of the welts 
deep under my skin.
I still kept wondering
if I would ever be mended again. 
I woke up crying,
knowing,
that I was too broke to fix.
The scars, bruises, welts
were just too permanent.
Then I heard a voice in my mind,
and was reminded 
sternly in my head,
That I was beautifully broken,
each scar a blossom to bloom.
And soon the scars began to change,
I found they faded into my skin.
The bruises slowly disappeared too.
My broken soul becoming mended
by the dark reminders that felt so new.
Beautifully broken,
wonderfully mended.
Words now describing me.
Showing that there is much more
to this life than you see. 


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whispered wishes

Come out, I whisper, come out peek softly from your veil of clouds, grace the velveteen sky with your glow Speak to me your tales of woe, of lovesick souls in search of hearts, lost in the labyrinth of desire... then show me there is Hope ...Enchanted midnight moon
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Trapped and Lost

Endless madness,                                          02-12-2000
blurs my mind...
I look around
and can not find...

Any Peace or Reconciliation...

There is a war deep within myself...
These demons, I can not stop the things I do,
when they possess my mind...
I can not escape
what I have locked inside...

For it is I who bares the key...

What am I,
but not like the rest...
Each and every day
seems to be a test...
A fight for survival,

A hunt, an endless nightmare...

I am trapped,
held hostage by a force
more greater than man...
God is what is deep within...

What happens is the choice
that I'm overthrown by...
I can not be free...
I have no choice,
the choices are made by 
my spiritual intellect...

Everyday seems to drift apart,                                             02-19-2000
from all my empty life...
The fulfillment of all things,
I had hoped to have,

washed away by a past disturbed....

If only love was stronger,
maybe it would have not been so bad...
But the drifting apart,
torn away all those hopes and dreams...
If only faith was stronger
and the belief not denied...
If I was loved for me inside,
instead of what I was capable of doing...

Must I strive forth to more days,
and have to dwell on the way
I had hoped how things could have been???
It could have been a lot more,
It seems to be lost...
But it is there... 

I must find myself to establish the way,
I had always wished our lives would have been...

written while I was in Sircys mental institution... 12-12-00 and 12-19-00


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What Dawn Remembers

    Even while we sit waiting 
              Intimations of a new dawn 
are beginning to cut through  our darkness
   Trouble, violence 
and uncertainty 
    will surely fade 
when light cuts through the clouds 
    Dawn promises many things 
Above all a brighter future 
   than we thought possible 
   After every evening 
the blood - red sun rises 
    It's rays cause us 
to pulse with renewed life 
   The land awakens 
A new day has come 
We can rejoice now 
As after a taste of death 
We arise once more


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Elevators: 5 Horsemen

Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps

Part 2

Traitor

dear monkey boy

Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.

Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.

Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.

Part 3

Tempest

patron saint

Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed

Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection

Rise you fool

Part 4

Phoenix

i love you

close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight

i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me

i am alive and i love you

Part 5

Aye, Damager

Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love

I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you

This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware

...


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KEEP ON

Sometimes, 
When I find that life's not fair, 
When Isee that fortune, love, and friendship look away from me, 
I stare at the cards that life places in my hands, and,
I move them around a bit and try to find
their highest value for moving on this rough-rough road. 
That's all. 

Just keeping on, 
moving on, moving those cards until 
I see my best hand taking shape from within itself
, perhaps my own potential - possibilites.  

It may be a metaphor for "hope" , 

that inner voice that tells me 
"just one more step man - 
just one more breath- 
just once more over that next hill - 
just one more day - 
just one more mile -
just -Keep On!


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violet forever

Winter whispers goodbye as
  aggressive March cleanses
the Earth in preparation for 

yellow hyacinths and
                             purple irises.

Free spirits enter with the 
          fierce wind, anticipating
renewal, living...yet waiting...

                      for always.


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The Touch (Relative Compound)


Love that’s so warm and touching
Essence of her touch
Filled my heart from being touched


© Joseph 9/25/07
© All Rights Reserved


Relative compound: 3 lines of one word, with relative example(s)
The subject word must be at the end of each line
Syllable count is 7-5-7
Created by Alvin Othto Stewart



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A Comforting Strength From A Distance

Baby love, you're always there
when i need you.
A guiding strength
to protect me.
How can i repay you
for everything you've done.
When hard times come my way
and i've seen better days
There you are making a way
pointing and guiding me to the right way.
When one family has forsaken me
and so called friends
have no time for me
At least i know
My God and You
will be there for me
A comforting strength from a distance.


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In My Living Room

In my living room, 
i am curled into a cedar rocker
listening to the spring rain
on my roof.
sipping on spidersilk chai,
webbing grasping onto 
the ceramic rim 
and the milk and honey
enveloping my lips.
i feel like my tongue is satin
and can speak no frail language
when i tell you love
is pain
and therefore is real.


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Close To Perfection

When I am around you I can feel the truth
You begin to speak and I can only focus on you
No pain no sorrow and no regrets, Just you
Your eyes are like the peaceful forest of nature
Your smile is the smile of an angel sent down to earth
Your voice is like the wind in a dream, so peaceful
And your kiss is the most beautiful thing that I have found
I cannot reach out to you anymore
You will never again let me see you in peace
It hurts to walk a step closer, as I see myself farther away
Do you ever notice me looking your way
You are the only one that I see...


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My only childhood friend that never threw me away

She's on the Verge
Joe cool
She talks to her hand
like seriously duh
the joke im not telling
we used to be witches writing poetry in coffee shops
smoking pot in serene gardens
and if it wasn't for Ginger my dog
that ran away to make love to Winchester
when she was in heat
we never would have met when we were eight
and still friends
but she tells me its because of me she's crazy

She wants me to remove pro creations that are stalking her
something tells me she's visited the funny farm too many times
I've been there
I've seen it
I know
But me and Joe
we are two of a kind
But I could be bluffing
maybe we're part of a royal flush

I'm space ace from mars
and she's a voodoo queen
to complete the circle of a long lost God in Girlfriend
Only the watchtowers know what that truly means

How did i get soo lucky her mother asked
but I'm not lucky at all
count your blessings and learn to read between the lines
because this mystic in your life
from your tree of fruits and loins did she fall
I'm a gullible god
and so are you
the tower of Babel has fallen
and she doesn't know what to do

so when she speaks the tongue of spirituality or which
and all you hear is psycho babble
it doesn't sound like 
sneesh cheep bleep flap jip hap frew
she makes sense to me with words shes obsessing
i just wish you would take it on yourselves to read up on it
to understand her to communicate
instead of sending her to the hospital

Those pills make her
talk to her hand
and those lies are mostly true
fact is stranger than fiction
and together your family can pull through
even those doctors
are a little bit mad at that tea party
and shes never thrown me away after what I've been through
i love her to pieces
so should you

shes always been there for me
and when we lose touch she searches high and low for me
when you lose touch 
there are more than one thing u can do

shes had exorcisms
and a low self esteem
date rape by succesfull well respected men
and everyone said it was blasphemy
it's not easy but it could be worse
believe you me
she's beautiful on the inside
and soo many soo called sane people
are beautiful outside
but uglier than sin if you ask me



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His purple tulip

An endless memory we all have, for it has a purpose, a meaning
Questions bloom in our hearts as to why things happen the way they do
The path I walk truly takes me all around, smile and cries, doubts a few
But allow me to answer my question to you, can you hear me speaking?

I can still taste the light, the ugly bright that blinded the eye
I wept, a different place it was, cold and vast in size, and I no longer was alone
Another person held me high it seemed, and across she was my mother, O' joy was in her cry
New feeling came about, I felt weak to all, I no longer felt protected by the a wall of stone

Growing up was even harder, born into a poor family, my luxuries were limited, but I tried
Finding my self as the center of most jokes, I truly did drop my hear out and it cried
All along that road lost I was, with a million questions in mind, yet no one to seek for an answer
My dreams became my escape, the only strength I did have was hope her self all in anger

Life turns just as fast as it begins to walk its path
Little did I know it be I to feel a truly hurtful wrath
I saw many hearts shatter like glass falling on concrete into a thousand bits
Black hearts walk all over, purple they turn as life hits

Period. A new chapter, 21 years old a new me born
writer a poet? Born a servant? Born a writer? Born to write poetry in His service
A new path given to my feet, where it can walk free of pain from a thorn
Dreams follow, hope walks ahead, but my faith holds hands with my heart

A flower awaits, her petals ever so green
Beauty lives in her, astonishing sight, a more beautiful soul I have never seen
I a lost seed, wish to grow along her side as beautiful as she
A new heart, a new vision for darkpoet is dead, on his grave blossoms a purple tulip


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Never Ever Forget

Guidance is a given
Acceptance is a must
In a world so big
The only strength you have is you
Take control drive your goals
Take this time to reflect then let it go
Stomp on the gas
Life has no time for brakes
Coast on the coast of your choosing
Top down no worries no regrets
Let it all hang out
Let them see your heart
Let them live your beauty
Graciful you are in all you do
Make them see with indifferent eyes
Your heart is your dream
Your faith is your forgiviness
Your dream is worth chasing
Run my friends chase it down
There is only one finish line and where it is placed is up to you

Never ever forget this.


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Today Does Not Define Tomorrow

I feel empty, 
lonely,
I know I failed.
But today does not define tomorrow,
and I must thank God.

I know I am battered,
and beaten,
mutilated again.
But these scars are not forever,
and I must believe in more.

My heart is darkened,
worried,
busy with noise.
But the noise will be softened,
and I must pray again.

My thoughts are wicked,
and perverted,
dead to the truth.
But the light will shine deeply,
and I will soon know you.

Today does not define tomorrow,
my past doesn't make my today.
The blood shed will be over,
I will be shown another way,
led to a holier place.


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My Baby

A gift like no other gift, 
one that can't be bought
a precious human being, 
deserving the right to live
to exist as we all do, 
but sometimes it just doesn't
happen that way,

A baby of no harm, 
a baby of no sins
a baby of pure love, 
and only innocence

Tender moments, 
carrying wishes
disappointments, 
everyday misses

Sitting there all alone, 
even though 
I was surrounded,
by others

While wondering, 
why it may be
that I am made to suffer,

Wanting nothing more,
but to die
inside and out,

Things happen for a reason,
so I was taught
I'll never know the reason,
but I'll always feel the loss

The loss of my child,
my baby was taken
away from me,
and there is no reason

I constantly ask myself,
why did this happen?
what did I do wrong?

I asked God to save my baby,
to protect us both
I remain here,
but my baby is gone

It seems as if, my whole world,
just fell apart
and all I could do,
was sit back and watch it happen

I found myself, 
feeling lonely
needing someone, 
anyone to hold me

All I could do was cry,
I had to cry, for the sake of myself
for the sake of my baby,
for the sake of my heart
I had to weep

I cried and cried aloud,
hoping to be heard
please father, 
I'll do whatever you want
you have my word,
just please save my baby

I bled so much, 
had so much pain
denied to myself, 
everything would be okay

Crying and pleading,
praying and weeping
became an everyday routine,
it was so hard to believe
this was happening to me,

It's not over yet,
it never will be
everyday and every night,
it's in my memory...










(March 1998)
My sweet baby
you will always be with me...


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Waiting For A Miracle

I listen to the whispers
I hear a dozen lies
People cry out loudly
Friends say goodbye
In spite of all that's come and gone
I don't know what to say
I'm praying for a miracle
Each and every day
My emptiness is troubling
My sadness is unkind
In dire desperation
I begin to cry
The Lord is standing by me
My friends are on my side
I'm waiting for a miracle
I haven't got much time
I pray for understanding
I cry alone now too
I wait for the answers
Then I'll know what to do


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All You Queer This Is For You

It was the melody of being outside and being alien A floor, four walls and roof A box to small to hide in The pulse that runs though everything Thunder storms with no could covering Forcing you to see just how strange you are In a world of clean and cut Nothing new Nothing old Strangers with strange ways don't pass though Yet it seems half of us are stuck Strangers in strange places Left to be loners Alienated With sticks and stones and hate full words To brake are bones and tare holes in are souls So we rome on circle rodes Waiting for humanity to see The alien that lives with in us all


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lessons from that summer

i.
Evil sleeps in an orchard
not far from here.
The apples sweat him out.
Dressed as god, the Sun
watches and nods.
He bleeds for them
out of his own mouth.


A god's mask
means protection.
But in time,
he will suck them dry.


And autumn will fall.
Postures will fall.
Pulses will fall,
like pills,
like poison.



ii.
A cloud forest
signals the first 
of the shadows.


Summer is nocturnal.


A buttery Moon 
leaves the world 
warm and breathing.


The trees stir, 
the stars hiccup,
and Nighttime climbs onto the birdbath
where it tells you all its tricks.



iii.
Evil blinks from a tree
where the apple skulls
intrude.
The garden combs you
through its arteries,
scooping
your midsummer grave. 


A beautiful accident
closes in on itself.


And then a light like milk.
And then the whistling.



iv.
Summer whistles in the dark:
The sound of Evil kneeling
to the imagination
undoing him. 


A deadly glow 
becoming
a romance 
on the white fences.


Nighttime draws dust 
away from your shoulders,
translates Summer sound
and says, 


You are your own harvest.


Your madness is only there
when you want it to be.


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Majestic Frontiers

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.

Unknown horizons beckon,
Logic defying adventures await.
With one final gaze
Toward my unknown destination,
On a quest to find my father.

Mom said he left before I was born.
He won’t be hard to find,
‘Cause she said I look just like him,
But I hold the key of returning.
The ball of yarn he should have used,
To find his way, back to us...




___________________________________
For Constance's 'A Magical Journey' Contest


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kaleidoscope

through a tiny lens
held firmly with hands
eyes gaze in awe..

with a simple twist
colours explode harmoniously
bright, sparkling,blinding..

the colours are stunning
so vivid, so alive
with truth as in life..

this ever changing vision
is but broken glass shards
not whole, not complete..

simple, plain, tiny pieces
they don't fit, they don't belong
different shades, different sizes..

fragmented, swirling on command
no direction,they stop; at one's touch
and through this seemingly disconnect..

therin lies their beauty
for these tiny glistening pieces
imperfect jewel tone shades, dance; together..

revealing the essence of life,
humanity and all who breathe
for they gloriously join; naturally..

to inspire joy, excitement, wonderment
the green piece could be a used wine bottle
tiny violet piece from a castaway vase..

regardless of their origin
these magnificant, illuminating pieces
unite as one and magically dance..

with truth as in life
beauty is as beauty does
fusing together, naturally, effortlessly..

kaleidoscope..

broken shards now glistening jewels
the spirit of every man, woman and child
is part of this most magical creation..

for every size, shape and gorgeous hue
is us; in every race, age & size
coming together, to create, to inspire..

tunnel vision seamlessly vanishes
as eyes are opened; captivated
at the wonderment, joy and harmony of..

becoming one; beautifully and with faith..

kaleidoscope.


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Echo Your Empathy

You’re my star – I set fire to our firey rose Bouquet of stars – I hand to you – We’re opposites, like poetry and prose You came out of the blue, I’m left without a clue! It all came so soon – the package of surprises All along, you were echoing your leave Anybody out there to help me? Hello? I can’t hear your echo Your echo is what keeps me on my feet I’m a believer…I’m getting discreet Around and round and round, We’re going round in circles We’re doing freestyle singing Swinging side by side…back and forth, Our fate keeps on swinging… Who will fill in the gaps? I never saw the light in goodbye… I’m caving in my ruins…I’m caving in my ruins I admit it – I can’t live without you, Lingering around me like a fly, enchanted by the lightbulb What am I supposed to do with this work of art? I’ve stumbled upon you and fell in love with you But, I’m lost in paradise – dropping levels – there’s mistakes we can’t undo There’s no perfect peace with the world falling at the seams, kissing the debris, Screwing with my head…you won’t ever see a trace of tears on my face – I’m left to be All alone, all along…but without you, I’m stranded in the wilderness… Giving me night-scares instead of dreams of reality I can’t hear your echo of empathy…I can hear chaos unraveling; I can hear the commotion of the ocean Falling victim to bittersweet emotion I can’t hear your echo of empathy…I can barely make out any hope in store I miss living my dream! I keep tell you that! – and all you do is ignore I’m on edge and I get upset and cry my eyes out No one can love this monster, but I won’t accept such foolishness I strayed from my heart’s passion and I got all the symptoms Of a guy with a solitary, silver soul….you stole my dignity My pride, my surreal sensations, my innocence Don’t dismiss me as nonsense Echo your empathy… I’m brokenhearted, but I won’t reveal it to you – you never felt for me So, don’t even bother to ask me why I’m crying? ’Cause I’ll never give you the full truth Almost all my life, I’ve been searching for the woman I love…and to find my heart’s tune But, love didn’t seem like enough – good luck will shower upon me soon You and I will view the astounding full moon… Find your way out of the maze of bewilderment I’m treading this rocky road with or without you – I can’t stand tall You are playing games with me, nourishing my resentment I’m swimming home – underneath the surface, feeling oh so blue Feeling the rejection…the jaded corruption banging at my skull I heard you screaming out my name Are you echoing your praise to me? Are you covering up my shame? Are you echoing my empathy? Echo your empathy… my delightful dolphin in the sea I’m screaming at the top of my lungs When I close my eyes, everything seems so fine Is my love good enough for you? I can hear you echo your empathy My voice is fading and dying out, but you’re my baby… My darling angelic friend of mine Our friendship mixed with love is as succulent as wine Listen to my echoes of my appreciation towards you I could make out your echo of empathy Echo your empathy of ecstasy! Give me your all…whisper in my ears I’ve been lost for many-a-years Come out of your black hole and resuce from my demise Echo your empathy upon me if can be so kind and wise Pursue our zealous goals and we’ll echo our triumph I don’t wanna bleed without you I don’t wanna breathe without you I wanna see your face, glistening with grace Gleaming with grace and I feel like I can beat this race I feel so alive for the first time in a lifetime For the first time in forever, you make me feel happy and oh so sublime Our exaltation is beyond amazing… I can’t get yah out of my head You’re my lullaby – I set fire to the pitch-black sky and I ascend so wondrously The firey rose – I give it to you – it’s a gift that’s articulate and almost flawless You blossomed like a precious rose in the Garden of Glory We’re opposites, like black and white, but you and I will never kiss the abyss Echo your empathy…my munificent maid! You’ve grown so much, miss! I can’t put my mind to bed…it’s racing with thoughts of you always and forever It’s racing with thoughts, blooming so true Echo your words of wisdom and hide not in shadows anymore (your hope’s a blur) – Come out of your shell and stop being so insecure Echo your empathy and you’ll be part of my crew


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This is How I have Come to Fade!

This is how I come to fade!
oh baby I once loved you.
oh I once loved you!!

My heart is aching for you, now.

My love for you cries out!
it cries out!

oh oh this is the way you have made me.
This is the way I have come to fade.

Oh baby I once loved you.



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I Know

I know the end is not near to come
While soldiers bleed
And children die
And drones discharge the precise bomb
The rumors of wars is only the discontent
Of sinners proud and impenitent.

I know no designated time is given
No schedule to prepare for heaven
A life of righteousness 
Will not cease, anticipating the brightness
Of his coming. Faith must from day to day
Surrender to love and obey.

I know that many prophecies exist
That tells the coming of the end
But only of them consist
Of wisdom of the coming King.
From the gospel's page I'm schooled to see
The lightening of eternity.

I know that seed time and harvest shall remain
And a remnant shall reap his joy
Seek ye your peace in vain
Seek ye your wisdom coy
I know the end is not near to come
But living by faith is wisdom.















