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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Blank verse | |

Acceptance

Opened like a morning leaf
exposed beneath the moon,
Resting in the tentacles
of a clouded ink coccoon.
Wringing hands now rest at peace-
the solitude of night,
a lantern in the wilderness
the miracle of flight.
Dancing on the tabletops
or falling from a swing,
is noticing the networking
of every living thing.
Observation is the art
that shows a single frame,
experience will turn to stone
the given and the gained.


Details | Lyric | |

A Stereotype of Me

You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're not satisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

And I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
Past the picture you created 
And all the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

And I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Free verse | |

Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them
through rusty gates and broken doors
Where will I be led
whom shall I follow
Are their directions better than my own?
Will I lead myself down the garden path?
confusion
Perplexed by messages
What will satisfy?
Is there meaning to life?
Blind guides speak loudly
painting pretty pictures on my mind
Enticing me with their magic
They speak like they know
They want me to see what they think they see
It is so close
just over the next horizon
Purpose, serenity
Being at one with the universe
Peace, love, understanding
I pick up a book
It warns me
there is but one way
Directed to the only Son 
A gift from the Father
The creator of all things
Earthly wisdom to be ignored
become as a little child
The opposite of all that I had known
A single narrow path
I am slowly guided along
no longer alone
I know who I will follow
I am on the road to home




Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lucifer's Laments

"Lucifer's Laments" By M. Taha Effendi (Dramatic Monologue) Do You not see, Almighty God, How Your order man defied? So base, so vile, so gravely flawed, Yet so consumed by pride! He broke all sacred codes though warned, He dared to pay no heed, He mocked Your words, Your gifts he scorned, He breached what You decreed, Beyond the holy saint's facade, There hides a worthless cheat, A savage beast, a thief, a fraud, The master of deceit, Too weak to tame his lust and greed, To feel remorse, too vain, Power, wealth his only creed, And Your worship he disdains, He quenched his thirst with blood he spilled, In countless wars he waged, Centuries wore on. Millions killed, Civilizations laid to waste, But he prides this life of sin and crime, As he leads himself astray! His humanity lost in his race with time, And by the error of his way, Why then My Lord was I expelled? Was mine a darker sin? I am the angel that rebelled, But is not man my evil twin? To salve his conscience, me he blames, When he himself is full of vice, While in his heart surely he shames, To have staged his own demise, It is a myth his vice I feed, He writes himself his fate, Man: A far more disgusting breed, Not merely my incarnate! (Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2011)


Details | Villanelle | |

Hot Day

A steady hum vibrating one constant low
Surrounding me in tiny hummingbird beats
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

The fuzzy sound vibrates on pulsed in it’s drones
All vision blurs dimly in dark shadowed heat
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

The yellow window’s shade drawn down indigo
Gaze at it’s outline, with my hands on my feet
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

My round Papasan chair of plush wicker holds
My languid form as I relax there complete
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

Within the dark, my lap cat’s bright green eyes glow
I’m clothed only in my silhouette’s repeat
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

Reflect in beta waves of calm peace I know
On blue walls, my fairy outline shifts and beats
A steady hum vibrating one constant low
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow




Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Free verse | |

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...




Details | Quatrain | |

‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…



*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 
always...


Details | Free verse | |

Updrafts

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
tenderly kiss
the nearly invisible
tree-tops piercing
the thick winter fog.

Currents suddenly catch hard
as birds of steel
thunder by overhead,
breaking the ancient focus,
with loud, powerful roars.

-Regain thought-

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Purse

If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.

A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.

I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.

Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.

As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble


Details | Free verse | |

Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of 
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a 
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, 
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India 
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to 
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
 the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you



Details | Quatrain | |

Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

INSIDE MYSELF


Inside my gnawing self a realm spills down through the meadows, wild garlands reached by fingers from afar… the hues, soft pastel brushing across winds on floats so stunning I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth and there, a primitive choir of animals chants of radiant praise for a season as my palms ripple upon the glass of another earth, the mist of day nibbling the flakes from my eyes light turning red, night fading white licking stems of twilight dew, as if the shadows of all constellations rise like giant stones, beautiful and silent, piled up in a row lining into heaven... I walk inside my realm, nestled inside my quiet, contained self © PEACE *During an artists’ fellowship last weekend, I printed this piece on 45 reams of art paper and distributed it to my colleagues in the form of scrolls. Our discussion on embracing peace in a world riddled with hostility allowed me to share my thoughts,"let peace begin with me..." , ,,,,,,,,,, for Cyndi MacMillan’s Great Soup Poetry Extravaganza by nette onclaud


Details | Free verse | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

The Life-After-Death Sentence

As a child, I wished 
I could refill 
Sky-blue plates 
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed 
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.