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Teacher

Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
There not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try so hard to be polite
You send me those who groan
From trials of life
Crying painful body drones
But I face a war continually Lord
Spine crumbling pained bones

I questioned much over the years
Of those you sent my way
But each one has had effect on me
What will I have learned today
I want to tell of things you've done
And why I've learnt to pray

You sent me counseling to help
Through things wrong in my youth
Then church fellowship did help me through
When marriage went down sluice
A teacher friend taught me much
In assertiveness and truth

You sent me someone kind and true
When I'd thought life was gone
A friend of a friend a neighbors brother
Turned out to be the  one
Who'd bring me home and settle again
Protect me and my two sons

You showed me work where I did learn
The skills to pull me through
In kitchens I did learn to cook
In schools help my children too
The staff within were pillars and rocks
In illness helped me do

You send others now to my house
Now I can't go out all alone
I used to sit and ponder sorry
I couldn't do things on my own
But now I have found new waters
I can swim and write a poem

I help others through my charity support
When I can get to phone
I can help in ways that others cant
And control load with able zone
I listen to those there struggling
Look at positives not moan

So I'm thankful for those folk you sent
Though I don't understand your process
But each time one has helped me to 
Understand and cope it's noticed
So send someone to help I'll pray
And I'll listen as perfect hostess




Author's notes

Okay, so I realize as it stands it needs tweaking, but at the time the pen flowed and now it 
needs some TLC... any ideas welcome, although I do not want to detract from the 
meaning/depth.  Any idea of rhyme was not originally intentional so please forgive I know at 
present its dreadful!! Help please?


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Why does the will i am hate Mr Jones?

Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?

Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please

Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have penis envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice

the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am

Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?

but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back

the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?


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Loss for Eternity

in the distance i see you
and i call you back;
I WANT YOU BACK........
and you turn....

look at me
with a split-second
of for-EVER in your eyes

then...as you are
so good at doing
you use that 
devil i don't care
smile

and disappear
right there
in the crystal
swirling liquid 
of my tears

there is a whispering...
"i will wait....
yes, i will wait
next time."

by janetta


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I Do Cry

I do cry for you at night, baby, and I am frightened of this love, for the love you 
make is to my mind;

i want to satisfy every fantasy; make it  reality.

So much I see in you...

Brilliance.

Kindness.

Sensuality.

Creativity.

I run for fear of being burned again, and I cannot allow that...ever.

I'm enchanted, trapped in a spell of delusions because I am unable to touch 
you...

taste you...

feel your warmth upon my neck...

feel your mouth on my dark, erect nipples.

Do you know how much you turn me on...?  How much I want our tongues to 
explore....?  Everywhere.

So deep, go deeper into me, and

promise me forever.


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Closer

We cling to things,
weighing ourselves down with them,
defining ourselves with them, 
and forgetting that our essential selves
are not bound by 
history,
experience,
or our emotional responses to them.

Releasing these attachments,
we float like a balloon, 
rising ever closer to
the divine.


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Joy in the Morning (Seven-by-Seven)

Tempest of the raging storm
Bellowing clouds up ahead
Ocean waves jumping like rope
Shattering lighting striking
Thunder roaring like boulders
Peace unto the wind be still
Joy cometh in the morning

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and 
the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.  


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Memories Crypt

When this pen of mine it dries
Pondered words in memory dies
Forever lost on paper wrought
Emotions gone in fleeting thought
Left there to beg unwritten script
Falls quiet into memories crypt
What words hath thou in mind
You have failed to leave behind?


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My Poems

My poems are not for leisure
They are guns 
Aim at imperial anatomy
Notes slipped to a teller’s eyes
For easy withdrawal
Of ancestral deposits
My poems are not for leisure
They are flowers for graves
Of dead theories and foolish warriors
Who slave for vanity
Flowers cover well the rot
Of lovers’ insanity.
My poems are not for leisure
They are for children
Who have heard the piper’s call
After the elevation of the rats
Who put banks on crutches 
Of tarp funds, bailing out
On mortgages where homeless
Families wander 
In insensitive arguments of the street
My poems will never be silent
Against Godless lies
And crooks impenitent 
In Congress or Parliaments
Striking from the dark of consciences
Bleeding alone in teary trenches
Gasping the green gas
Of laws muting its militant lines
I give you my poem – not anesthesia
Just wine.


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Fetus

Conceived 
Not always of love
I am a mass of sells 
My name fetus 
My domain a womb 
My reason for being uncertain 
Yet swollen feet cravings and spitting a belly
Swelling morning sickness creating 
Embarrassing episodes and milk escaping the
Confines of swollen breast tells the story of my
Presence my devolvement though exciting and
Fulfilling takes its toll on the body that sustains 
My survival 
As I strive to grasp life waves of sound interrupt 
My privacy and illustrate my nakedness 
And I question 
Should I forsake my effort or would fate deny me 
Entry to a world my perception deems imbued in 
The follies of man 
In my restlessness I stretch and kick 
A phenomenon that excites my bearer 
Perpetuating an anxious happiness 
That lingers throughout my existence 
In the likeness of man my body the image of my
Creator my soul 
I enter this world 
And with a cry I pronounce my arrival 
The pain of my nativity forgotten 
The joy of my birth takes its place in the heart 
Of my Mother



Earl S. Jackson
Feb 1982


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved




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Rosa and Klaus

They rode the bus with me today
From our town to the big city
she, so dainty, hands crossed, old hands.
Ankles crossed ever so slightly,
so very ladylike.

He had his arm aorund her,
Protecting her from the cold window
when the train went to and fro too.
She would look at him 
with such love and trust.

He loves her too, ever so much.
How many years they have been together
he seemed to say.
With the good years and the bad
we have each other still.

Yes she said to him,
Rosa and Klause rode the bus with me today.


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Joshua's Dilemma

What does it tell you
when a man sees the light,
but first the darkness.
It all fades away in time 
passing through the rough of a mind,
that is beautifully insane.
Only the one that is in it can get out 
of  the twilight of terror,
standing,
staring,
gazing,
waiting till the time 
to strike! 
I'm wondering 
if it's me 
or the spirit 
that has been chasing me,
to gain a soul 
that is not rightfully his,
insane as it is.


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guaranteed money back...

Stuck.  Glued.  Skewed.
devoted to devotion
dedicated to dancing
on a string

threw away the safety net
to take the chance on
just
once
more

give me a reason
to be here


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True Love This Time

Down the narrow stretches of life,
We glide.
Love and our partner,
Beside.
Timbers growing,
Strong,
We can never, 
Go wrong.
Reaching,
To the Sky,
So pleasing,
To the Eye.
Whispering through,
The trees.
Only trying,
To please.
Carry me,
Away.
For here,
I cannot, Stay.

Now searching,
Never finding,
Never ending,
Never winning.
Missing,
What once was mine.
Longing,
For such a long time.
Wondering,
Who’s next in line.
Wanting,
True love this time.


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As A Phoenix

Do not kiss
                those broken mirrors
A lost reflection in a shattered glass

Do not embrace a black smoke bellow
Shedding noxious fumes

From the inside, let not the feud
     of sorrows uncertain
                              consume you
with its tattered trail

Cast aside those soulless shadows
         Step within the light
A glister of the possible
Ah…I know the clamor
                             at injustice
in a stark, dank, world
                     for I have wailed it!

Dance, my love
                    in a sunlit shimmer
Open up the heavy curtains
of uncertainties veil
Dust away the years of torment
Do not hold fast
                          in iron fists
to that which choked the tender

Find that tiny flicker
                      deep within your eyes
on low beam…..
               Fan the flame
                        With the fuel of forget
Let that fire burn
        and rage…
Let it destroy remember
Leave ashes in your wake
                 dusting distant streets

Blaze a trail of Triumph!

Do not kiss those shattered mirrors
For, lost is he who does…..


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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


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Piano Practice

Each piano note 
Played skillfully with soothe hands 
No need for tension . . . 
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic 
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music, 
We need it so desperately! 
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note 
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands 
No need for tension . . . 
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread 
Your velvet wings and fly today 
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness.... 
It can heal the soul...it can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . . 
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~


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Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place


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Moving On

Days have become long and werey.
Her heart is falling apart.
She spends her nights crying over him 
wishing they were still together.
She loved him but he did not love her.
He cheated on her and she took him back 
only to let him hurt her again.
Why does she love him?
Why doesn't he love her?
He treats her like crap and doesn't care 
about her feelings.
She does everything she can to make him 
happy and its doesn't seem to help.
Now thinking back on what he did she stops
crying over the jerk that crushed her and goes
onto live her life with a  guy that truly cares
for her and know she is truly happy.


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Take One More Breath

My bedroom walls are closing in
The white paint seems to taunt me as I wonder how to escape
The posters on my wall no longer offer comfort but repetition
As the paper thin eyes staring down on me cause more confusion

Fool for waiting and hoping to be accepted
Fool for trying to please those who have no limitation on their desires
Fool for chasing down a path that doesnt exist
Fool for letting others take away your dreams

Sunlight flickers past the curtain as heat fills the air
Stepping outside may lead to the end
Searching for answers that could stay hidden forever
But I choose to breathe
I choose to live


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The Days

The days have come and gone,
Since then i have felt forlorn,
I could never have told you what i held true in my heart,
I was afraid that we would part,
For i wouldn't know what to do,
Because without you,
I am a lost soul,
I just wouldn't know where to go,
When we were together,
I could never spoil the moment, i felt that it was better,
If I had let us stay as we were rather than see what we could've been, 
I didn't want to jeopardize you just for you to have seen,
That i had loved you, that i always had and always will,
I just needed for you to know that i cared till
Till the end of infinity and the end of time,
I just knew that we were perfectly in chime,
For you are all that has ever mattered to me, 
You are my world and my everything, nothing else mattered to me, not even my 
TEE,
You always occupied my mind,
To the extent that i wouldn't have noticed if i had signed,
Away my life along with everything in it, i would give up everythng and anything for 
you,
I would give anything to be with you just once more i would give away my life and 
everything in it too,
I'd do it just for you, so if you didn't know before, you do now, 
I knew that i loved you the first time i met you, i don't even know how,
But all i know is that my love for you is true,
Because i love you for being you!


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the key

Shapely and sturdy
with ridges 
to explore..

The texture is 
smooth
and lovingly 
adored..

A priceless gift 
which can 
only be bestowed..

By a thought 
a moment
of pure 
heavenly bliss..

So with this key
that unlocks
for only a rare few..

May you find
upon entering
this..

sacred..

glorious..

place..

Your key
fits 
perfectly..

In your
own
precious gate.


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Love Is..

Love is soemthing , hard to find
Something that can take very long
For one of use to even find

Love is something that can heal
Something that you show to someone else
For one to love is really hard to feel

Love can be happines
Something  you wait for nine months
For someone to give birth for the first time

Love can sometimes be rage
Something goes wrong and we complain
For one to be wise can be hard for us

Love can be freedom
Something you can feel secure about
For someone that is close to you 
For one of us to trust 
With no harm ever done

Love is all around us
We feel it almost everyday
Even if we dont feel it
There is someone out there


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No magic Pill

Broken and battered
slipshod and shattered
we've all but hidden
amongst the scattered

Lost in our wake
we fake and then take
shelter oblivious
to what's truly at stake

Trembling in fear
from the darkness near
trying to hold on
to what we hold dear

Our heart cry's are hollow
while we stand strong to follow
all along,
it's a tough pill to swallow...

It's easier to sedate
then to truly relate
purposeful forgetting
instead of facing the slate

During the course of our sleep
we must try hard to keep
that feeling inside
which reach far and deep

There is no silver bullet
no magic pill to pull us
from this stupor
we have fallen to dullness

We are all searching for answer's
which we won't find on paper
written in our heart's
is our creator's Love draper...


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I'm Going Somewhere

I longed for you
you're coming
finally
I wait as you wash over
my being
totally
submersing in your presence
taking me away from them
those people
around
spectating
I longed for you
for years
tearing at my own soul
I would cry inside myself
My mind was a mass of vines
Now you're coming
You wash over me
I'm going somewhere


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Beautiful Oblivion

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)

Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night. 
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)

Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)

Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)

You will never be what anyone wants. 


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Love

I keep hearing that you exist. 
People say they see you-
They touch you.
They say you help them when depressed, sad and lonely.
They say you keep people together- forever.
Some even say you do not work all the time;
You have a tendency to fade away-
Only for a short time, however,
For you can return to set things back to norm.
I'm curious- love.
Do you really return?-
Do you really fade away?-
Do you really keep people together- forever?-
Do you really console the depressed, sad and lonely?-
For I am sad, lonely and depressed.
Will not you help me?
Why ignore me?-
Or forget me?
Why listen to what others have to say about me?
I tried to reach for you too-
You just could not see.
For sadness, depression and loneliness kept you blind;
Blind from watching my hands reach out to you...
You fell-
Long gone-
Never came back.
Do not worry-
I keep hearing that you exist.
Tis' true?- 
Do you really- 
Exist?


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So Shall It Be In The End

What choice has bittersweet despair,
A dying rose,
An empty chair.
Shall I then grieve and weep for thee
And temper broken heart and soul
So I can cherish one more gaze
Of happiness, of summer days
And bristle with abiding love
Of life cast now in shade and brook,
This ebb which pains with force and fate
United soon through heavens gate.


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One Day I Will Ask My Friend.

One day I will ask my friend
why He chose blue, for water
and sky, and why He chose green
for grass, brown for dirt and black 
for night, pink for the sunset, and
yellow for the moon, sun, and stars.

But one day I will ask Him why He
chose them al, for the Rainbow!


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Inseparable Love (Sedoka)

The father and son
Inseparable relations
Guiding the path of true faith
Love of a mother
Glorious pillar of strength
Wept at the foot of the cross


The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a 
katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, pair of katauta 
as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.  
The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts: 
5/7/7.  



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I'm Still Here

I wanted,
to touch you in a way
that melts your soul,
but you pulled away

I wanted,
to be your shelter
to protect you from the storm,
but you invited the rain

I wanted, 
to be your desire, all your
fantasies untold,
but you allowed yourself to stray

I wanted, 
to be your protector
to keep you safe from harm,
but you pushed me aside

I wanted,
to be all that you've 
been looking for
but you never unlocked the door

I wanted,
to make you see, you can be anything
you want to be,
but you just couldn't hear me

I wanted,
to pick you up and carry you through
all the struggles and all the pain
but you laughed at the thought

I wanted,
to show you that I'm stronger than you think
but you closed your eyes

I wanted,
to provide anything that you needed
but you denied me once again,

I wanted,
to talk to you about the future we could hold
but you turned on the radio,
to try to tune me out

I wanted,
to love you with such a passion
so fierce and so true,
but you said with so much anger
I deserve better than you,

I wanted,
to make you see what I see 
when I'm looking at you,
but you broke the mirror
what can I do?

I wanted,
to write you a beautiful love letter
but the words wouldn't rhyme and it,
wouldn't touch you the way I'd want it to

I wanted,
to sing you a song that would make you
cry inside yourself but you wouldn't listen,
because the wall you've built around yourself
is almost impossible to climb,
I'd like to try...


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Signs of Love

As the wind blows and you feel it caress your face, think of my love wrapped in 
a kiss, gently touching your cheek 
When you see a butterfly, think of my free spirit gliding by just to say hello 
When the sun is shining bright and you feel its warmth all through your body, it 
is my love wrapping itself around you
As the rain begins to fall, each drop that you feel is like a tear that I cry for 
missing you
As the days pass so quickly, I am left wondering if the only way you will know 
my love, is by the signs of nature; 
or will you know my touch and my kiss as well as my warmth and the beauty of 
my spirit, because you are holding me close in your arms? 


Copyright © 2006   Shari E Davis


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Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.





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My Heart Will Go On!

M y heart was not perpaird for this!
Y ou caught me so off gaurd.

H ow could you leave my life, like there was never any love at all.
E very time I remember you, the pain contenues.
A fter all we have been through, you departed.
R ed roses you gave me, said you loved me.
T onight I cry for you.

W hat you have done for me, has opened my eyes. 
I will never forget this for it has been my life lesson.
L ook at me.
L ook at me, you have made me.

G od forbid this, but it is what is now.
O h how I want you back.

O ne day I might forgive you.
N ever will I stop loveing you.


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Your Ferocious Gaze

I crossed the path,
To meet your gaze.
Such a ferocious gaze.
It bore anger down upon your prey.
Curious horror came across my face.

I pulled you aside and,
Far, far away.
To find out why
You were after that prey.

I wanted to cry,
For the pain that showed in your eyes.
I grasped you close,
Oh so close to my breast.
To shush the beast inside.

The beast raged and roared,
To stay high above your best.
I hoped to clam him, 
At least just a little.

To my surprise,
The beast I did sooth.
Back came you.
Your soul came flying free.
To finish taming thy beast.

Away went the beast,
Away went the ferocious gaze,
Away went the look of curious horror from my face.
Came falling down, the invisible tears of yours.
And mine did follow, as visible as day,
Because of the pain I sought,
In Your Ferocious Gaze.


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* Foot prints on the heart

A day comes when you know
the many people that have come
and gone have left you with
many foot prints on your heart.

The foot print treads imprinted
deep on the heart of one looking
at life differently through eyes,
open now wide taking everything in.

Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing
nothing but the ugliness life once held.
Escaping through the boarded up,
windows sealed with black paint.

Seeing the beauty all around embracing,
all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge,
when wet holds all that it has soaked in.
releasing only when squeezed out.

The foot prints of the many people who,
have come and gone are the sponges
within her heart, squeezing out only the,
ones which held her captive for so long.

Others, she keeps tucked away within,
remembering all of them who have passed.
Their foot prints impacted on the heart of,
the one now with eyes wide open.


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The Worst Must Come First

The worst  always comes first,
we will always kiss dogs and frogs
and keep kissing till one becomes a prince.
The fairy tale always starts with a curse,
that takes so long before it's a wish.
We will stand on our tip toes
just to find we are looking in on a war.
We'll find ourselves covered 
in mud, blood, and someone else's skin.

The worst will always come first.
We can't have our smiles with out our tears,
can't have our strengths with out our fears.
We would never have true love
with out the mistake that made us realize we can love.
We'll live in the ghetto
to realize life is worth holding on to.
And we'll drive the old cars
to realize that it doesn't really matter.

The worst will always be the first...
With out my first heartache
I would never be able to love myself
and with out my first tear 
I would never know I could smile
With out my first nightmare 
I could never appreciate the dreams
and with out my first lonely night
I would never have known who I am.

The worst has always been my first,
and that first won't be my last,
to make me realize
that just because it is the worst,
doesn't mean it's the last chance.


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Romanticized View of Everything, Written to No One

Strap on your guitar,
tell me when you heard the words
my face came to mind,
you don't like country music
but you like this song;
you think Tim McGraw wrote it
just for you to play for me--

"Just to see you smile I'd do anything"
your voice is monotone,
you're missing all the notes,
but when you look me in the eye
to say the things you're singing...

"When my world goes crazy
you're right there to save me"
we all want to be love's savior,
to give and to get equally with hands
that never fold and play the martyr,
that can always hold and take away pain--

I'm listening to Tim McGraw's words,
only hearing all the ones he left out--
stories of friendship, of care,
how it came before this love,
how he loved the girl too much 
to tell her, at least for awhile. 

Is that too romanticized, 
or is it hope that will get us there?
Am I playing the fool 
sitting here, writing love poems
to no one?

I ask these questions every night
though they always answer the same--
we've got to care before we can love
we've got to love before we can be loved




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To Get Past the Day

When you feel like the day has turned a blind eye upon you
Seek not the shelter of your inner being, but step out
Let not it beat you into submission, but rather smile
Welcome the day and say to it, “I will not be your victim
But rather, I will be victorious today, as the smile on my face
Is the prize that you will never take from me.”
Look then at the faces of everyone else and know that 
Happiness is strength and strength was always there
Just needing to be recognized. 


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A Spiritual War

As the new guy in school, I was blessed to be hanging around a few guys who were 
considered "cool."  I had gotten the heads-up about "Lee" the school bully.  I did what I could 
to avoid him totally.  That changed one day after gym.  On my way to 5th period I literally 
bumped into him.  I had always been a guy to show brotherly love.  It surprised me when he 
spun around and gave me a shove.  I knew this would be the day to show how tough I was.  
Even the other kids in the hall felt the buzz.
       Something inside me instantaneously began tearing me apart.  I closed my eyes and 
listened to my heart.  Of course, I could not visibly see spiritually.  But something was 
happening around me.  I felt dizzy and my choices weren't easy.  How was I to know several 
demons were very busy.  I was momentarily blind, and those demons were clawing at my 
mind.  Screaming "Hit him, hit him" and spiritually pushing me in the back.  Yelling in my 
inner ear to attack!
       While this war was going on in my head, I thought I heard a swoosh as wingspread.  I 
couldn't see spiritually but hundreds of angels surrounded me with swords of fire that blazed 
the color of sapphire.  Me and Lee stood toe to toe in the corridor.  Spiritually, Michael the 
Archangel wagged war.  Subconsciously I was aware of other kids standing around in the 
background waiting, anticipating my next move.
       Now a different softer voice whispered, "You have nothing to prove."  Around Michael 
and his glorious angels those demons lay dead.  A sense of peace filled my head.  Slowly the 
anger subsided.  My decision was decided.  I no longer felt spiritually weak this day.  I turned 
the other cheek and walked away.  Behind me I heard no curses and there was no attack.  I 
could have sworn I felt a pat on my back.....



Note: To a friend who enjoys my "stories".....


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Mistake

Falling deep,
Hard and strong.
Can’t stop from falling,
In love with your gaze,
And I won’t realize it,
Until I’m hit hard in the face, 
A horrible reminder of this morbid place.
Can’t stop time,
And can’t turn it back,
Can’t change your place,
In a world made of class.
My heart shatters,
Like glass,
When you aren’t around,
And yet you don’t notice,
Until the day,
I’m gone for good.
Invisible,
Not there for you to admire.
And now you’re the one falling,
And falling,
Until you’re hit in the face,
And realize you’ve made your biggest,
Mistake.


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Seek Ye His Face

You! – Put the gun down!!!
Take it away from your head
Erase the thought from your mind
Overcome that worried state of mind
Get on your knees and raise your head
Call on God for help and salvation
Build up your faith and your strength
Seek help from the tip of your tongue
Rejuvenate and elevate into His flock
Seek, ask, and He shall grace you
Say it, believe, and He will touch you
Now walk with me and let’s fellowship!


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A Chance

As I sit here and talk to you
I wonder what you are thinking
For I cannot see your face
It is hidden by miles and technology
I have seen it, but only for a little while
I want to feel the taste 
Of your lips kissing mine
I want to feel the warmth
Of your body next to mine
I want to hear the sweetness 
Of your voice telling me you love me

To want something so bad
I can taste it
To know that I could never have it
Breaks my heart
Why can you not be here?
Why could we not have met another way
I guess our hearts are being tested
To see if we can withstand 
The time, the distance, the chance
Because that is what this is
A chance
A chance that you are you
A chance that what you say is true
A chance that these feelings are real
A chance that there's a chance
Maybe someday you will read this poem
And know that I took a chance


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The Dispersal

Ominous fear, hate of formless things,
squirms unbidden
to the surface of an unboxed grave
worming its way upward.

Fear not
are worms not of God?
Give shape the formless fears.
Disperse the miasma.
Confront the horror,
known and unknown
for are they not all creations of God?

Drive forward on butterfly wings
leave the cocoon of fear
the worms discontent.
Free mind and spirit
from the villains of despair
let sunshine flow 
through the arteries of man.


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His Only Chance

She was his only chance
to rid himself of this curse.
At first it was just a ploy
to get her to say those words.

His one and only chance
to leave his monstrous form behind
and with it this prison he was in.

But she changed him.
He could hear her saying those words, 
"I love you"
but they were only in his mind, 
not from her heart.

Time went by, 
his cold heart melting before her,
but he could not do this.

He freed her from this hell,
his hell.

He felt no pain, no fear, 
just hope.
The hope of seeing her again.

The day was dawning
and with it his final hour.
The simple drop of a petal
to signal his end.

Until she came back!

What he didn't know 
was that he changed her
as much as she changed him.

Her skies were brighter
and not just the color
of the rotting pages in her books.

They freed each other
from their own hell.
Now they can just be...

Free.


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It all begin's within'

The golden properties
of our higher consciousness

like fine threads of golden silk
being spun by a master weaver

promise for our taste of honey and milk
salvation coming from our soul's reliever

It all begin's within'........


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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, 
why are you so cruel, 
Why do you reflect such a figure, 
So sad and insecure. 
Mirror, Mirror, 
what do you need? 
What can I do, 
to make you happy? 
Sweet girl in the mirror, 
who reaches towards me, 
reaches out to touch me, 
but our fingers never meet. 
You smile when I smile, 
But I can see right through, 
I know your pain pretty girl, 
because I feel it too. 
Girl in the mirror, 
what makes you so sad? 
what drives your anger? 
and makes you so mad? 
Sweet girl in the mirror, 
how well you know me, 
I'm sorry that you will never know, 
what its like to be free. 


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I L-O-V-E You

I don't want to
h
 e
  a
    r.
I don't want to
s
 e
  e.
All I want is you and
m
 e.
I want to be together
f
 o
   r
    e
      v
        e
           r.
Don't you get it?
I l-o-v-e
y
 o
  u.


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anonymous hopes and promises

I won't use your name,
because people like us,
like to sometimes,
remain anonymous.
I hope you make it till Friday,
I hope you find a place,
theres so much I could say,
how about just a couple promises,
from junkie to junkie.
I promise after Thursday ends,
Friday will begin.
I promise that you are,
definitely worth it.

I hope you make it till Friday,
I hope you find a place.
But what I hope for most for you,
I hope, for hope, for you.

I hope you do.
I really hope you do.


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Help

I tried to cry out,
I tried to say something,
I tried to speak up,
speak up and ask.
I tried to ask for help,
I tried so hard to be heard.
And no one heard.
I kept trying,
I kept calling and crying out.
Would no one hear me?
I tried to reach out,
out for help,
love,
security,
acceptance,
anything.
And no one heard.
Until it was too late.


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Nothing Something Everything Anything

When I look into some people’s eyes,
I see NOTHING.
Yet in other people’s eyes,
I see SOMETHING…
Distant, yet recognizable,
And I want to get closer.

But when I look into your eyes,
I see EVERYTHING,
And when our eyes meet,
Our souls collide,
And ANYTHING is possible.

In your eyes,
I am healed.


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Valentine Blues

You want a little rhyme,
From me to you,
To get rid of your Valentine’s blues.
Well, here it goes:
You came at me like a blow to the head.
I rose back up, to fall down again,
Blown away by your sweet remarks,
Your teased attempts to jumble my thoughts,
Much to our surprise it worked,
And now we’re both hooked.
Completely booked on a ride to the sky,
Our heads held high when we took our dive,
Hand in hand.
We’ll get through this together until our end.
You and I,
Let’s take our time.
And find our way,
To become One on our special day.


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To VC

Memories are like flowers
When the bright petals fall
The heart is webbed by powers
Of seeds growing at the wall
And so the times your lashes
Dance, with every smile and glance
The heart giggles and splashes
Drunken from sips of chance
To breathe your beauty 
And believe your flirting
While in the pew of sanity
I hide the subtle hurting
What was that desire, that love bright
That still come haunting me last night?


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Spring Colors

Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment 
For the sun to return on another spring day


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Untitled..

It happened again,
all my hoping, all my praying
all my crying, did nothing for me,

It changed nothing,
it helped to think
that maybe something,
would be different this time
but it wasn't,

It always ends this way,
it will never change
something's wrong, 
and nothing's right

I constant hear,
of others happiness
and pure bliss,
I can't stand it
because for me,
it's only pure misery

How can I bring myself, 
to be happy
over someone's gain,
and my lost

The answer is,
I can't
if I did, I would be lying,
to myself and to them

How can I be close,
to the closest of me
when what we share,
is not the same
and my hearts in so much pain,
and I fear it will never change

The very thought,
that it's happening
to so many other people,
and not me, is what kills me

So many women,
carrying blessings
everlasting gifts,
ones they can treasure forever

I would give my all, 
to have a chance to carry my miracle
my blessing, my gift from god,
a child of mine

My body has failed me deeply,
or did I fail my body
have I done something wrong,

I look back,
to all the months that I lost
and come to a conclusion,
it was all my fault

I'm all alone,
to what I feel inside
nobody ever sees,
the tears I cry

I know I'm not alone,
to all the pain 
that goes around,
but in my heart I feel
the worlds ENTIRELY left out...






(March 1999)
lost my baby last year 
hoping for a miracle.


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Lost

Confused and lost
sitting in a place full of ghosts
longing for  love I will never find
hoping one day someone will understand me
holding my heart close behind this wall
wanting someone to take it and keep it safe
knowing it will never happen
no one can see past the wall that's in place
hiding who I am from prying eyes
never letting anyone see my longing
never able to find the door to let them in
being ever eluded by the truth
a truth only felt from love
no one really sees me
no one really cares to look


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incomplete

Don't ask me please,
because please I can't do.
My rubber backbone,
will only cheat you.

I'm a lonely disease,
I'm the cold in the breeze,
I'm on my knees,
my hands are tied,
and I've tried.
I've tried, I tried, I tried, I tried.
I've tired out,
I've died out,
incomplete.

Don't give me a headache,
it will last all week.
My bleeding feet,
need to hit the street.


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Friendship

in time, we will go our seperate ways..i dont ever ever ever ever ever ever ever 
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever want that day...to come, 
because our friendship might be done...after that, i sat, in a corner, and i 
mourned her.

some day, when we're  older, time will go by much much slower. but when i see 
that ur still there, i say with all my heart how much i care. When the time comes 
for me to go, i want you to know, that  you'll never be alone. I'll always be with you 
no matter where you go, no matter who you are with, i will be with you and stay 
with you ..and give you all my bliss.

Its times like these, when i see, what you truly mean to me. Why your there, why 
you care. It's because of when i need you, you were there, and you were true. You 
were the best friend i could find, If I lost you, i would die, but since you're here, let 
me be clear, dont you ever, ever leave me, i wont see, i wont be alive, i will die.

Even though you make me mad, i am ever so glad to be your friend. Even when 
the times are rough, and all you need is a little love. Well you came to the right 
one, because i am a lot of fun. When you need me, in good times and bad, dont 
worry, dont be sad, because I am done.


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Illuminate

My darling,
When the light of the moon fades
And the warming rays of the sun turn cold
Turn not your head to avoid the truth
Look upon it, study it, understand
That all may seem lost
But as long
As light
Remains
In your heart
There is always hope


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My Name Is Love

My name is Love
I am the name everyone wants to hear
You pray your whole life just to hear it once
It is a name that can comfort
Bring two people together
Making their lives better, happier
It’s also a name that can frighten
Ruin a relationship if it is used to early
Destroy hope if it is used to late
Four letters, one syllable, one word 
That brought down the walls of Troy
Made Romeo and Juliet legends
Empires were built and destroyed because of me
Two lovers started a new life by just saying my name
My name is Love
Use my name sparingly
Only with an open heart
Only when it is spoken in truth
Will it be the one name spoken
That will heal a broken heart
Bring a smile to a young girls face
Give hope to an innocent child
And keep the world turning as it always should


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Behind Every Cloud

In life there will always be hardships that causes much trouble and pain. But 
always remember that the sunshine will always come after the rain. We suffer 
from so many probblems,but everything will be alright. If you can endure through 
the darkness,until everything comes to the light. Our futures are very 
uncertain,but still there's no reason to fear. Because if your'e afraid of a 
challenge,it causes more pain and despair. Sometimes we get hurt in 
relationships by family as well as friends. But still we should never hold 
grudges,it's all about making amends. Whenever your heart has been 
broken,and your'e been misguided by love. You must seek your guidance and 
shelter from high in the heavens above. See nothing in life is forever,which 
means you can never depend. On thinking that someone will be there,because 
people will change like the wind. We set ourselves up for these failures,our focus 
on god is the key. Because there is on one who is blind as the one who refuses 
to see. The lord is my great inspiration,he gives me the proper insight. I make 
him my sun in the daytime,as well as my star in the night. With him I can cover 
the potholes that dwell in the depths of my lawn. Because surely the most 
darkest hour will come but it's right before the dawn. 


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Reach high

Be it calm to the mind
for if you look and you shall find
Realms of inspirations
will billow with expectations;
from life 

Find beauty in everything, 
hear joy the voices that sing 
Touch and be touched 
to those that reach a hand 
Find the love in your heart for fellow man 

Find appreciation for what you have 
Don’t find fault where it’s evident 
Give praise to the forever present ,
and you will find 

What you give out 
Shall one day return on to you 
Remember to choose 
The golden rule 

Have faith in a higher God 
Don’t reach for what’s faults or odd 
Don’t plunder yourself in materials things 
They may only leave you empty with what they bring 

Speak to your inner thoughts 
Find your shining star  
Life is a journey, be happy with who you are 



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Just Another Crush

YOU DONT MEAN A THING TO ME.

Oh how i wish those words were true.
But infact its just a lie
And i can't get over you.

Believe me, i have tried.
But theres something i cant ignore.
Theres just this quality you have
That makes me want you even more.

Its the way you dont even have to try.
Youre just yourself and nothing less.
All the guys want to be your best friend,
All the girls you seem to impress.

Myself included, without a doubt.
But, i was not the one you admired.
Some girl came along better than me,
And she was the one you desired.

Oh well, i shrugged it off.
I decided you werent all that unique.
No point in heart break. 
Afterall,
There'll be another 'you' next week.
.
.
.
.(sike)


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Momma. I Know You'er Looking Too.

Momma you always said to me,
"babe when I'm not there and
you'er scared, look up at the
moon and I'll be there."


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Heal Me

I bow my head,
I'm at your feet.
Can you see what is covering me?
I love you deep,
but love this more.
Can you still truly accept me?
My heart is buried,
beneath scars and wounds.
Can you still place your hand around it and hold it tight?
God I've struggled
with a world that I loathe and fear.
Can you somehow remove me from here?
I bow my head.
I'm at your feet.
Can you please heal me?


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My Love for Thee


My Love for thee will always be.
For your love is what sets me free,
you were so sweet you swept me
off my feet.
My heart went pitter patter and the
beat became such a treat.

My love for thee will always be.
First love the kind that dazes and
crazes the emotions and mind.
Pinch me please make sure you
find it is me inside and not just 
someone blind.

My love for thee will always be.
For you are all that my heart and eyes can see.
First love that engaged you and me.
The certain look in each other’s eyes.
Exasperated moments of lows and highs,
your love has me always in a sigh.

Pinch please and you will see,
my love for you will always be.
It will always be you for me.
Love is blind but my heart is not.


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Love Untainted

You are my morning dawn 
…My evening dusk
Features of essence ever changing

Your eyes the flame of desire
…A calm cool wind
The light of the sun and blushing moon

You’re my crossing into fantasy
…The voice of reality
That breath of life I deeply inhale

Your softly mordant smile
 …A presence realized
Flashing sparks igniting my spirit

You possess of abilities magic
…A powerful flow
Feeding the passion of my soul

You only need lay your embering touch
…Ethereal fingers caress
Melting my fear I lay at your feet

You’re silent shadowed departure
…Icing the walls to a shimmer
From the light I bear inside for you

Interminable love…


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Essence Of Her Human Spirit.

Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…

Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject of assiduous study…

Bearing witness her ears chronicle every touch of moment
Append her the whisper of ardor…

Those thoughts build stairs to the threshold of her mind
Scale its heights with pure intent…

One unsullied heart in pash heated spirit given to me freely
Held amorously it becomes my own…

I enter her arms into the gateway of tender adoration
Where I sleep safely in serenities peace…


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Moon and Night

There was a battle 
Between darkness and light
The moon and the night
As hard as it fought
Night was no match
The stars glowered in envy
Eclipsed by her outreaching glow
For the moon reigned over all
As if a lighthouse 
Hung in the heavens
Shedding her light 
To guide lost souls


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A True Friend

one that doesn't
spread rumors
lies
unorthadox comments
a person that enjoys
respects the company
of a true companion
love can partake a soul
to change
the completion of a friend
that is true is God
another time of thoughts
funny
realizm
integrity
a complex emotion
in deed one true friend
is difficult to find


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Consciences are Thin

Dark slide grind

Skating around issues
Breaking ice around in spheres 
Wearing gaudy skirts that sparkle
In the wind
People never believe things until 
It’s the end

What will it take to convince?
Social issues don’t mean a thing if there is no world to have them in
Politics and latest fashions are useless since, 
It takes more then enough time to win
Affections of green paper and greedy oil corporations
Expansions, folding of ill-will and shady ways
Consciences are thin, now-a-days

It's a lot easier to ignore and deny
Then to right oneself and imply
Goodness to the World

If I put all these facts into a binder, present them in a sense
Of pure simplicity and smack-you-in-the-face 
reality
Would you still deny the fact that we are becoming past tense
Killing what makes us real in the first place, Certainty 
Isn’t what it was, anymore 
Dashboards won’t save human ideas and massive clots of minds
Darning of holes in layers unknown can’t stop Mother Earth exploding from it’s 
core

At times, it’s really not that easy to ignore 
					the signs



_____
Global Warming, it’s Happening. Let's Join Together and Do Something About It. 





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Chance

Two distant, solemn souls
share a park bench in silence

unaware
that the perfect rhythm of
their hearts causes 
ripples on the lake
Aspen leaves to shimmer above
changes in the static disturbance of
the atmosphere  forever . . .

until their eyes meet.


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Blossom

If I could, I would
     wrap you up 
tightly
     in the softest down
blankie
and 
rock your broken heart
      until you felt safely
protected and
      strong
      enough 
to open your eyes
   and know the tears
      that soak your world
         come from
God
     to
     water tender shoots
pushing up through despair and
confusion to
    seek
    the light
that
    softly glows in your heart
    and grows a tiny bit
       brighter
minute by
hour
    until there
at the corner of your lips
a slight tug
works
    so desperately to 
          grow into
              a ~
Blossom.

Love you, my fragile friend.


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Simple Things

My beautiful daughters laughter
My ever-loving wife
Family…
Walking on sunset beaches
Telling stories at bedtime
Silent moments of understanding
Giving out “I love you” freely
Holding me up when I’m weak
The inflections in your voice
Letting me alone
All these gifts you give to me,
Like the fire in your eyes
These are my truths of life
All of these fill me with tomorrow’s desire
You…
Me…
We…	


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Give Him Your Heart


Someday, I believe
And only me, that truly knows
There in the New Jerusalem, I’ll live
Happily, with my Lord
I will not feel 
The sorrow and pain
That I’ve in this world
For my Father promised me
The true life
The happiness
The right 
To sing him praises 
Among the blest, in his throne 
Would you like to live in my Father’s house?
If you do, then, come and follow me
I will show you his love
And the Father will open the gate
If, you’ll give him your heart

 


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You're Still With Us

Your beautiful Morning Glories
Are just beginning their climb
Where they will once more reign
And in all their glory shine

A reminder to those of us who love you
You are still here for us if need be.
I'll try my best to keep them 
Watered and weed free

As they wave from that old flag pole
Where they out shine the sky's own blue


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Lighter Than Air

bits of me
lost pieces of you
swept up in an accidental
     gust
that lifts and rises
     drafts and dives
taken on the whim
of the wind
to lighter dreams
     of drifting
     random
earthly bonds released
until the breeze gives way
to calm and
     bits and pieces flutter
down
to meet together
on the ground
to fit together without space
    one soul is born
    by heaven’s grace


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Two Thousand Miles

She bathes my soul within her
Sanguine waters ardently
Inundating my senses whole
I become upon her embrace
We become one spirit aloof
Within both light and darkness
Depraving sharp hunting eyes
Perceiving the mirrors self image
Of high tribulation chiseled 
Stone falling across studio floors
Swept scrupulous and surgically
Transfusing this beauty of essence
Upon the humid air of breath
Sweetly scented floral calling
Across unmeasured distances
Trekked of unfettered resolve
Heightening as you draw close
Tending my wounds unshaken
Confidence in trusting touch
Eases tautness now diminishing
Away flying into night taking
Pieces of you in my pocket
Clutching for hope and strength
Of this blossom rooting deeply
Within one another we discover
All that we behold and feared
I give to you willingly…untainted
Wholly my poetic heartsong
Inscribed within and without
My trusted two thousand miles


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Desert Dreams And A Songbird

Melodies traversing upon 
     Winds of the desert painting
Misplaced beauty of Saguaro’s 
     Dancing with dust devil’s
Sagebrush songs echoing off
    Mountainous mirage of valley
Floors endlessly stretching past
     Horizon bleeding red clay
Strewing the endless highway
    Going nowhere coming back
Against the curtain of heat
    Cooling with the light touch 
Of rain disappearing in the sands
      Ever moving never changing
Clouding storms covering tracks
      I followed to find your voice
Hidden in the desolate gardens
      Saturated with fervent life 
Unseen flitting about my eyes
     Singing in cactus blooms 
Flowering for the moment
     Passing with a breath
Expelling a hundred degree
     Harmony from the hidden
Little desert songbird calling
     Past the boundaries set
Bringing me back to where
     I have always been 


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Sail Away

My ship can't sail until I leave
I am stuck in stale water
My sails are up, but I am not moving
Why, did I put my ship in such a mess
I must get to moving water
The wind blowing my hair
My sails full form
Then, I will be captain of my ship


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Spiritual Warfare

Spiritual warfare
Is not always out there
At times it’s within our sphere
He sits on the throne with an open ear
Waiting for you to meet him there
 
Spiritual warfare
Some may fear
Seek ye His face 
Be blessed with His loving care
Believe in his love…none can compare
 
Meditate on His words
Develop wisdom in His kingdom
Cleanse the soul, thus—
Making one whole
He fills the least with untold gold
 
Ten thousand angels
Lifting one by the hands
Always believe in His plans 
Spiritual warfare
Against God’s saints
Shall not stand!
 