When I prayed, I cursed 
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.

After God found me, 

I helped found a new Garden of Eden 
By killing
The Venus flytrap 
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements 
That even suffocate 
Air.
I committed 
These acts of kindness 
In hopes of being found guilty 
Of premeditated 
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given 
The life-after-death sentence.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Dr Rams Words Are Better Than Gold

 
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt
a pondering notion of wisdom is felt 
I take a sip of his lovely red wine,  
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine
 
susurrus hymns of love at times
or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines 
silently I sit as his words come to life,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine

o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside
his heritage, his love, his grand design
I fall in dream into his domain of time,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine

a song of one soul
a dance for all, profound 
a story unraveling with pages alive
Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine


Details | Free verse | |

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



Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


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Road To Freedom

Which road would lead me to heaven?
I've been looking for that road.
Which road would lead me to freedom?
I’ve been a slave since my birth.

Which road would lead me to sanity?
I’m going crazy with all the rules.
Oft voiceless 'neath society's shadow,
it’s time to get out of this life.

My mind's aching, my heart's slowly breaking,
they don’t realize what they are doing.
I can’t bear it all it’s time to get home,
they’re making me a fool I can’t go on.

Which road leads me to that long-lost place?
where everything is love, no trace of hate.
I’ll find it someday, tomorrow maybe,
although they’re blocking my way.

Which road would lead me to laughter?
I’ve been crying all my life.
Take my hand and come with me,
just say the word and we’ll be free.


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Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


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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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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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Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


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Breezy Jane

The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame
Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the blame
The breeze shall seize her fears…..taking them away
If fallen leaves could speak…. wonder what they’d say 
Before they leave the trees…. to convey a changing way
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

I wonder if the breeze…. could remove strife that way
Making every thing better ….and mixing it with rain
The wind against your skin ….doesn’t seem like much to say
A mighty thought inside…. Procures hope finds its way
Lft your head up to the sky…let wind blow where it may
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane


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Nurtured Peace

New growth of life blooms
Nurtured by water and light
Look within for peace
	
	


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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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Free Persimmons

I woke this morning
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of the jasmine 
just outside my window.
This garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.
The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.


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Free Persimmons (revision)

I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.

The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.

Don't wake me up.


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When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there


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peace from dead skinned fingers

It's minor keys that resonate, I'll stay up late and wait
then in between the silence I'll hear the sound
of steel and cedar, the slow rebound
wrapping around my reflective heart
and so it comes,this slow release
brings me peace in dead skinned fingers.
It's me who lingers unanswered and unsolved
even after prayer wheels have been revolved.
The answer is not to doubt at all,
to take our backs from off the wall,
but still these shapes take precedence,
a permanent tenement residence
of twos and blue toned cadence.

That perfection goes unnoticed
would be easier to bare
if there was someone there to share
the exquisite madness and requisite gladness
who's roots draw from melancholy 
but the apple that fell on me
knocking sense into me
bruising my head
releases me, brings peace to me
instead.


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Where I am

We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes...
The water washed away all my sins it could take...
Precious tears that dried before the pain went away...
Now only floating among what never really fades...
Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint...
I close my eyes to a darkness that was only a hint...
And drift away down a stream to land where I belong...
And scribe tales of love and loss in my own song...


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Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


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traveller

highway grinding
myway finding
        mental meanderings
philosophic ideals
     mirrorly miles
            of reflection
passed under tired tires


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Chase A Yellow Poem

I caught 
a yellow poem 
in my hands, and 
it fluttered like a 
frighten flock of butterfly wings 

Spreading its 
yellow bright wings, 
Then gliding across 
a sea of gold, 
we landed gently 
as a ripple 
on the pond  
  
If yellow is 
the brightest color 
in the rainbow,
then, let me
chase a yellow poem
-- through your candlelight 

If we land
with both feet
on the ground,
I wonder, why  
we could not 
catch a yellow 
butterfly smile today


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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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Cry only for those who cannot hear you

The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark 
of it, I would be a rich man...