 


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Before The Moment Passes

Two spirits of passions
From ever separating worlds 

Watching and hoping with intensity

Drifting on winds of nowhere
Tracings of comfort and familiarity

Fearing the change that arrives with risk

Ignoring pangs in exchanges of nothings
Yet there exists a sweet fervor between them

That unyielding thirst of eternal desiccation

Two souls of this fiery desire
From existence so indistinct

On parallel journeys reaching for the one another

Admittance revering nature’s truth
Building intensities more than either cares to confess

Each wanting to stake all for a chance…silence prevailing

Passing the eons of eternities boundaries
No end in sight of this voiceless duel of pride

Begging inside to grapple the moment before it passes

Two spirits of passion
From ever separating worlds

If to chance a moment’s gaze to see that they truly are one


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in vain

you’re hanging in my head
and I’m wearing you like glasses.
shades of purple make me laugh;
you’re all I see today.
 
I’m listening to your music;
to the voice I’ve never heard.
the world’s voices are distinguished
by your muted singing.
 
the rushing in my chest,
the biting of my lip
dissipates embarrassingly in vain,
when I wonder if you can hear me smiling,
or if you’re smiling loud too.
because you’re  only the
               hope
                                               hanging in my head.


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Hold Your Breath

hold your breath

... Hold your breath...
untill i'm there
I don't even want you
to breath without me...
i dont want you to do anything,
that i may miss.

Hold your breath
and i swear...
I will never be far away.

...Reach out your hand,
Or call my name,
I will come running

Hold your breath...

untill i hold your hand
kiss your lips.
see your smile
feel our bodies touch...

Hold your breath,
...Close your eyes,
And i will wipe your fears away,
...Chase your problems
Into the darkest corners

Hold your breath.
Just hold your breath
Because 
i love you
And i will always save you...  


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Madison Avenue

She adores my laugh
and fears my history
But finds herself in the pieces
of a mirror that hangs above an empty bed
Empty of heart
Empty of desire
Empty of that void that hides what a soulmate can only see
without vision
without touch
without light
without her
Explain the taste that lingers upon my ears
and drips me wet upon a dry heart
with hope
with passion
with trust
with adoration
She adores my laugh
She adores my words
She adores my pain
She adores me
a me that needs her
a me that does love her
a me that is learning to like me
because of her
because of her heart
because of her desire
because of her laugh
I slip into a pallet of paint 
that contains her
that envies no rainbow
that never washes clean or away
that is of a rare brilliance
She heals my damaged soul
and fades my hidden scars 
beneath the glass gates
beneath the nervous smiles
beneath the unwilling goodbye
beneath the pain 
My Madison does exist


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My Secret

I like the way you smell
The way you look
How you dress
Your unique and different from the rest.

You opened my eyes to things brand new, 
You showed me that there is nothing that you can't and will not do.

You made me realize that I don't have to hold on to the past.
You have convinced me that our friendship will last.

I'm glad I met you, you put a smile on my face.
Now I feel like my heart is in place.


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Beckoning Voice

The day’s eyes closing bidding goodnight
Stroking the skies bitter reddish copper
Wind arrested folklore settling low
Lit only by the soft blushing of candlelight 
My final stanza is penned for me

The bounty of my lifetime in toil
Strewn wearily about yet I am gratified
Back to the beginning at last I’m beckoned
The wonder of life sweetly consecrated    
Eons of drudgery sit pure upon my crest

The symphony strings echoing dully
Life’s eminence now infinitely darkened
Those earthbound lament over me
Their salty sacrifices fall a blessing
The attribute of living sits grimly

Yielding with each burdened exhale, venerated
I fight ahead awaiting those whispers
A final focused moment of noble dignity
Delaying but an instant to express…before
My spirit answers back in perpetual silence


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Window of the Soul

My mind exposed completely to your expression,
Mindful of spirit, transparent you carry,
Your light follows, drawing me to a freedom
That brings a smile to the window of my soul.

Continuously unfolding God’s will freely moves
And as it echoes into an extension of radiance,
Just as the butterfly glides through the air,
Your touch moves smoothly in me.


Completeness of change grace freely gives,
Exploding in brilliance, feeling his touch
Aligned in His will and joined as one
Connected in spirit and connected to you.

Fullness of love rooted inside
Submersed in the sea, this cup overflows
Your light can be seen drawing me to
The freedom that opens the window of my soul.


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Hope

I never heard a worst bunch of lies
I keep telling everyone there's hope
But there's no hope in my eyes
No hope in these lips
No sounds coming of promises
Cause truly I don't see 
If god has some sick kind of plan for me
I am not grateful for his interference
I guess everyone has to feel it though
But I feel like I feel it more than usual
If i'm learning a lesson god please show me
Cause I constantly feel the pain
I constantly feel like i'm going insane
So nope there's no hope 
Just a gray sky
Lighting flashing
The devil rehashing another plan
To make me miserable
 I know I sound a tade bit spoiled
Spoiled from good you wish I was? 
Taint me. 
Rearrange me.
Make sure I always cry.
Make sure I never ask why.
Replinish my hope.
Destroy my soul 
Is that what you want? 
Thoughts like this make me lose all hope 


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Madison on my mind......

The dry sand blends with her flesh
   as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley
      that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton
         tapping against the winds of me

Rain runs against the porcelain bottom
     as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul
         that resist me through distance but shall fail
            to the desire of our entwined chance in time


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"It All"

As it all once again repeats,
Retreating my soul
Into my reminiscences;
Back into my echoing laments,

I once again try to avoid it all,
I try to elude myself,
But realize that it all again
Grasps me back to the mystified beginning,

I search and search
For the “happy” past I thought I had,
For the moments I thought would sympathize,
But now it all made it seem that,
I’m living in disguise,

It all might live within me,
It all now is a part of me,
Esoteric though, to some
People it might be,

……………

Now that I know
That one’s shadow only fades
When it’s intended not to be seen,
I always close my eyes
And try to dream,

And…

Here I am right now,
Staring outside my kitchen’s balcony,
Contemplating all these birds
Flutter their pinions in 
 And out of an enormous tree…

It all made me smile,
It all made me leave the balcony
And go run around that tree…
Like all these birds,
It all made me flutter my pinions,
And fly…


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My Hope

As I say goodnight
there are tears in my eyes
I miss you already
but you’re still within my sight
I love you so much
sometimes it scares me
I hope you’re always with me,
that you’ll always love me
I do my best for you
I carry on to see your face
I live for loving you
When the pains of the week
are weighing me down
and keeping me low
Your love and care
raise my spirits
as I have you
and it gives me hope again


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Father to Son.

Son of the soil protect this land
this gift our forefathers blessed.
With gnarled fingers they dug deep the earth
 To bring forth food and ore from
 a land warm and supple
Poured forth milk to nourish us all.

Son of the soil protect this land
Nurture the soil, replenish it, till and plow 
the source of our existence.
Don’t  let selfish desire persistent greed
endless strife bleed the hand that feeds.


Son of the soil protect this land
Do not rape or plunder this precious gift
Else woe will be your fare
of arid cracked and fissured lands  
 Hunger and despair .

Son of the soil protect this land
Let not the friendly wind blow on empty dust
nor cheat us of this gift bestowed.
Don’t let our forefathers turn in their graves 
to see a wretched land, empty hands nor hear crying hearts
 or prayers for rain.
Let them only sing songs of praise to you my son.

Son of the soil protect this land.
Make your forefathers proud.


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She

Her presence
Is not conditional
On her existence
Her senses honed
Through endless lives
She sees as well
With eyes closed
She is the perfume
Of a springtime
After- shower breeze
She has done this
So many times
In so many guises
She is the water
That brings life
She is the life
That shares life
She can smile
In her sleep
And all the angels
Can take their rest
She uses pen and mind
To explore different worlds
She makes us smile
When our wounds are bad
That God created her
We are forever thankful


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Spring Sprung

I am up
before the sun
and I move 
with anticipation
to the shade.

To peek out.

What awaits?
What has occurred
while I slumbered?

A new blanket 
of snow and ice
would be nice
with rabbit tracks
across the lawn.

Had sheets of rain
fallen around
leaving branches 
on the ground
and puddles 
everywhere.

Would there be 
a kiss
of fog and mist
hanging there
laying imagination 
and mystery
upon the new day.

Alas none of this.

And then
the melodious sounds
of long ago
flood my ears
and fill my soul
returning as suddenly
as they left...

The birds are back.




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Be Strong

                          Tempestuous heart
                        As you change moods
                       In the stormy seas of life
                      Do not give up your hope
                   It is with grave consequence
             That you would give in and give up
        It is with remorse that we would eulogize
  The demise of your hope, the passing of dreams
                 Do not succumb to the tempest
                  Be strong as the source of life
                    Symbolically as well, of love
                  Exist for those who live for you
              Waiver not in the winds of despair
                  Oh, great and glorious heart
                        Beat on as the rhythm
                              Of all existence


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My Goal-My Love

Since you and I met
My goal has been 
           To be all I can be
                   For you
In order to achieve this goal
I turned to the Lord 
        For guidance
Without you I’m nothing
       A lonely ship in a crowded harbor
     An empty hull creaking with the tide
Without the Lord I’m unworthy
              Just an empty soul
Unable to satisfy an unquenchable thirst
Since you and the Lord entered my life
I have changed in every way
I have learned
      Everyday is a gift
              Every gift is a treasure
   Every treasure should be cherished
This is why I cherish and I adore you
I’m proud enough to lead our family
 Strong enough to keep us safe
                   Honest enough to admit my faults
                          Wise enough to realize I can’t do it alone 
                        Humble enough to follow the Lord
                   Faithful enough to always believe
             That the heart of a man belongs on his sleeve
I wear mine proudly and I always will
Tell the world of the Lady who taught me to feel
 


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I'm Sorry-A Poem for my kids-Jani, Billy, Josh, and Kristin

I'm sorry to all of my children
How I wish I could go back to change
The wrong things I've put you all through
And to make time rearrange
Those times to good moments for all of you
I'm sorry for what my life, fears and screw ups have put all four of you through
I simply rolled with what those fears handed me
Yes I so should've done more
And not just let it be
I was so scared and didn't really know what to do
When you're standing inside a house with the rook on fire
Well you, in that moment, are to blind to see
What's happening all around
Now I see it all to clearly and the fire is burning everything down to the ground
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like I should've been
There's no excuse for it
Those wounds you now bear may not ever mend
And I live with that everyday
But that doesn't mean the love that I feel
For each one of you isn't real
It most certainly is
I'm not asking any of you to forgive me or accept my apology
But know that this all comes from my heart
Pain and rage will tear ones soul apart
And none of these words will make the past different, go away or any better
We do still have a chance, however, to overcome it and get through the stormy 
weather together
Being better people in the end
So while this don't make my mistakes you bear go away
I still need to say
You can hate me more and more everyday
If that's what is helping you to get by and cope
But no matter how much hate you have for me, I still love all four of you 
unconditionally
Perhaps one day you can each find it in your hearts to forgive me
Not for me, but for yourselves cause it's truly the only way you'll ever fully be able to 
move on........Love Mom


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NEW COUNTRY

My new home is in a new country.
I know very little of the language and culture.
Memories of my old country will be in my heart forever
The love of my old country will always remain.
I leave for a better life and new opportunities 
Hoping to make a bright future for me and my family.


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'If today was my last day'

If today was my last day,
I would tell my friends, family and 
even my foes
how much they have influenced my life;

if today was my last day, 
I would embrace the weather
whether it is winter or summer;

if today was my last day,
I would offer apologies to
those I have offended
and to those I have hurt;

if today was my last day, 
I would ensure that the people
left behind know that I love them
and that the life I lived was a blissful one;

if today was my last day,
I would thank the Lord for giving me 
the time on earth and be wishful that I have
accomplished all that He has set out for me from birth;

if today was my last day,
I would want it to be a day 
of no regrets, 
a day where there is more laughter than tears

if today I took my last breath 
I would want it to be a day,
where I smelled the flowers,
where I glance at Table Mountain for the last time
and whisper Lord, I was truly blessed…


Contest: If I had just one day left to live
Placed: 5th


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Sixty Seconds

I take a deep breath and count to ten,
no fifteen ,
because every fifteen seconds I’m missing you.
And these jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
Because the only embrace is between steel bars
that contort us
distort us
support us through court – us.
And your just miles away 
but these miles seem like a millennium
and I can only speak to you through letters,
but there is no reply.
I feel like I’m on a one way road
swimming leagues only to find myself drowning in a desert.
Drunk off the memories,
drunk off every syllable I write
pretending that our conversations are real, on a two way road instead of one.
I miss you.
I miss our long talks on the smoking porch,
chaining long white cigarettes,
tarring our lungs like it’s something beautiful.
You are beautiful to me
in all of your queerness
in all of your scars
in all of your mistakes-
so beautiful.
These jail cell walls that define us,
these jail cell walls that divide us,
these jail cell walls that confine us,
only makes me miss you more.
I take a deep breath and count to fifteen,
no twenty,
because there are twenty cigarettes in a pack,
and twenty more days until I see you,
and twenty more times I must wake up,
knowing that your spine is broken in two,
knowing that your hipbones are bruised,
knowing that we’ve got nothing to lose.
Let’s move.
Move away from all this misery,
from all this catastrophe,
from all these pleas-
Please come back to me.
Come back to the times of freedom,
falling through the cracks of judgment
and **** all those who think it’s wrong to be gay.
Let’s be gay.
Let’s be blissful once again.
Come back to us,
through the steel bars,
through the jail walls,
through the time of captivity,
Come back to me.
And I’ll take a deep breath and count to ten,
No twenty,
No thirty,
No sixty,
because each minute that ticks on by
I am missing you.


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A JUNGLE WORLD

Slowly and silently she moves
Waiting for the right moment before she swoops
Her fangs built to shorten the lives of fools
Who in a moment their lives they lose

The glance from her will make you go pale
For few are alive to tell the tale
Just a swipe and to eternity will your soul sail
Her strikes has never and will never fail

The naive prey unsuspecting is feasting
Unaware that not far from him death lurks...nesting
The prey breathes its last never suspecting
Its carcass in a barren land...forever resting

Who are these helpless preys?...
Who suffering fill all their days
Who are those who lose their lives in these God forsaken place?
Who are those who find themselves caught up in life's maze?

They are the poverty stricken serfs!
Who die daily in mass
While the rich populate like stubborn grass
For them...Hope is far away as the stars!

But we must breathe in the air of freedom even if it's our last
We must build a utopia for our generation very fast
We must raise the flag of freedom on the ship's mast
And build a future that would forever last!!!


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If I Had The Guts

I know i have kept a lot from you.
I know its not fair. 
I know i should tell you.
I know i have to tell you.

Maybe i can tell you some, but not all.
Maybe i can keep it secret just a little longer.
Maybe i can hide it from you more.
Maybe i can get the guts to tell you everything.

Everyday, i wanna tell you.
Everyday, i hope i get the guts to tell you.
Everyday, i feel bad for not telling you.
Everyday i think about you.

Sometimes, i dont want to tell you.
Sometimes, i just want you to know it all.
Sometimes, i wish i never knew you.
Sometimes, i wish you were all mine.

If i had the guts, i would tell you everything.
If i had the guts, i would tell you how much you mean to me.
If i had the guts, i would tell you your the only reason im alive.
If i had the guts, i would tell you my biggest secret.

Just knowing that i love you.
Just knowing that you may or may not love me back.
Just knowing that i care.
Just knowing that you probably dont.

Breaks my heart.
Breaks my soul.
Breaks my dreams.
Breaks my life.

If i had you, my life would be complete.
If i had you, my life would be perfect.
If i had you, i would be happy.
If i had you, i wouldnt have to search anymore.

I know i should tell you.
I know its not fair.
I know i have kept a lot from you.
I know i should tell you.

But, i dont have the guts, 
The guts to tell you i love you,
The guts to tell you your the reason im alive,
The guts to tell you,
I need you in my life.


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Substance Abuse

Between the tight spots
of living and wishing
Some find their peace at
the entrance of escape.

It was there in that darkspot
called the bottom, where the
volume is the purest way
of release.
For the moment.
Still, most are still clung to God.


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


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I AM THE BANANA TREE

                             I AM THE BANANA TREE


I am the banana tree
That dwells where rivers meet ;
I am the banana tree
That dwells where sun lives;
On fertility I tower ; believe,
Your party hour has come
You shall now eat my fruits,
As these buds you see now
Shall wither not till fruits they become.


When they call me barren
And say I am fruitless and arid ;
They that once invaded my field
And carted away my buds, 
I heed not their buzz ;
When they mock my torn leaves
And call me progenitor of scarecrow ;
They that once stowed their holds
Till cambers with my seeds,
I lend no ear ; when unschooled children
Call aleovera vegetable,do we blame them?
Their ignorance my knowledge
Though they don’t know me
I know who I am: sucker of millions nods.


My first pollination they arborted
When like gladiators they came
And destroyed my foliage like locusts
When they brought elephants to my garden
And scattered all my heaps and ridges
When they mutilated me like unedible snake
How so soon they forget that call me infertile !!!
 Thanks for procreation that multiplies my breed
And erects a signpost of my lavish fertility
In their Lady and Lord’s vineyards  forever.


Rejoice Africans;
Yours is not a barren womb
Rejoice, yours is not infertile -
I am the banana tree sprouting form the stump
Of  old flourished tree the wicked cruelly felled ;
The sepulchre is opened , my resurrection has begun
It is dawn of my accession , my glorious hour has come
Because I am the banana sucker, this a tree you see now
Shall tomorrow plantation become.


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Generic Oppression Poem

Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?

You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.

You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.

Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.


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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Optimism

The eye of the storm is upon us.
Calm seas are not far behind. 

Though my ship may have

Loose nails and 
Tattered sails,
A crew soaked to the bone,

There will be drier days.

Waves crush the bow
And hammer the starboard.

An unrelenting force.

But we do not fear,
For after their tantrum
The waves become

Calm and smooth.

There will be drier days.

Days of soft sands,
Fertile land.

Men, women, children.
People.

Laughing, loving, living.

I see them over the horizon.
Accompanied by the warm and soothing sun.

There will be drier days.


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Gnawing and Gnashing of Teeth

In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
 The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul 
            Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
              Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
          Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
    You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
       “ If YOU do not know MY “SON”  : YOU do not Know “ ME “ 

         “Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
        WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege  of “ LOVING  BARBARA “
       ‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “  as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
   “ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
     I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
     In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
        “ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” :  YOU do not LOVE  “  ME “

        Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool  of lost Emotions
    Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
    Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
     The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
     Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of  in a nightmare of Forever
   Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
          “If you do not seek MY  “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “ 


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Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


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The Constellation of The Christ

(Rev. 1: 20 / Rev. 2: 1, 28 / 2 Pet. 1: 19 / Rev. 22: 16)
(Matt. 27: 45 / Mark 15: 39 / Luke 23: 44)



The Constellation of The Christ
Includes The Bright Morning Star of Life
and Seven Stars Held In His Hand
Each Shines For Seven Congregations of Man

And Shining Near & Shining Far
Thru Time & Space Is That DayStar
and Where That DayStar Rise In Hearts
All Will See The Spectacular Start!

The Constellation of The Christ
Shone Brightest At His Sacrifice
For At High Noon! Darkness Covered The Land
When They Killed GOD's Son - The Son of Man ...

And A Roman Soldier After It Was Done
Even Knew and Said:  "This Was GOD's Son"
And A Darkness Covered The Entire Earth!
Because  JEHOVAH's  Heart Had Been Hurt ...

And In That Unusual, Storm-Dark Sight
The Universe ... Focused On That One Light!
Hung and Offered To Heaven's Throne
Was Lifted Up & Afterwards Went Home

For It Was From Above That Star Descended
And So Back To Heaven That Star Ascended
So The Breach Between Heaven & Earth Was Mended
& The Darkness of Death's Space Was Ended 

And Now, That Star Shines In The Sky
And Now, That Star Will Never Die
He's With The Father of Celestial Lights
Dwelling Where Its Unapproachably Bright!

But The Constellation of The Christ
Beckons Us Close To Eternal Life
And No Sights of Powerful Pulsars & Quasars
Can Compare To The Constellation of Our Savior

Christ Told Us To Let Our Faith Lights Shine
& Follow The Course of His Constellation Signs
and The Constellation of The Christ
Will Shine Forever Over Us In Paradise



             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
                by:  MoonBee Canady






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Knowing People Then & Now

People I used to know,
People I don’t want to know, who are
Not capable of creating life, yet—crushing 
Its beauty like the road-raged driver of a  
Loose truck driven over freshly fallen snow on 
The landscape, where kids played, now cried.
Agonizing people, with so-called pure 
Blood racing through their veins, like water 
Over Niagara Falls—crushing,
Until resting in a disguised flow.

My heart is crying over life’s destructive beauty.
While dining with questionable royalty, 
Giving meals to those who are hungry,
Helping indentured servants over the fences
Of plantations with repressive conditions.
Setting caged birds free from beating 
Their breasts and scared wings against
The bars of subliminal captivity; mending 
Souls from despair of political fear.

Hear the rising voices of Bradley, Garvey, 
Marley, Delany, Kennedy, Turley, and 
Inspiring students at USC Berkeley crying 
For liberation. People I yet to know, 
Whose touch will be like the beautiful 
Butterfly with wings spread, floating 
Upward in such harmony with melody. 
People whose passion will let us 
Know, like Harriet Stowe, 
How high life is 
Capable to grow!

~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~
© Joseph, November 9, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






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NOW I UNLEASH WITH RUM RAGE

You see I had lots of respect

NOW you are begging for attention 
and a reality check, so try me,
Try me like satan tried jesus,

Your trying to unleash all that steam 
but you only sound like a tea kettle, 
you claim to be the rock of Gibraltar 
but your only a pebble, 

didn't your mother tell you not to play with fire, 
now I must burn you for pulling this dragons tale ,
no one wants to hear your fairy tale, its very frail, 
you can speak and speak until your face is pale 
but flattering your self with your words is of no avail. 

Keep checking your mail because karma is on it way,
I hope you can eat all that is on your tray, and when you 
stuffed with your own hatred ,I hope you get on you knees
and pray, not every thing in life can go your way,

didn't history teach you that 
dictating,
manipulating,
belittling,
lack of peace making,
heart breaking,
lack of loyalty,
unjust, 
disrespect,
neglect,
self indulgence 
hatred
lies
and bias
is not the way, 
well I am going to teach you today 

Adolf hitler ,
Maximilion,
Malcom x,
Martin luther king,
Rosa parks,
Allen Ginsberg,
Jesus Christ,
the little rock nine,
Mahatma Gandhi,
Fredrick Douglas,
Harriet Tubman,
Rodney King,
Elie Wiesel, 
Sean Bell,

DOES any of this ring a BELL,
or your self you continue to smell,
are you still under the devils spell,
how DARE  you be unjust,
teaching a child like you is a must. 
Your whole approach and appearance is stale,
but HEY 
I guess you don't see that 
because a donkey can't see its tail.


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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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. F.T.W.(oil)

.       F.T.W.
F.ree  T.he  W.aves
f.REE  t.HE  w.AVES

F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.

God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a  black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.

An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!

=(contest)=


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Eternal Migration

                                    - A Love Story -


*Unpredictable enigma with a pony tail of willows
**An exiled from deserts by the Despotic Thirst
***Deadly in her games yet playing with prisms
****Humans longing, chanting, reciting her name...

*****I am still her lover - wandering man who can't cry
******She sneaked in my heart and stole all my tears
********My ship has her name engraved by a thunder
*********I' m  the eternal migrant looking for... RAIN... 
**********
**********
**********
**********
                                                                       

                                                                       
 iolanda scripca
                                                                           




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A Stranger

Who am i?
Where am i?
Only a stranger in this little world. 
With no country, no home.
With all this confusion, with my head spinning around
Trying to accept the fact that I am a part of this.
But no matter how hard I tried. 
The truth is I can’t fit in here
Who am i?
Where am i?
Only a stranger who is trying hard to fit it.
My Anger needs a reason to blame it on
I will not try to fit in no more
I don’t care, why should I?
I don’t look like you, I’m not the same.
Who am i? 
Where am i?
Only a stranger who is trying to fit in.
I’m happy, Yet a little sad
But, My heart just cannot accept the fact that I became some1 New
My name says so
But my face says no
Who am i?
Where am i?
Only a stranger who is trying to fit in. 
No matter how I tried, No matter how hard I did
I’m not a part of here, I’m not a part of this
My home is where my heart belongs
I can’t change this fact 
In this country, I’m only a stranger 
So why wouldn’t you take me back home.
No matter how well I fit,
My heart will have it’s hole.
A hole that never will be refilled
Till you take me back home. 


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Grandpa's Prayer

Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar, to be heard by family inside heaven's door. Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son of raising your children in the Florida sun. The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak. He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight, through the darkness ahead, trust in the light For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends, know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong praying his answer will come with a song. Your wishes will soar to the heavens above, through family and friends about the one that you love. I'm not a prophet, seer or fool, just a man who lives by this earthly rule . Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky that they should enjoy life, long after I die. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.
For "Compose A Prayer" contest


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DON'T QUIT

Life is just a dream learn to live it
if dreams die you are lost
like the wind in the rain.

Don't quit when times are hard,
just put your faith and trust in God.
He will smile on your path like
a blooming flower at dawn.

Never give up when trials come
your way,
God is on your side if you kneel
and pray.
Quitters never win the race,
why quit on your faith and be
a disgrace?

Life is a dream when you can sleep
not only to dream but to change
others around you.

Let your light so shine before men like
the moon kissing the world with her
brilliant kisses in the serene dark night.

Don't quit and give up on your dreams
losers never reach the mountain
nor soars the skies like an eagle.

You can be like the eagle flying across 
the sea and forget your miseries.
Learn to dream big dreams by putting
your trust in the Lord.
He will bring your dreams into a reality
when you refuse to doubt and quit.

Don't quit on your dreams,your days
will be bright when you trust in God
for your heart to delight.Never give
up and quit on your dreams,if your
dreams die you are just a dry leaf
laughing in the stream. 

By:Gideon Cecil


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Tempest

Call her "Tempest", for hers are eyes of storm.
Winds of passions held at bay, a torrent of tears uncried,
fires bound in those confines yearn to flash unchained into the night;
and peace is seldom found behind the clouded walls in the eyes of storm.

Her face reveals no inference nor her manner does supply
the slightest indication of the tumult found inside.
Her twisted tresses hint with subtlety
the wants,
the needs,
the fears,
the hopes,
the sorrows 'neath veils of lashes bound.

A sharpened tongue and razor wit, iced cold with frigid stares
are evidence more of the battle fought within erstwhile founts of tears.

The clouds spiral ever faster and the waves mount higher still.
The tormentuous seas have victims claimed, for none have yet them tamed.
Within those eyes of Tempest rage the unsettled memories
of sailors many and those to whom the task proved beyond reach...
for yet has one to brave those eyes and weather well the gale...
to find the calm I know is there within the eyes of storm.

I thought once to be a sailor...to face undaunted her winds and rain.
Methinks I once caught sight of sun amid her skies of darkened gray.
I know the calm is in there...in the heart of this hurricane,
'though I doubt it is I who'll find the peace deep within the eyes of storm.

Yeah. call her "Tempest", call her "Storm" call her "Calamity",
but fear not the rain,
nor winds,
nor waves she'll hurl in direction thine,
For somewhere beyond her wall of clouds 
is Eden in the eyes of storm.


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A Yellow Back Spider



You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty


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August Twenty Eight

Everyday 
I get up at eight
With hope after hope 
Live those lovely moments
Of Spring time mornings
To start a new mindful day
And leave:
The feeling of her eyelash movements in my mind
The fact of true passion emerging beside
The first letter of the word we have defined
And the freedom of our white clouds driven by wind 

And at night, the first moment of every night,
I slip deep through the fragrance of my room
Without any will to light up another candle!

But today
I woke up too late
With hope against hope
Facing this heavy moment
Of an Autumnal morning
To end an old mindless day
And wait:
The feeling of her eye shadow reflections in my mind
The fact of true imaginations left behind
The last letter of a word we had declined
And a broken grey cloud driven by wind

And at night, the last moment of this night
I slip deep through the darkness of my room
Without any will to light up another candle!


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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!


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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
   
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 


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A Perspective of Time

A Future uncertain
 A Past now lacking experience
 A Present living, moving towards both
 
One of hope
 One of dread
 One contains both
 
One holds dreams
 One holds memories
 One holds both
 
The uncertain
 The lie
 The truth
 
Fate cannot control
 Free Will already failed
 One recognizes both exist
 
Time is measured then as perception and reality


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A DIALOGUE WITH GOD

Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my  blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!  

Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
    
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!

I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have  wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not  prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence! 

Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated! 


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NEW YEAR

Year 2011 is over.
We start a brand new and shiny year 2012.
We all have dreams,
we all have hope.
Dreams of a better life.
Dreams of justice.
Dreams of a good world, with room for all of us.
Dreams of good health and that we all be well.
Dreams of food for all the hungry.
Dreams of warmth to the freezing.
Dreams of a mother and father to the children who have not.
Dreams of peace on earth and no one should suffer.
Dreams of loves´ triumph over evil.
Dreams that weapons put down and no more killing.
Hope - Lets all make this happen.
           Let there be peace on earth.





*HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY SOUP FRIENDS.


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The Land of Ours

You are captivated hundred years ago
Auctioned your innocent beauty
Tasted various blood that kissed on the land
Marked the scars of exploitations

Trampled your dignity!

Barrowed the freedom declared by other
Fake declarations put our forefathers in trouble
Glared them by figurative beliefs
Praising the teach of others lives

You can’t live without balanced looking
Knowing your men’s race abused them without mercy
The wrong acts of our descendants 
Earning the weak new generation

Once again you are plead 
For the other lands deceiving you
All your men are slave
Still bring the curse of yesterday

You are pulling as an example
As the gate of hell of many aspects
Admitted the poverty is the hub of history
They are ignorant! We have filled of dreams!

Cannot stop their dirty spit
For the poor land but behind rich
Controlled you for being small
Wake up our brave spirit once more!

I know the brilliant minds know the weapon
For the intruders with the same us status before
They boast their powerful stuff’s war
Defying your patience to become ash

I know you are not like before
You can beat them and obtain the praise
The gnashing teeth thirst for respect
Of the strange eyes observing your work

Your men are not cowards
Waiting for the signs from HEAVEN
Give us strength and wisdom
To defend our crying tired land!


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Philokalia (Love of Beauty)

Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips...
Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips
With centuries of sacred silence ;

After I pass the sacred glass beads through
Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew;
After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name
With one thousand sad prayers,
With faith that can move the mountains,
With complete devotion and obedience,
Silent like a statue of long endurance,
Could I remember her again?

From eternity, for ever had been
Above the waters without border,
The light of that very beginning in no world
And no time, but this cloud and the first Word
Who changed the trembling no time's order,
So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green…

Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: 
Lost you'll be for this world, my friend…
But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard
In front of the rocks with human face.
With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend...

Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear:
With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September;
And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber. 


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The Court is My Witness

The court was a refuge for my thoughts and aspirations An explosion of apprehensive sensations Breathing in the moment which I couldn’t fathom My own doubts being my one and only phantom Told by the media that I didn’t belong Told that my skin and my height was all wrong One-hundred twenty invited from Northern California To achieve the same mission that was only a dream Is it really just a joke or a chance to redeem? Walking in the doors I see a congregation of talent Feeling the source of the youth There was only one truth Only one vision in midst of our righteous division The court sings a beautiful song The bouncing of rhythm and the shoes screeching along A home hoteling hints of hopeful hallucinations Creating competitive hate-love relations NBA doesn’t stand for National Basketball Association The name itself cries No Babies Allowed without determination Walking in I stand in shock Seeing nervous written on the countenance of the flock Strangled by the frozen clock I can barely talk Playing on the smells of the newly wiped floors All we wish is to not look like beasts playing on all-fours In Cupertino being tall was no trouble Walking in was the pop of my physical bubble Tasting the sweat that drips from my face The cramping of the base Oxygen something you learn to embrace Putting fifteen on the scoreboard in the second showcase Tells the room it doesn’t matter about the color of my face Being asian ain’t no disgrace Do what you love and show that you know your place The court is where my thoughts are formed My passion transformed Into a fundamental dance performed From the buzz of the start to the buzz of the finish I truly am in my own heaven So let me tell you of this place I call home It’s not just a sport But a place I can always resort To persevere until the day I fall short With the urgency like a jobless father trying to support


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A CHILDS WREATH




A child, I remember the door decorated by a fir circle,

Circle that it was, it always was fresh and new.

New as the season, new to accent this place.

Place now the wreath, the circle of green,

Green to remind us of a coming Spring.

Spring, when the snow is swept away by water,

Water which proclaims  our baptism in the Lord.

Lord of All, Bethlehem's wreath of promise...brought to us by A Child.


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Flawless Aster under Auspice Cloud

Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.

I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.

In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.

A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature  untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.

Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.

Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.

By: P.D.


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Somewhere - JOHN LOVING III

SOMEWHERE


by~ JOHN LOVING III

somewhere out there in the sky's
God is wearing His great disguise
He's so cleverly hidden
no one can see Him with there eyes
 
somewhere in there, in my mind
God is hiding, looking and finding
like the thief that comes in the night
taking from you what's wrong and right


by~ Poet Destroyer

Somewhere I silently hear my name.
God whispers words as if this was a ballgame.
"Come to me!" 
He aims secretly, this man I can't see.

Somewhere along my path I admit, 
God is waiting for me to surrender
Like lightning and thunder in broad daylight,
he will always strike, shine and takeover~ like my white knight 


a collaboration with * John Loving III


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Beauty {Palindrome}

Beauty is found
In everything you see
Just take a look inside
True beauty
Is found
With-in

With-in
Is found
True beauty
Just take a look inside
In everything you see
Beauty is found


© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved


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Peace and Equality

Close your eyes and imagine all those stars above
Thousands of diamonds shining from a dark background
A journey through life and time..
Like luminous pearls they shine on your path
A path that will guide your way to happieness and tears

What is pure happieness? To be loaded with material wealth,perhaps..?
Prosperity might hand us a large portion of confidence
To me happieness is peace..
Peace on earth,in my soul and to know that you are feeling good
That`s a path that leads me to happieness

What makes me mad..to the point of pure sorrow?
To see the little one being beaten and squeezed into a corner
And to know the established steales his opportunities..
A world without peace and equality is a sick world
It is a path that leads me into sorrow and tears..


* Pretty much sums up what`s on my wishlist for the future..



A.Ertsland
December 9th 2012


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


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Desert

On this peaceful solitude I stand
A barren golden area trampled by me
Miles and miles and miles I’ve walked
Empty-handed, broken-hearted, mind-numbed 
Relentless destiny, you’ve fooled me
I’ve found nothing to fill my hands’ void
Hearts are hobos and souls are minxes
Both have abandoned me in the darkest corner
Thorn me in my chest, you enemy of mine                                         
Sweet me not if a vow of silence I shall take    
Fur me at night finger tipped by your presence                                    
Foretell to me like Cassandra would                   
Remind me not what my ears won’t hear                                                   
Minds are jesters and tongues are vipers
Both have taken me under their wings
Like a swallow during its night flight would
Hopeful hope rain down on me
As teardrops of a widow’s mourning
Running across her cheeks
Armful arms, sun on me
As diamonds hanging off a chandelier
Illuminating a ballroom floor
Alas, I wander and wander through Realworld
I’m still searching for what I don’t have
I know one day I’ll reach the moody skies
And kiss the ground of Dreamworld,
Oh silver-lining dream of mine, ever be.


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Blossoming

 

The Blossoming

Within shivers
Hot like
Ice
Hides he
Phantom yet
Passes her
Daily
Hides 
She
So shyly
Dark tresses
Unsure
Within
This
Diamond like
Shines
She
Tentative
Within
New
Ability
Halls grow dark
And 
Only
He 
Haunts her
This want
Disco ball
Of tentatively
She
Walks within new 
Wants
Cursed within
The 
Exquisite 
Like shards pang
Desperately
A lullaby 
I can
No longer
Bring
Hold her so
Close
Yet so far
Away
This new life
For 
In Solo
So
Exquisite
She sings

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Our Bed

As I strip the mattress bare
and watch the pile 
of sheets, pillowcases, 
blankets and pillows grow
I find myself thinking of you...
and me.

What comes to mind
is sheer happiness.
As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed
(just like you like it)   
I catch myself laughing 
remembering the times we would stay awake
late into the night wrestling...
(I always won)   
trying to stay quiet
until our laughter was uncontrollable
and we would hear one of the kids
yell from the next room...
'' PUH-LEASE! !  KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!  
WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! ''

I arrange the pillows 
just as I always do...
(your favorite one on top)   
and I take an extra moment
holding your favorite pillow...
your scent drifts up to my face
almost as if you are there.
I set it in place and realize
how many years have passed.
We've experienced so much
in this bed.

The laughter is what rings in my ears
as I fold back the comforter
to expose just a touch 
of those all too familiar sheets
(you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) .

As I leave our room
I find a sense of anticipation
in the thought that in a few short hours
we will be here again...together.


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LOVE'S DREAM

I desire to spread my wings, Soar over all the earth, Seeking out pain, misery, hurt and fear. Then descending as a dove, Bring Peace and Hope. And so stem the rising flood Of man's inhumanity to man.


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Lonely I sit

Lonely I sit
Looking at the sky that turned to gray
Memories are passing by like a broken wheel that took me to a diffrent way
Lonely I sit
I can see but there is a cover on my eyes
I can breath but something is cutting me in to a slice
Lonely I sit 
There is a big hole in me that the air can go through
There is an emptiness inside that turns my blood from red to blue
Lonely I sit
There is something in my brain that just wouldn't let go
And keeps me thinking if (What IF) could ever be true
Lonely I sit
There is a volcano burning my soul
A rage with no reason that makes me angry at all
Lonely I sit
I look at the window and there is just a reflection of my own
That makes me think of how lonely it is to be alone
Then the sun shines on my window with a ray of hope
Then the morning dews make their sounds of drops
Then the sunny sleepy smile is drawn of my face
That makes me think about the sweet lovely days


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- Itty Bitty Soul -

 

  Do you see itty bitty into my soul 
  Catch me - if I fall 
  Catch me - if I fall - down among the humans 
   


07.04.2014
A-L Andresen :)


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Autonomy

There is nothing here anymore, he said
As the dirty glass jars fill up with rain
Drop full by drop full
Against diluted ambivalence
turned gray
Wetting both of our tongues 
Soaking dark clothing into heavy burdens
So much like myself, I fear

I’m going to break everything open, I reply
Take these shards 
String them up into the trees
Offerings of little elements 
As they chime softly 
Deep
Deep in the evergreens

There is nothing here anymore, I say 
Nothing more, but my tangle of dreams
And the light
Which breaks open reflections
One hundred times larger
Than what I can ever be


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Habits at dawn - Catie Lindsey

Habits at Dawn   (Collaboration Contest)

by~ Catie Lindsey

Everything eventually dies
in long hours of neglect
and what remains is not what you think
nor what you suspect.
Guarded safely forty fathoms below
where little white lies and evil intent
cannot swim the bustling tide
of the things strong men invent.
Cruelty in a place
where honor was thrown to the wind
where loyalty meets with lashing out
crushing bones into pulp
shading the flowers bloom
stripping the heart of any hope
that goodness will come soon.
It is safer not to feel
and hearts can't always mend
from fabrication of intent
to swallow you whole
spit you out and then
walk away.
Funny how strong men invent
new means of weakness
casting shadows and pounding dents
into the body of the soul.
The heart stands no chance
with liars who get bored
and concoct evil intent.


by~ Poet Destroyer

As life rebirth the surface
Everything abandon will soon gain custody.
For every lie I will leave you wordless,
and subside your pleasure of gluttony.
You think I will drown with God on my side
All the things you men invent, 
are nothing but lies, your evil excuses under disguise.
One day you will be held in content 
Honor in what?
The way you think you can slip away.
Loyalty was the shortest subject you ever took.
Turning every wrong page in my book.
You men can strip our heart,
And give us the will of no hope.
I said Nope!
Along will come God, 
who will flip my boat again to float.
I will see the goodness!
And feel stronger than I was before.
Mend my heart with new habits to explore.
Swallow the whole world complete.
You will be the one beneath my feet.
Weakness you will find in your own shadow,
once I walk away from your deceit.
Lashing out to bring me near
Never will you hurt me, 
or set my heart in tears.
New habits are easy as one two three.

A collaboration with* Catie Lindsey


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A Prayer For Strength To Be Yourself

It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Amen!


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You Are Everything

O friend, I'm all yours, teach me to love,
I've left the world and come, teach me love,
When my companion cares for me,
Why should I care for the world?
The world puts bans on me,
I don't belong to this world,
You in the morning, you in the evening,
You’re the kin; you only are the friend,
Every time every minute of the day,
You’re the kin; you only are the friend,
On the heart's slate I write,
Love, Love…
What does the world know my heart feels?
Love for whom,
Beloved, hug me and ask my well being,
What do I care about the world?
You're my victory; the world is my loss,
I don't belong to this world,
I have to become love and write letters
With eyes, have to write,
The way you look, I have to look like that,
Have to look like that,
The cupbearer of passions gives me lesson,
What do I care about the world?
You're with me, (my) world is with me,
I don't belong to this world…


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/maravian-field-marek-kiedrowski/#comment-17502


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Crossroads: Part I

So, now it has come to this.

Raging fires,
layered against razor-tipped tongue,
ready to land upon eagle’s nest.

Ready for Solace’s oceanic visions...

Visions that never cared to change me,
only loves me enough to embrace.

She didn’t care to see right through me,
only cherishing me enough to see within.

She never caressed my love
while picking past-time scabs,
guilt sway dangling; a presumptuous noose.

She never hung me to out to dry,
a dangling blanket bloodied from ambivalent missionary positions.

No jealousy grasp against my closet dusted skeleton.

She never cut me with diamond ring uncertainties.

She never told me she loved me,
while running towards horizons’ indifference.

She simply wants to be memories’ wind upon my hand,
knowing I shut my palms from judgments’ scythe
and nightmares of distance filling my miles,
wallowing in my sin.

As I,
smell the winds of change.

This scent
lingers,
a wisp crying for release.

A rose petal
no longer willing to come to terms.

A dream
no longer wishing to exist
with minds’ eye shut.

A heart ready
to be
continued...

© Drake J. Eszes


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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


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If Wrists Could Speak

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously brought into existence
by silent shreds
of emotion:

Jagged sighs,
wretched smiles,
come journey Dysfunction.

We beg your brave outsiders' senses
to peer

Are you
Perplexed by soft whispers
that emanate Clear
from each
line?

Does our breadth
of a slice
of depth
of vice

the stripping of seams
to bloodlines
within,

defy perfect dreams
of sweet nectar
skin?

Dare you touch these velvet ropes
muddied
from cold steel
hue

now dry 
in caked puddles 
of lost hopes,

once winding
thick
through?

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously sought into existence
by silent shreds
of promise:

Sound larks
of empathy's
song,

Heed the marks
of our concern,
liquid and long...

We merely yearn
to be forgotten

in realms of healing
Hope
begotten.


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No more Goodbyes

Like autumn colors
I will not be here for long

Forgotten for a year
Until they search high & low
In Northern paradise
Come early September

Like status updates
You will give me your thumbs up
You may even give me your words

But, you will erase me

Replace me

Like tainted preacher who has their cake
At their “god’s” restaurant called, “Bulimia’s”
They will never be satisfied

They will preach Spanish sermons
While embracing separation anxiety
Forgetting His word
In valuing a friend

Like ghosts
They will haunt
But disappear when I look forward

They will cry
When I’m no longer around

Because
Like Serenity’s incipience
I let them go

Finding my way home

Finding my way home

My way home

© Drake J. Eszes

“And I’m done seeking treasure just to wake up in an early grave.  So I stopped right there and said, ‘Go all alone, cause I won’t follow’. This isn’t giving up, this is letting go. Out with the old dreams I’ve borrowed. The path I call, from here on out, will be my own. A path to take me home.” –Rise Against


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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


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A Survivor's Prayer

                    A Survivor's Prayer

                                    for my daughter Yelena  
                                     and all burn survivors

          Fire...  Burn... Shock... Pain...
          I want to live! I don't want to die!

          O, who can help me?

          I  suffered from pain, distress and serious injuries,
          went  through a lot of tears and too many surgeries.

          O, my God, I am happy that I found You.

          My surgeon who grafted the skin,
          saved my life with his skills.

          O, my God, I know that You sent him.

          I had  rehabilitation for years;
          my body was red with scars.

          O, my God, You help me fight for my life.

          I changed, I'm different, I'm brave, I'm powerful.
          You treated not just my body, You treated my soul.

          O, my God, You gave me a second chance at life.

          I am a not victim, I am a Survivor;
          now I can help people with Your power.

          O, my God, Thank You. I feel Your love and care.

          I am blessed. I love You and I will live for You.


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Just Breathe

Say Breathe...Then, Breathe..
Breathe the lovely air
Breathe the air of love
Breathe the love of people 
Breathe the people's kindness
Breathe the kind hearts
Breathe the heartful feelings 
Breathe the feelings of happiness
Breathe the happiness of beauty
Breathe the beauty of being alive
Breathe the life that goes on
Breathe and be glad you are alive
The circle of life goes on and on 
So, Never stop breathing the beauty of life
Breathe and your pain will go away
Breathe and your stress won't stay
Breathe and in you heart pray
That you will always breathe the happiness of life


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Standing Still

Standing where I am
My eyes take off into the empty distance
To the splitting path,
where no one straight road rests.

I look up and down
I look and look…

Mind to the rescue 
with what it knows,
Intoxicated by fear
swirls and swirls in spheres.

It brings me back to nowhere.

A place
where I stay the course
My legs bound to the solid ground
I stand.

Infinitely hushed 
By breaths of trees,
Their movements, their dance.

Sliding this way
And coming back
then the other way

I stay in the gust of my uncertainty.

The gift of now is our shield
They serenade,
Made of a native rock
We are standing on the root
here is our home
we stand protected.

Let me stay with you then
Let me join you in your dance
Let me share on the air,
be part of your breath;
And poise in stillness
Where I am now
Amongst you.


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drippy dot world

*rain* pitter, drippy, drops on my windshield sad polka dot world falling in streaks of dull gray wipers -swish- 03252012 for Joann's Ninette contest :)


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Bittersweet Ballistics

my fragile heart is wretched 
tossed ragged by the power of this love

I shiver in the wake of you
 (your ripples resound in my spirit)
never has another made such a scorching fire
burn beneath this tender skin
(like the heat of a thousand suns)
I melt in you and your definitions
softer than before
like white kitten fur

feminine and relishing being a woman
loved by you 
you wreck me and torment me
but fill me with euphoria 

bursting with the lingering promise
of the fierceness of your heated  kiss
(how I starve to taste it)

I get lost in  intense eyes
with the universe inside them
I fall to their depths and am helpless

the reality of you is so virile
raw and ripping at my placidity
you….you make me breathless
like a giddy girl…as butterflies shudder
and toss inside….churning
clamoring and belting a song
of sweet temptation
at the mere thought of you

how do you make me this gooey mass?

bittersweet in agony

with the strength of a strong man
I fight this love
yet it flourishes
I don’t fan it (I try to squelch it)
it just grows
and burns crackling flames
red and orange piercing a night sky
so strong they singe my soul

I am weak kneed
inside this windswept reeling
and it seems I fall
harder as I run
                  (stumbling in my haste)
faster as I hide 
                    (you always find me)

it burrows deeper in my aching heart
and I am left to face it
in my mirror
                   (torn and tattered)
as I introspect inside my eyes
what is this?

could I be in love?


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Along the Ocean Shore

strolling all alone at the ocean shore embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind I hear the yodel of the small waves every melody conveys message leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish once in a while, waves walk towards me I can feel the tenderness of their kisses they wrap around with soft sand on my feet great relief and happiness I feel the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains as I start to see a new sunshine I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine only scars are left behind to remind me to keep stronger as I’ll move on in my life
Nov. 25, 2012 First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged:3/6/13 Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD Fourth Place Contest: Synesthesia Judged: 5/26/13 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud


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I Miss You

Oh this winter;
Begone
The cold made bitter with a relentless wind;
Begone

Please, Spring, push
it back
Lean, shove, melt
it back

Summer warmth
I miss you
Severe clear days
I miss you

Horses hot breath,
Smell of rain,
I miss you.

Lazy river,
lulling heart beats
into a molasses dream.
A stick with a leaf sail
steers through diamonds
as the sun-sparkles reflect
off the idle meandering purposeless river.

I miss you.


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Slum Hopes

The men didn’t sleep even after dark, 
clanging steel and creating sparks beneath moonlight
working away at the shackled houses
She stood in the room with her back to the empty window
looking at the little feet protruding from the blankets 
like little fireflies, steadily glowing because they did not know.
She guarded them. She listened and hoped 
the noises would not enter their dreams
on this last night they had.


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Fair and Equal World

We come to this world of surprises at a time we don't choose!

Not knowing if we'll get to a paradise or hell would break loose!

We are born to parents whom we yet have to know well enough!

We've no clue if our home is a cosy palace or cottage too rough!

Yet to discover who would be there among our family and friends!

If we will have many to pamper us or left on our own to meet ends!

Will we make it into the Ivy Leagues or ghetto streets be our schools?

To groom us into scholars for the academia or workmen using tools!

We don't even know if we'd be able-bodied and have a lucid mind!

Or ones with some special needs who depend on others to be kind!

Sent into the uneven terrains of life, we have a battle of survival to fight!

Told no matter how we are ambushed, never choosing wrong over right!

We see all kinds of folks, some playing by the rules and others free-style!

With foul play giving a winning edge, the righteous gets shaky for a while!

Some have all the odds on their sides and still prey on the hapless ones!

When sweet words could bring peace, they want to play with their guns!

We quietly see the humans being massacred, scream on shooting a bird!

Why listen to the divisive, not giving peacemakers a chance to be heard?

There are already lots of differences in what we are blessed with at birth!

Some are destined to live a life in misery, others always giggling in mirth!

It is not the gross inequalities we are born with, which agonize us the most!

What grieves us is how we share the bounties of world, that's our only host!

The hungry and poor don't ask for having every luxury in its perfect equality!

What those suffering souls need is just to afford a square meal with frugality!

We excel in our armchair lip-service, whether we are a politician or a nerd!

When we know it's our right, why don't we strive for a fair and equal world?

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Skin


This night, I am trapped behind a face. 
My eyes are barred with tears that blur 
the look in them I would like so much for you to see.
I try a different face, one that splits into a smile at the lips
but the teeth are whitewashed, and they encage
a voice—a song—a story—that needs air to breathe.
Anger means I must glower, perhaps brighten my 
pale cheeks with artificial colors. Who was it 
that said blood within must always be crimson?
I choose laughter next, but I am tired of my own laugh;
it has stayed the same for countless years
and the sound is so distant that I cannot hear it 
from deep down there inside my heart. 
This night, I cannot bear this face I wear
for it is too small a field for my emotions to play.
There are lips, red again, meant for speech
but the words I utter must always be of some language,
one or another I must choose amongst the millions
made by these same lips in revolutionary times. 
There are eyes, “windows”, they have always been called
but the cutting winds have long since deprived 
them of their original clarity—now they are clouded, dull, 
and always cleansed back to nothingness by constant tears.
This night, I cannot bear this face I wear. 

So I plunge my fingers into the skin, tearing it away,
feeling the wind scream and rush into the vast space,
swirling down the tunnel toward that heart at the bottom
that is thumping with anxiety; it has long awaited this day.
A day of freedom, a day to shoot up into view, 
when nothing is contorted and fitted into words, 
tears, smiles, sounds, colors…. 
My faceless face gapes at the night sky, where stars 
hold together another faceless face,
and the feelings, tangled and ripe, ripe from all the anticipation
shout and hurtle upwards like a pack of angels.


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Dream Reflections

Dream Reflections

So drained,
I feel like a trained monkey
Who is paid to dance

I can't wait for 
The chance to sleep 
If it doesn't 
Happen soon
Grim reaper might come
Knocking at my door
When I fall asleep
 Driving home

I shall visit the moors of 
Ancient fairies and 
Hills of enchantment,
Once my curly head lands 
On my feather pillow

I might dream of lazy days
Laying under a weeping willow tree
After taking a long dip in a cool 
Stream on a hot summer day

Who knows where my 
Subconscious might take me,
Good thing my 
Admission will be free,
Because I don't have a 
Penny on me currently

Time is ticking so swiftly
 These trying days,
I must say goodbye,
Before I drift off to 
Dreamland too suddenly

Goodnight


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A WHOLE COUNTRY IS GRIEVING IN AN OCEAN OF ROSES



People in grief.

Do not expose people of the entire alphabet
on how much you feel for them.
Give flowers, flowers can say more then words.

Do not ask a person in grief, 
if he or she is hungry or thirsty.
Cook, place food on the table, and invite them.

Do not ask a person in grief, if he or she is tired,
make up a bed, give an extra blanket, 
warmth and security.

Do not belive that a person who in grief, 
has long enough arms to hold around themselves,
to be held by others that know you are in grief,
is the best comfort you can get...

Do not think of everything that hurts,
but try to find the little things that are well worth a smile,
a smile can make your day easier.

Life goes on, even though the soul is scarred for life,
do not let another person take control over your life.


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Unleash the Inner-Child its Contagious

What if I became a mad scientist that created a mysterious new virus, 
and unleashed it on the world’s population? 
What if this virus was the only hope to save mankind from eventually 
destroying itself, and the planet earth?
What if I was caught in the act, and jailed for life before I released it? 
What if the world continued to spin out of control for the next 20 years? 

What if at the very end of our existence just before we had all been destroyed; 
The President came to visit me and wanted my secret formula? 
What if I gave him the recipe for my mysterious virus, and showed him how it works? 
What if there was really no such thing as a cure all virus and I was bluffing all along? 
What if I’m bluffing right now, and there really is a cure all virus that could save us all? 
What if there was hope for mankind and this planet before it’s too late? 

What if you had a crystal ball and could see 20 years into the future? 
What if you had an original thought of your own and could create the cure? 
What if the fate of this planet and all that dwells upon it were in your hands?
What if I told you there’s no such thing as a crystal ball, and our future is here and now? 
What if I told you that you could create an original thought, but you never will unless you try? 
What if we started asking why and stopped thinking what if?








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GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


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Just keep always your Hopes alive

Just keep always your Hopes alive


What ever may be the density of darkness? 
Only a candle can create light.

What ever rough and tough may be the path,
You are walking or you have to follow, 
Even without a lamp or Light,
Or a companion near or anywhere insight,
And you are walking on your way, Alone,
All alone,  without anyone,
To support, to strengthen and 
To console you in your plight,

When you are in despair and too sad,
And may be you are too old to bear,
The burden of your body and your heart,
And tears are rolling from your eyes, 
And no one to ask,
why you are weeping and why are you sad? 
And no one to care,
If you are tired and even bleeding, 
While crossing the sands of time, 
When still you have to cross, 
Rivers, Plains and many ups and down of Life.

If such is the density of darkness,
All around you in your life?
Keep only the torch of Hopes, 
Always alive.

Remember, you may not see that light,
If you want to feel it from open eyes, 
But you will be illuminated very soon,
Some where deep inside, 
Have trust 
God will fill your soul, 
With the eternal Joy and Happiness,
Spreading your own light,
All around you and 
Removing all the darkness of your Life, 
And the darkness of your Path.

You may not know how it happens?
But it happens always, 

When you keep your Hopes alive, 
Amid the darkness of Life.

What ever may be the density of darkness? 
Just keep always your Hopes alive.

Ravindra

Kanpur India  August 18, 2010

* Simile.        For  Deborah Guzzi's Contest 'Jewels of the Crown'


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Burn Victim

What happened?

I bolt awake, the heat of the fire 
Still burning in my brain.

Oh, it was just a dream.

Or was it?  I look at my skin, 
Realize it’s black and bloody all at once
Cracked, peeling.

I sniff, 
The whisper of smoke still in my nose,
My hair.

A tear rolls down my pitted cheek
As I remember, like I always do,
After I wake up.
Reliving that night.

The last thing I remember,
I was
Home, entwined in your arms
(your fingers were entwined, too, in the hair I’m stroking now).

The heat between our bodies
So strong, that I pushed you away;
I regret it now.
(I just wanted a little space.)

Because the heat then became suffocating, consuming,
As you rolled over and said
this wasn’t the same anymore.
I couldn’t breathe.

Soon, I was sweating, 
100 degrees and climbing,
as you got up and packed your things
then left the room.

The slam of the front door
Was the catalyst.

My heart was the match,
And I the fuel....
 I exploded from the inside out-
The flame ripped me open,
My skin started to blacken and smoulder.

Stop drop and roll?
They never taught us what to do
In a human inferno.

In desperation, I laid there on the bed
You and I shared
My tears nothing 
but puffs of smoke 
as they fell uselessly upon my skin.

The tears I’m crying now
In the hospital bed
Remembering
Are no more productive...

But my dear friend sitting next to me
Who pulled me out of the flames
Is there to dry them
And to console me

Telling me I still look beautiful
the wounds will heal
And that you aren’t worth them anyway.

I now know what I have to do 
once I can leave this place.

Months later,
My burns have closed, now only scars remain.
I walk up the street to the house you and I once shared,
Now only a pile of rubble.

Picking my way through the charred remains of our bedroom,
A curtain scrap there, a chunk of headboard there,
A stray blackened sock,
I stop, and kneel down in the ashes.

I begin to sift through the ashes, the memories, with my finger,
Both erasing the past,
And bringing it to life all at once,
Until I have found it.

A blade of grass.
One.
Standing tall, strong,
And unapologetically green.

In the middle of the ashes,
With the ruins of our life together all around me,
I delicately clean the area around the blade of  grass 
with my finger, and

I smile.


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Next to My Heart

Next to my heart I keep
a key to unlock many doors
One that allows access to hope
and strength, faith, and desire

When the pathway to hope is clear
there is an endless journey ahead of you
Strength ebbs and flows 
depending on what we encounter along our way
Behind the door of faith are many windows
we can see so many, yet only one may be clear

I hope to always carry with me
the desired key
Without it I have no hope, strength, or faith to go on


For the Contest:  "I Carry With Me"


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The metamorphosis of change

The thunder makes way for 
the lightning
As does the caterpillar make way
For the Butterfly
So too do I make way for 
The changes of 
Christ in me

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012




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Circle of Love


Evergreen leaves that lovingly embrace
Embrace the candles that bring light
Light that glows with faith and love
Love which comes from the One above
Above the stars and back to earth after 
After the sun sets, candles glow bright
Bright hope shines deep within, buoyant
Buoyant hearts sharing in God’s embrace





Dec. 18, 2010 for Dr. Ram’s Christmas Wreath Contest :)


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My Surprise

Starry eyes looking down on me Wrapping me in warm luminous blankets Soothing memories of my mother's knee Angels wearing shimmering lockets Floating in tranquil flowing sea Quietly enlightened A soulful journey in the sky Peaceful, no longer frightened There are angels' wings to fly Believe in your dreams Silly, serious, outrageous, grand beautiful themes Like blue and yellow colliding into green I bow my head to those stars and moon Gracious thanks for their cocoon A supernatural commune And then I see your face and your eyes You are there, my surprise.


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Many Colors

Many Colors
                     Authored by Chuck Keys


There are many colors
Some breed hate
Others hide our fears. 

Vague shades contradict clarity
It can hide guilt but not shame
Colors are an empty value. 

We are pure and proud
When we see colorless
In our hearts as well. 




© Charles H Keys, 6/15/2010
© All Rights Reserved


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Stale Mate

We are nothing but simple pawns.
We’re Pushed around by others it’s oh so wrong.
I look around with my eyes wide open.
All I see is humanity choking.
We are all lost destroying humanity.
The way we live is twisted insanity.
Let’s try something for a minute and turn to a friend.
Try asking, how have you been?
Or when they respond lets actually listen.
Its friendship and love we’re tragically missing.
Why must we be in a stale mate?
Stop what where doing and lose all the hate.
Let’s find ourselves we’ve been lost a while.
Its imperative we do this life’s not so vile.
We are all humans and all of us feel.
It’s simple, respect and everyone heals.


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Without Love




                           As my heart falls deeper, 
                           your soul cries.
                      
                           For me, the echoes are silence. 
                           Our deep love is frayed.

                           My soft heart descends
                           into your loving soul.

                           Forever sorrow is gone,
                           all shadows of loneliness fade.



                           To nevermore be without love.





                           created by johnaarongreen


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MOTHER AND DAUGHTER UNITED

Come hither my daughter nay,
Rest your weary brow.
Let thou' est tears flow freely,
Between hearts companions.
Strong shoulders balance shifting, 
Weight.
Beliefs trust in one anther, 
Equalizing the scale.
Emotions roller coaster,
Youths growing pains pass
Swiftly.
Rest at ease, within homes
Sheltering heaven.
Outside forces that seem 
To crowed you in are repelled.  
Safe harbor lies ahead follow,
Instincts guiding light.
Be not worried a calming,
Embrace awaits.
Maturities age lends worthy,
Advise, 
To open ears learning wisdom's,
Lessons.
Solutions gratitude heals,
Generations rifts, 
Building strong future,
Foundations.
Graceful dancer step lightly, 
Across Life's stage,
Let destinies winds turn,
Every page.
But always remember mother, 
Remains constantly near,
To challenge, protect that,
Which s most dear.

BY: CHERYL ANN DUNN


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Follow that rainbow

Life is possibility
there are broad horizons out there for us all if only we will look 
If children don’t succeed they try again or try something else – 
life is about finding who we are, what our purpose is, and where our talents lay… 
Just because we are not happy with something now 
does not mean tomorrow will not bring brighter horizons

Get out and follow the rainbow of opportunity
its spectrum of options are numerous in number and variety
Look top your heart and minds desires and work with it
A potter will work with a piece of clay, take it and mold it
Squash it, slip it, turn - carve - colour - glaze and cook it
In attempt to master the minds perfection

We do not always get it right
but there is little that cannot be scrapped and redone
before too far down the path and then re-do
There is nothing to say if we become lost to our first desires
that in looking for others we shall not find where we should be at
or what it is we should be doing

Too many of yester-years children have grown up 
to thinking they have no place within our society
they have become lost to lack of jobs
they are skilled and talented in own direction
as humans they bring chance to our world with new skills
those that are being lost through continual rejection

Each of us has personal pot of gold to find
not always is this financial but one that makes us feel needed
Each of us should be encouraging 
so many live miles from home families divided miles apart
Community is individuality here and yet we need pull back together
for in doing so we will know each others needs to support

When the efforts of others become unrecognised
We can lose that which is vital to having the skills needed
for tomorrow or future years
Pulling together now and offering needed skills to fit in
An hour or two’s experience in an alternatve can keep us in touch with one another
I was always taught that none of us know what will happen to us in years ahead
Sowing seeds now could help us grow or keep us going then

Think twice because times are changing
Those latter years of our lives could perhaps see us working retirements
With those we helped along the way over us instead
Teach them what you know and they’ll remember
Maybe helping you in your struggles or perhaps retraining
Karma comes around as it goes around, make yours good!


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Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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Dear Humanity: Beauty in the Grotesque

Dear humanity,
I’m beginning to lose my ability to see
the beauty I once saw in you.
      -I wrote this for YOU.

BEAUTY in the
GROTESQUE.
  Beauty on the ragged side.

FILTH.
The worse you use to describe what you see.
TRUTH.
The worse you use to describe your religion.
WRONG.
The word you use to describe anything you don’t believe.
BEAUTY.
The word you use to describe the bruises under my eyes.

I wish that I could open your eyes a little more.
Will you condemn me for what I see, what I believe?
Who I am?

FILTH.
The word I’d use to describe your hand on my flesh.
TRUTH.
The word I’d use to describe faiths.
WRONG.
The word I’d use to describe close mindedness.
BEAUTY.
The word I’d use to describe what I see.

Condemn me all you want when I try to find the
beauty in a grotesque world. To find inspiration in sorrow.
For we are all diamonds in the rough.


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Separate is not Equal

Separate is not Equal
                                     Authored by Chuck Keys


It is said,
that life must be one.

It is felt,
when we are parted apart.

Why must we learn to separate
on what is viewed together in the wind.

Do we equate our lives to others,
to separate can never be equal.

Who decides better may be at worst,
the eagle soars to new highs only as one.

Two tall man are standing, one is white, the other isn't,
both are tall, proud and great.


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Hope

Why did this day have to end?
I didn’t even ask for an extension 
Miracles died thirty years ago
Now I just watch the universe roll by
I know the lights always fade
I welcomed the dark
For the first time 
It felt like a blanket
Covering everything 
Everything…my world is small
Just bury me for a while
I know you are not here to stay
But still
Just keep me here in the dark
I dread the morning
Trying to make a what’s-the-difference
Hope is the last to die
Whose turn is it tonight?


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I Miss My Mama

I miss my Mama
She left me too soon
I still see her in dreams
And even then I wonder
"Mama, are you going to leave me again?"

Everything she was
Seems to live inside of me
Her love for words
And rain
And sweets
Her incredible kindness
Towards her students
And everyone who crossed her path
That ready smile
That won her the nickname,
"Sunshine"

I miss my Mama
It’s one of those days
When I wonder why
She had to suffer and die
A slow living death
Of many years
Blood stains and cuts
And immobility fears and reality
Brought on by that accursed disease:
Multiple Sclerosis

But Mama had strong faith
She'd sit up in bed and pray
When she could no longer kneel
And I knew...
As I passed by her room
She would be praying for me
And for my brothers
Each in turn

I miss my Mama
Tears fill my eyes
As I remember how I prayed
How I begged
How I tried to work a miracle
"In the name of Jesus.....be healed."
Nothing....
Silence from the heavens
Pain in my heart
Hearing her say,
"Lord, take my life."

And she died knowing
Her prayer was answered
She was set free
From her wheel chair ridden life
And now she sleeps

Yes, she sleeps
No thoughts
No dreams
No recollections
The sleep of the just
In the arms of Jesus
He has marked her resting place
And when He comes again
Angels will go wake her up
And she will rise
Perfect and whole
Beautiful and complete
Full of energy and life
Her smile no longer crooked
Her eyes no longer dim
Her voice no longer garbled
She will rise
She will sing praises
In her beautiful alto voice
She will hold me....again

Yes, I hope to be there
by HIS grace
I hope to squeeze her tight
And never let go
As I cry tears of joy 
That we’ve both been faithful

And we will rise
To meet the Lord in the air
And heaven will begin for us
He will take us to the place
Of no night
No tears
No pain
No death
No war
No illness
No rejection
No fear
No abuse
Heaven………HEAVEN!

I miss my Mama
But……..not for long!

"Even so, come Lord Jesus!"

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Ecclesiastes 9:10- Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 180 13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.


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ART to be TREASURED

                             One never imagined ART portrayed as a woman
                                                     such as she.
                                                        She's of
                                                        painting,
                                                          film,
                                                     photography,
                                                       sculpture,
                                                 and visual media.
                                 Her image tells stories and expresses an
                                         aesthetic truth and feeling.
                                                She is ART alone.
                                          Priceless ART that no man,
                                    Not even myself is worthy to possess.
                                    Yet, if any man finds her, so Shall he
                                                       Keep her,
                                                       Love her,
                                                  and Cherish her
                                                     to the end.
                                For ART such as she; created without form
                                                is truly hard to find.


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Doors

Il vaut mieux- as there was nothing.
None knocks at the door, as I don’t knock more
A horse doer, escaping from the stable
I penetrate a place then dropping from the window
Humming – hawing,
Rushing,
Sighing,
-In a far bench
I count the stumbling words, trailing the weakened tongue

Il vaut mieux- as there will be everything.
I come looking for incision to run away
The scattered papers, I let go
Trying another iron or wooden door
I’m crazy about wall’s hole
Joyful,
Sorrowful,
Lustful,
Our relation is like railway lines
We meet underneath the pressure of changing the course.


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Stepping Stones

If I am to hear your message
As an echo in my mind
I shall hear the words of love
I will feel the laughter of our memories
And with me I shall carry them

Throughout eternity they will remain
For my heart is filled with you

Your words will be a beacon 
Guiding me through the darkness
Bestowing upon me the light to find myself
Giving me the courage to trudge forward
My head held high and my soul protected
I will hear you whisper, “All is not lost”
I will know that life is to be lived

As I search my soul for the path 
The road that is to be my destiny
The one that will lead me back to you
Strength, hope, and peace will find me

I will find that your words still live within me
For they are not mere words in my memory
But stepping stones on the path to happiness


Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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Promise me

You collapse to the ground 
I hurry to catch you 
Whispering words of destitution, tiredness, and fatigue
You tell me you’re tired
Weary to live like this  
With this illness 
How it shuts every door 
Pains to the core 
Slowly, spitefully, you start to lose yourself 
I fear that in my every soul 
Tears of ache run down my sight 
I yell at you, beg you at you to stop 
Demand you to discontinue 
Thrive for that promise of yours
Tell me it’ll all be okay 
Tell me you’ll get better 
Awe me with your dreams 
Inspire me with every act of good of yours
Every city you wish to route every street of its 
Every sunset you wish to set eyes on 
Every night sky, full of bright blazing miracles 
But you don’t 
You tell me you can’t 
And I ask of you to do that 
But although that 
Although every worry that ties me 
Every doubt, every tear, every darkest misery 
You surrender and leave 
Leave me there
All anxious and terrified 
Of what comes next 
What is due to occur
And it frightens me 
Keeps staring at the empty space 
With thoughts and thoughts 
Conquering 
Torturing 
Consuming 
We began with nothing 
And what’s left is nothing 
But all that we began with


 


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My Mount Everest

I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
 
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight of hate, and bitterness was unfathomable
When I released it, I was freed from the shackles of my past mistakes
Thirsty for nurishment...I took a gulp of compassion 
 I discovered that Love will take you the rest of the way
my tears washed the resin of my sorrow away
 
I laid out on the peak
and watched as the stars nestled themselves within the goose down comforter clouds
and the mist intermingled between my fingertips
That was the moment of truth
Where the world stood still.....I looked upon it like a shepherd watching over her flock 
realzing how lucky I am to recieve this opportunity for change
 
Insight.. these are the moments  are rare, and a blessed gift 
That's when it's just you and the world
and the recognition of your destiny
I have a purpose to spread my love, patience,and non-judgmental characteristics
 
You can conquer your internal demons 
whose firey tongues slither into your ear canals
spreading their lies
fraudulent and self loathing
clawing their way through your psyche and haunting your memories
 keeping you locked up tigher than Alcatraz
 
We all must traverse through our own Mt. Everest's
I wish you well and a safe passage
But when you reach the top.
Plant your flag
In remembrance of the day you took a leap of faith and were brave


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Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


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Fallen Trees

To be posted soon


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Illusion

Sometimes imagination is my only friend
Mind over matter, there’s no strings
With a leap of faith, interpretation speaks quietly
Without an audience, reality is but an illusion
Waiting for answers, charging forward
Faith carries its own club, weighted down
Gently it reaches, precisely engineered
Generations wait with flawed anticipation
Giving solace to the masses, ignoring the obvious
Without pretense, conclusions are discarded
Abandoned with care, loneliness gives way to hope
Respectfully declined, lost in vengeful victory
Where love triumphs and hope is a futile answer
Where feelings, dreams and destiny have been stolen
Given freely, tempted by life, we control fate
If you’re in the game, you’ve already won

~Rick Berry


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4 Jon On Our 22nd Wedding Anniversary

Your love is
quite sensational –

Your laughter tastes
    like spring-time rain

Your tears smell
    like sweet lemon flower petals

Your voice looks
    so 
    deeply 
    majestic

Your heart sounds
    like exquisite violin and harp concertos

And your eyes!

Your eyes feel
    like early autumn sunset’s amber-gold lengthening glow

Oh, my love, your love
is entirely, completely,
embracingly

Sen-sational!


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Silly Putty

I'm asking you to run. 
Run as fast as you can
in another direction.

Don't remain in your fear of life
outside of comfort or rob yourself
of identity as you go through the motions
on the path already laid out
for you.
It may seem easier to take what's given,
but you will become your father,
and your father's father.
Just another man,
capable of anything
and everything, 
making choices founded
on naivete and fear.

Your hesitance in forming
new traditions
holds you back,
as the Alpha 
keeps you on a tight leash
through his ability
to maneuver his way
right into your guilty conscience.
You are an ally
to his tradition,
but only because you allow him
to manipulate you into thinking
that you are being judged by your friends, 
your family,
and by God,
the three things
that you believe
built the foundation
of your existence.
But the only one who is judging you
is the one who is manipulating you.
And why, you might ask?
For stepping outside
of HIS tradition,
for looking outside of
who he created you to be,
molding you 
like silly putty since the day
you learned to walk.

I was silly putty once too.
I've been there.
But I opened up my mind
to the things that scared me,
the things I wanted most,
This is what gave me an identity,
freeing me of being bound
in the captivity of taking
on the beliefs of "tradition"
without ever thinking about it,
the captivity of staying true
to its values
without even knowing what they are.

So when people ask 
why you believe what you do,
you have no explanation,
for you've never had the chance
to think for yourself,
not until now.
I was there.

Now its your turn.
Convince me that you
are not just a generational
work horse like those
before you.
For in the end
if that is the path you choose,
I will not be resentful
and I will not be hateful.
I will only be disappointed
and broken-hearted
that you fell into
the boring predictable life
that I knew you never wanted.
Convince me that when I look at you,
I see only YOU,
the brilliantly gifted person
who has the ability
to make a difference 
and change the world...

But only if you run.





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Valentine (For My Wife)

That I could ever cease to love you dearly;
How possible is this?

     As possible as wearing water
     Possible as eating air
     As stacking Space
     As folding Time
     Possible as going on happily without you
     As possible as outwitting God.

What is being loved by you like;
How does it feel?

     Like happy five year olds on Christmas morning
     Like redemption for the Damned
     Like being found when lost
     Like the end of war and famine
     Like health come back to the invalid
     Like everything accepted and complete.

And what are we together;
The Sum above the parts?

     We are the feeling always striven for
     We are the impossible balance acheived
     We are the hope that no one speaks of
     We are the dream no one believes
     We are the level holding everything
     We are the reason to go on.

So this is how I love you;
How it shall ever be.


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Choose to be Happy

Choose to be Happy


I am happy because I choose to be; my life is far from perfect.

Others are content but I make conscious choices to be Happy and to be a positive person.

You don’t have to be rich or have a lot of money and material wealth to be happy.

Many wealthy people are poor in Spirit with all the money, fame and things that they have.

This Christmas Eve night as I write this poem I think about how I manage my money focusing on my needs first and then my wants.

I ask myself: Can I afford that? Do I need this? Can I wait for the store price to go down and get that dress on sale?

I hope that once I am financially stable with a decent job I can have a coat drive for kids age 1 through 16 in Trenton, New Jersey when every boy and girl gets a cute new coat and I hope that my story inspires others my battle with mental illness over 19 years…


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GARLANDS AND HELMETS

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again, she waits till granite morning becomes juniper borealis and marble evening returns to morning… many of days the stars hide from arrogance to radiance, shut eyelids burning heaven’s fireplaces stillborn soft. and she waits wondering waning wandering till heaven holds her spleen from whispers stenciled with half-known embraces far, far away unto decaying killing fields where bullets pierce the hope of many a man who starve for homemade broth and slices of children’s chaste eyes fool, fool of maiden hope daughter of tribal’s gliding ebb tell me, are you diminished or stretched by bravery that taunts the pain? lady-in-waiting and clown, smiles are hardened like bricks of sphinx , yet in the court of many kings piercing bullets that hemorrhage the liver of war- torn tracks, your clown's stained face pretends to play and underplay the hurt of wounds within. and she waits under graffiti floors and shattered lanterns for the screeching rage to halt till morning becomes peace electra, maiden of hope, she wails and waits for men in helmets…lost. dead.
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Evergreen


The tide surges
over binary laugh-lines.

Seattle, oh Seattle,
unless you are able
to find oxygen in conch shells
and survive in an underwater cottage,
it's high-time to teach your soul to swim.

The tide ebbs in and out,
allowing us to re-energize in-between takes.
But don't forget to practice your part.

Take 3, this is the scene:

a moonlight-key opened a treasure chest
filled with digital photos of submerged guilt and shame.
These waves are here to stay,
unable to douse the underworld burning in his beard.

Wolverhampton, do you remember
when he came as he was,
ready to entertain us
with a belly full of liquid-bogeymen?

Do they remember how the seahorses kissed
to the sound, to the sound?
The kiss lasted for 230 seconds, times three --

and again and again and again!

Seattle, oh Seattle,
your Evergreens sparkle with rubied feathers,
your road-signs are a bit cleaner now.
Hey, there's always going to be the contradiction
of mud and bleach in Aberdeen,
so there's no longer a reason 
to feel aqua seafoam shame.

There's no longer a reason
to feel aqua seafoam shame*



March 16th, 2014


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Author's notes: For this poem I used the cut-up technique,
cutting-apart and re-mixing specific stanzas of my poems: 
"ADDWDDMD"(written, September 2010), and, "Currents"(written, July 2010).

I use my own polished technique:
Instead of leaving the initial raw result of the 'cut'/scramble,
I switch words, and add words here and there to offer extra cohesion. 
This is most evident in the switching-around of place names(Seattle, Wolverhampton, 
Aberdeen). Had I left the place names as they initially 'fell', the poem would have 
made even less sense to some of the readers.
I also add punctuation and breaks; formulate stanzas.
I also allow repetition of certain words and some of the newly formed lines.

With my polished cut-up technique, I cut-up/scramble more words than I want 
used in total for the end result. 
I create an 'over-flow pool' of words to inject into the overall shifting of words.
For example, with this scrambled chunk of words:

with / chest / photos / filled / treasure / guilt / submerged,

I switch around the words, while pulling "of" and "and" from the over-flow pool,
and take "submerged" and "digital" from a chunk of scrambled words that 'fell' in 
an entirely different area of the mix.

I end-up with: "filled with digital photos of submerged guilt and shame."

That line triggered the idea to use three words which have been swimming around
inside of my head for years; to use the words in the closing lines of this poem. 
These three words are not from the original stanzas that I cut-up,
so this piece isn't technically 100%, a cut-up poem.

I was inspired by the cut-up technique contest which is currently running,
to attempt another one of these types of polished cut-up poems,
but since I incorporated three 'outside' words and polished the piece quite a lot,
I will not be entering this poem into the contest, because I wasn't willing to 
compromise my intent in order for the poem to fit the specifications of being a 
cut-up poem(100%) in its purest sense as defined by several sources.
____

* "aqua seafoam shame" was inspired by the lyrics: "All Apologies".

"All Apologies" -- Writer(s): Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, Prince Rogers Nelson.
Copyright © 1990 Controversy Music, Primary Wave Tunes, Mj Twelve Music. 
All Rights Reserved.





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My aspirations

Upon a splendid moon I placed a thought of you 
Not knowing where you’d rest 
A notion of likeness to be my vision bright and clear   
Although my ambitions that may be far fetched 
In the heart of desire I etched my dreams
To be well known from my words and lyrics
To be appreciated and genuinely admired  
As a poet and writer a teller of story 
For if this desire should be fulfilled 
I would be recklessly mad with optimism
I know now I shall never stop this vision 
This prayer, this hunger 
For if I do
I shall forget myself completely


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To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


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In control

Path of trod packed gray snow
berries on trees around its edges grow.

Fine drawn tails of branches bared
bud less 
against a sky that covers sun and high clouds;
over this place lost in time.

Shrill yet sweet bird song adding to my sense 
that certain things are best not experienced alone.

Mind elsewhere I slip
my boot twisting down and under an exposed root
leaving me half sitting and cursing.

Having done its work
in delivering thoughts of you 
it frees my foot.

As I cross Lovers bridge over the rushes
with my newly acquired hobble
I find myself playing with a thought ..

is it better to believe I am strong
than to try to love? 



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Running

Running,running,running,
Why are we running?
Were running from here to there.
What is here, and where is there?
Here is now, there is, there.
What is there?
There is when.
When what?
When I shall be out of now.
Do you want to be out of now?
Oh, how I long to be out of now.
Why do you wish to leave?
It's a long story.

Running, running, running,
Not as fast as we were.
Why have we slowed down?
Hope has diminished.
Why did hope leave?
It is not all gone, I still have some 
   left.
Why did some leave?
It is not all gone, I still have some  
   left.

Running, running, running,
No more,
Why have we stopped?
Hope is gone.
Why did hope leave?
I have run for months and I have not 
    reached when yet.
Is that why hope left?
I give up because hope left.
Or did hope leave because you gave up?

Dying, dying, dying,
Why do we die, and yet live like this?
We die because there is nothing left 
    to live for.
Can't we still reach when?
No, I can't run.
Can't we walk?
No, I can't walk, can't run, can't 
    crawl.
Can't live?
Because there is nothing left to live 
    for.


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Flesh Uniform

I`ve often told you stories
of the way I used to live
A drifter..Sometimes walking in circles
Not so bad really,always coming around again

Seeing the moon from a birds eye
Somewhere in a far away distance
The earth hangin`upside down
My dream is on the line
My work is done, even though it wasn`t on time
Drift away, let yourself go in a free fall
Climbing up and into a new life
Might just see myself on the doorstep
to a parallel existence
Do we trust who we are?
Or which way life will lead us?

Life got in the way of living
The unforgiven legend goes on
Curios about time..and how it moves to the next moment
For as long as we`re wearing our earthly coat
Its all in the hands of destiny
Forces out of reach while wearing our flesh-uniform
Every fiber in my body,every beam of light in my soul
Yearns to be with you even after my time is done..

A.Ertsland
July 29th 2012

Inspired by the spiritual activity in the blogs lately.See You Around:-)


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Will it LAST

Beautiful, 
beautiful, 
and beautiful
is she.                       
Skin so soft
and smooth 
that
her lips
are perfect
for me.
Love 
when
she places 
her head
on my chest.
My chin
caressing 
her
forehead 
as she lays
to rest.
Awaking 
and staring 
deeply
into ones eye.
Departing
falls to tears
and kissing 
as she 
waves goodbye.
Alone 
reminiscing 
to the moments
that just past;
Praying
that she's
the one for me
But, will it last?!


Pace, G
"An old piece"


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Climbing My Way Up

I see hope in Your sad eyes
The light..almost extinguished
Still, it carries the hope
its not over yet..

The afterglow from a heaven on fire
Its how it feels as the silence embrace me

The arroganse of a perfect life
Easy to stumble and fall into the deepest abyss
A dark abyss of apathy, carelessness
Where the the purest happieness has lost its virginity
Every joy gets absurd coz there`s no real vibes anymore
Stuck in a moment, no one`s willing to pull you out of it

You don`t want anyone to pull you out of it either..

There`s hope in every free fall, every downturn
That little hope, who could turn your thoughts into the light again
Sunshine, awakens your heart one more time
Its the very essence to how we`ve survived every yesterday
..and all tomorrows there`s to come

From early dawn, waking up with a cutton taste in my mouth
Drawn, sucked into the lifegiving morning sun
Climbing my way up from the darkest abyss
Shaking hand with yet another day
What did I ever learn from yesterday..?
It gives life to each brand new tomorrow, for the rest of my time


A.Ertsland
July 10th 2012


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Chief Warrior Eagle

Brave Indian warrior
Sitting alone in the woods
In the soft glowing light
Of a low hanging moon
Shining on the mighty river

Brave Indian warrior
Playing the flute
The forest comes alive
Animals waking from slumber
To hear his melancholy tune

Brave Indian warrior
Deep in thought
The music lets him escape
Taking his mind of things
And focusing

Brave Indian warrior
Reflecting on the past
Thinking of all he did
All he could do
All he should have done

Brave Indian warrior
All alone now
Concentrating
Drifting away
Into exploration of the mind

~~Written By~Brittany Larson~
For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"


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A Dog

The darkness fades as the new day comes and he sips coffee

He thinks of his marriage that had faded with the night

He relinquished the vows and his wife's plea and poured them into the glass

The world turned as the dog came and said good morning and came to rest at his feet

The Sun rose into the quiet and he silently gazed out the window

It was silent as were the vows

The birds had formed a Union with the squirrels and picketed the Sun

And the warmth on his foot from the dog made the silence fresh

The prayers were sent to where they go and the waiting

The refrigerator hummed and rattled and kept in tune with the computer

The words waited with those prayers and the dog stirred

And God looked down on the pair with love

Those prayers gathered to God and He considered each

And one prayer was showered down on the man and his dog

Love was granted to the two and with certainty God relayed

The dog got to her feet  and took a slow draw of water

And He went back to the vows and released them with finality

He gave the dog a rub and went to his coffee


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Dropping Mushrooms with Jesus


drip
        
         drop

pupils spread wings,
causing doves to float
above the Holy Ghost
illuminating footsteps in the sands
of whores, heathens, lepers and the downtrodden.

Built a flux capacitor out of mushrooms,
turned the dials, flipped the switches of source-codes,
bending time and space,
to come face-to-face
with Jesus in Nepal.

Yeah, Jesus and I dropped mushrooms.
Picked him up for a ride,
we jumped through the eyes
of the People-In-The-Sky.
Brought Jesus back to the future
in a DeLorean of Divine Spores.

The Anointed One,
the Redeemer,
the Mushroom King of Kings,
was not at all impressed with 2012.

"Good Lord! People created a religion in my name!?
Temples, rituals and books all created in my name!?
What a disaster, this is exactly what I was trying to move away from.
Hey! Those are not my words in that line! I never said such a thing.
How did this happen!?"

"Father, O Father Deer-Hands, why have you forsaken me?
The Golden Calves still dangle from the Vision Tree."

And Jesus spilled forth a sorrowful rain.
Clouds boiled overhead,
thunder crashed like the war-drums of Cain,
lightning arced, evaporating the tears from Jesus' face.

His eyes shone with fury,
an aura of white light illuminated from him,
washing over me in waves of euphoria,
prompting an idea to light-up in my mind --
Jesus could use the mushroom-flux-capacitor
to head further-back into the past,
and add a little twist to the plot.
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People shun me as an unbeliever,
as a blasphemer,
as they drink the blood and eat the flesh,
take sips of wine and break the bread.
But I have shed the scales of the living dead,
dropping mushrooms with Jesus.

The physical church of cloned abomination
dashes apart on the unforgiving flesh of plastic and concrete,
of cruise missiles, Gucci, Prada, politics and Polo,
while in the sands, doves and the Holy Ghost
illuminate the footsteps of whores, heathens, lepers, 
the downtrodden, vagabonds and inter-galactic travellers.






May 16th, 2012


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'In the Meantime'


You inspired happy thoughts Now the glimmer of joy Somehow disappeared Replaced by an absent stare I wish I knew what was behind That shade of grey I wish I knew what or who stole your joy What turned your dancing into mourning? In the meantime, I’ll keep you in my thoughts In the meantime I’ll be praying for you For the sunshine to return For your winter to be filled with warmth For the shadows to become light That you’ll find joy in life again In the meantime I wish you hope --- That is sometimes our most important asset
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God Bless The Garbage Man

Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.

God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke 
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze 
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee

Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that 
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"


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When I Look At You

When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t lose touch with you
When I look at you, 
I prey upon happiness and I never knew
That you mentioned me in your dorm
When I look at you,
My mind wraps all around you
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you had the best of dreams
When you wake up,
I prey upon your energy and 
Soar like an eagle in the sky
He watches over me as years pass me by
Our friendship is too good to be true
We’re so lucky to have each other…
Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart
There shall be no more death…
Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse – 
Depart and be gone!
I’m waiting to say “greetings” to you
I don’t have the strength to fight the battle
Endless thoughts spiral in my head
Making me feel awfully dead…
Many things are left a mystery for a purpose
When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t forget your name
When I look at you, 
I prey upon your joy and I never knew
That you mentioned me in an optimistic way
When I look at you,
My mind is overflowing with delight
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you have the best breakfast
When you wake up,
I try to prey upon your glory, 
But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake
I wanna give you good advice…
I don’t wanna roll the dice…
I don’t wanna be a living sacrifice
I wanna throw away all of your pain 
I’m trying my best to reach the finish line
It’s hard to forgive the words you utter
It’s hard to forget and forgive yourself 
For the wrongs you’ve committed
My mouth kept running like the sink water
And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered
Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction
I don’t know where to go from here…
But, I must keep a positive mindset
I’m not attempting to get you upset
When I look at you, 
I feel that I’m invisible 
You see right through me
And I reflect anguish and confusion
Have mercy on me and don’t be frightened
Disappear, thoughts of sadness
Reappear, thoughts of gladness
When I look at you,
I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and 
I sense that you’ll have a bright future
Just keep shining...with all of your might
God is near your side...leave behind all worry
Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?


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Dear Lord

It's time we talked.I really need to know what my purpose 
in life is suppose to be?I know part of my purpose is my
kids and grandkids but do I or will I truly make a difference
if I am around?I love them more than I have in my heart to
give.Do I really help or do I hinder them by my actions.I
really think sometimes it would be better if I was just a
memory and hopefully a good one.I am so confused on what 
I am suppose to do.There is nothing more I want then to 
just have a little happiness in life so I have a little hope
for the future.Right now I can't see a future I want to
stick around for.My relationship to my husband is fading
fast and I don't know what to do to fix it.How can I have
love and feelings for him if I don't even have any for myself?
I look for guidance but I am unable to find it.I'm sure at times
it is right in front of me but I am not seeing it.I wish I
could see the good in me that everyone else can see.Why
can't I just follow the rules of being human and accept it.
What is the true meaning of acceptance.Why are things so 
hard for me to understand.It's probably right in front of
me but I just don't see it.I really need to find it before it's
to late.I just need a little extra help.I am asking you for a 
little help before it's to late.I feel the only thing that I have
left to give is my life.Show me the road I need to follow.

                           Colleen Marie Bono


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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


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Where, When, How, Why, What

Before the dark obscures the sky, I sat gloomily looking out of the window, wondering why wishing one of the stars tonight will glide and send you smiles right here in my heart: a feeling that cannot deny creeping worries and gloom-----sinking to the bones of my fear, I close my eyes, hope and pray. Here, my heart trembles, fear of the unknown ghost of formidable weather in the origin, and what a pal humbly does, not to close the jar spills the ink, not to count the molecules on air if possible, pull down all the stars above all in her wish you’re at best right where you are. More thoughts of you, in succession comes lighting the pent-torch in search of love ones my echoes traverse, emotion balances: still, the fleck spreads out and runs in a glut sacred novena uncontrollably flooded since the start my ranging gloom. However, excitement of our plans await scribbling countless words….I wish my break swiftly comes on its wings ink profusely flows releasing conglomerations of feelings outpouring all the words from a pal’s warmest embrace dream once dreamt printed on my hymn: the pledge and the joys how we shared once through pen light and happiness: worries no more The power of ink, words unfold surge and drifts away as my fingers open a glint of hope, I’m waiting
Jan. 21, 2012 Nette, my dear poet friend and very talented kababayan come back home now, please. This poem which I hardly tried to write with the inspiration of one of your super winning poems is not primarily for the contest; (‘though I’m entering it) but, for me to send all my warmest thoughts of you. We’re missing you now here on soup. I hope you're doing well and hope to see you soon. Third Place Contest: Netted by Words: Her Silvered, Tender Web Judged: 2/19/2013 Sponsor: Poet Cyndi Macmillan


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Althea

Morning light bleeds color into the smoky night
The orb of dawn seeps out from behind the hills
Pieces at a time until made perfect
at the crest of a knoll.

Awakened in a mound of earth is a withered flower
Stroked back to life by golden fingers
Petals soft and unsure
Coaxed open by moist daylight’s song.

Endless is its name, endless is its beauty
A smile tender and fanned about a crimson heart.

Althea is a blossom that rises with the sun
Is put to sleep when the white moon appears
Because every day is a new life
it does not fear death. 



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FYI: The rose of Althea, or 'Hibiscus Syriacus', is called 'mugunghwa' in Korean. 'Mugung' 
means 'endless', 'hwa' means 'flower'. It is the national flower of South Korea.





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Paper Doll Chorus Line

Paper Doll Chorus Lines
                         by Odin Roark

Sun and wind
Imagination’s puppeteer
Turn and twist cutout paper dolls
Strung across blown out window casements
Creating daily enchantment amidst the smoke

How precious
These afternoons
As scissors assist small fingers prepare 
The matinée performance
Cutting daily “stay in your homes” flyers
Into dancing friends

Soon
Say the mothers
The war stage
Will be replaced by
Velvet curtained openings
Where make-believe hope 
Will find flesh and blood still intact
Renewed hearts respecting
Freedom
Happiness

Soon


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Patience when in LOVE



What remedy is there to take the pain away?
I'm sick inside and its killing me that I only hear from you once a day.
Surely you can do something so I won't feel this way.
Seconds, minutes, to hours, I find myself still waiting by the phone.
Of course time is valuable when you have a house of your own.
All I can think of is you and I left all alone.
I sometimes question if I need words of affirmation
Or just simple words of confirmation.
And no, no, no; I'm not lacking determination.
You and only you is all I think of.
Patience is truly a virtue coming from above.
But, when I have you all to myself, there's going to be more than LOVE.


"An old piece"


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Hard Times

Today is not a very good day.There has been a lot
of things that have happened in the past few years.
We have had tragedies and troubles.It has been very
hard on all of us.All of us are blaming each other for
what is happening.I know we all have different ways of
coping with things and we don't always do well trying.
I do know that I have caused a lot of stress around
here but I am not the only one.I'm just trying to do my
best to make the right choices and deal with one thing
at a time.I have had my share of trying to do the right
thing and it has been no walk in the park let me tell you.
Anyhow,I am tired.I can't keep going like this any more.
You can call me a coward or whatever you want because
you have a right to your opinion.This is the way that I
want to deal with it.I'm sorry to each of you that feel like 
I did them wrong because I sure didn't do it on purpose.
I only did what I thought was right.I don't know what it's
like in the after life but I hope it's peaceful.I love you all
very much and I really hope you believe that.It is none 
of your faults.Please be strong for each other after I am
gone.I know that you will all be ok.I will be watching over
you everyday.GOODBYE.



                                                  COLLEEN MARIE BONO


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Oh skies

Oh skies let me touch you
Give me an assurance that tomorrow
Shall be a sunny day;
Give me a little sign
That after all this disillusionment
I shall live in your umbrella

Oh skies smile at me
Do not you sulk at me;
My soul is cold, my heart is hurt-
A smile and I shall get warm
A smile and I shall feel wonderful,
Oh skies.

Oh skies give me a hope to live on
So when the world
Shall break under my feet
I shall call you to my rescue
I shall call you to my help
Oh skies give me the hope to live on.

Oh skies keep me in your watch
So whenever I do stray
To limits forbidden by natural law

Oh skies let me be yours,
My soul, my heart, all I give you.


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MIRROR MIRROR

Mirrror, mirror and the wall, 
who is the biggest clown in the world.
The lost soul in a fantasy
where the games brings you into a state of passion and pain, 
which eventually will drive you insane.
She is affected by the perfect outer everybody wants.
Who is the perfect bimbo on the red carpet and the catwalk.
Behind her mask, 
who is this "role model girlfriend" that she wants to be alike.
Who is she, tell her!
The world is created in an illusion of the perfect exterior, 
creating fear of being different, 
or not to be like the "other woman" on the catwalk, 
with the false appearance created by others.
Don't walk alone, and hide your skin and bones, 
can see her on the screen, do hear her scream? 
She is the one being pushed and change to the clown, 
but inside, the clown is dead, 
the laughter is gone, behind this mask,
she is only human, a person who feels like you and me, 
it's the masqueradeball.
She feels like the fool lost of the game.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the biggest clown in the world, 
what about to morrow, when the dream becomes reality?


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Making Love with Crystal Antennas

....while making love with crystal antennas

the electromagnetic pulse attracts Sir Isaac Newton's ghost,
and he watches as I make passionate love within a Chemical Wedding

His poor soul is still grounded here on earth,
for he cannot step into the light
until his (A)ether theories are set right

What a weight to put upon my shoulders

I make love with crystal antennas,
dialing my testicles beyond mere Amplitude and Frequency Modulation --
they hang as crystal diode plums

I stick the crystal antennas into my ears,
transmitting my soul to many destinations.
Depending on which receivers can filter the frequency,
makes for vast differences in experiences

Sometimes I can even see you,
while my brainwaves fly all over the place.
Yes, I even see you with that sad look on your face,
and I can only hope that one day the reflection in the mirror
is of someone you finally, truly love

Poor Sir Isaac Newton's ghost is expecting a lot from me,
especially since Albert is the one who punched holes in his BreAeth(er).
How can I stand up to Albert?
Maybe I am far too lost in theories of un-relativity
to fully comprehend the gravity of the apple in his eye

I do want to help send Sir Isaac Newton's ghost into the light,
just haven't quite figured-out how to make his mathematics right

It feels strange having him watch me make love with crystal antennas,
but I have a strong sense that there is more to be found in this release,
and how if I stop making love with crystal antennas,
I may never find the proper lock in which to insert the golden key

If I don't eventually come around to figuring out this theological math,
will I join the ghost of Sir Isaac Newton,
watching someone else make love with crystal antennas,
cheering them on, while their testicles hang like crystal diode plums?





Chris D. Aechtner     July 4th, 2011 


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Never Again

Never again will the rain of your pain
flood the streets of my joy
because never again
will you know where I live!


Written: By my sister Rosa Johnson in 1970 after a painful separation from her 
husband.


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In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  
                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.


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LOST and LONELY A MESSAGE TO MY SOUPER FRIENDS

                  


             Last year was a hard year with 
             alot of bumps in the road.I have
             missed all my souper friends.
             Last April my father,uncle,were
             diagnosed with cancer.They are
             brothers and they found out on
             the same day.I didn't take it well
             and got mad and punched a steel
             beam.I have paid for it ever since.
             My father lost his fight and passed
             away July 30,11.I had to have 3
             surgeries in august on my hand.It
             got a staph infection and was in the
             hospital for 2 weeks and a nursing
             facility for 48 days on IV antibiotics.
             After my dad passed I felt like my
             life was no longer worth living.
             Now I feel I should end my life.
             The date I have chosen is near. I
             hope you all do well on your poetry
             writing.There are a few people on this
             site,you know who you are,I want to
             thank you for everything you have 
             done to help.
             Now I am lost and lonely and ready
             for peace.I hope my poetry legend
             will live on.


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It's Time!

Rebel! My children, rebel! For the light 
Of day scours for a system not built,
But saved from the souls of politicians
Who are lost and will never seem to find
A means to a decision, instead delay
The growth of a nation desperate