So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment...
The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call 
mundane theirs...

It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for 
the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull 
delight?

You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your 
pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly 
that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and 
nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition...

Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and 
seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you...

Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path...

AND

Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of 
their diluted beliefs...


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A Matter of Choice

                                                                  
                                                                   LIFE
	                                           A Bland
                                                           Nothingness
                                                     Changing our Lives
                                                 We all Seek solace within 
                                           Allowing oneself to Disassociate 
                                       From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits 
                                  Discovering nothingness, is quite something
                          Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
                        Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow 
                           Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
                                   Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
                                       There is no need for fear when changing
                                             One needs to relax to keep focus
                                                  For creating a new life within 
                                                      Embraces your solace
                                                             Nothingness 
                                                                 A Bland 
                                                                    LIFE


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God's plan

Predict every possible way for a world war to break out and prevent them

In times of need 
set up the dominos of disaster

dont think there is no god in control with a plan 
and a blue print

and when the scripts come out for the world layers
on how to get along
all my generation has to do is rehears it
and learn from it
and pass it to the next

live in peace forever with the perfect harmonised seven characteristic leaders
of the world scripted politics perfected for peace
because the geniuses solved the riddle of thou shalt not kill

then show man how to perform a man made miracle
and pass it down as a legacy of peace and life lessons to the next generation
as they figure out metaphorical riddles of knowledge

and work towards the wonder if you can become the god trainer
and pull of the surprise holiday?


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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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Leaving Me

The shine came off of her back that day
under the magnolia tree
She sprawled her arms like tree sized roots
and swayed with the swaying breeze
It was always her choice of blossoms
that seemed to bruise to the delicate touch
It was always on the day she was about to die
that she wanted to live so much
She sank from luxurious apple green
into chameleon red
as I drew her a picture of spring time
and the resurrection of the dead
The snow fell sweet on the tree that year
in a vision of rains to come
as I sparked a match and drew her breath
in the winter's fallen sun.


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Beaches

How did I get here?

Amongst the crusty sand and screeching gulls
Where greasy waves spill haplessly
Under an unyielding, gray sky

How did I get here?

Wandering about in pained abstraction
Looking at the rolling, dark waves

Parceled out in hopeless piles 
That crash against this jagged beach

Retreating in thinly, flattened sheets
Only to return newly crashing waves

The endless crash and retreat that tugs at me
Soon vanishes to obscurity in the open sea

Where all things mix and die 
Forever in timeless ritual

Were only my soul to return so easily
And crash again with all its might

Were only my heart lightened 
To join those retreating waves

Then I too could return anew
To cut my little edge on this beach 

And retreat backward to the sea
Where all things mix and die




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Sapphires and Fireflies

Tonight, of all nights, I catch the falling sky
while the world spins off it's axis out the corner of my eye
My room is barely lit by a single firefly
as I blow the trees off mountains with a singulary sigh.

The resin of the moon is the shadow of my face
The stars collide and sprinkle dust to make their big escape
They land among the treetops as an ember burnt through space
curling ribbons in the leaves at a wilted sparkler's pace.

Climb my psyche if you will
spin the world backwards better still
tear me off a sapphire pill
to fix this woe that's made me ill.

Tonight, of all nights, I say good bye
as the weight off my back gently slides
I still have that light from my firefly
so if you don't mind now I'll close my eyes...


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Half Truth Dreams

Lump of bitter dreams
In waking, tough to swallow
In sleep, liquid pools
to be tasted, drank silver,
only to metal harden.


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Cherish the Day

TODAY is here, do not look back for yesterday
Yesterday is gone
Today do not wait for tomorrow
Today is a last opportunity
For tomorrow ,a today will be gone
Tomorrow a new sun will rise
Leaving today behind
Take each treasured moment today
Live it to the fullest
Knowing it will only last  today
For tomorrow, it will be in the past
Live each hour, each minute, each second
Because it will not come again
Today live life like  there is no tomorrow
Because sometimes tomorrow never comes


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Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


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Upon A Daydream

Away I drift…
	From right here and right now
Free of bonds…
	Anchored to worldly pains
Here lays exposed…
	My strength, my heart, my essence
Upon the precipice…
	Riding away on the only true freedom


Resting in sunlight…
	On green New England seashores
Endless Waves washing…
	Away the aches and troubled sorrow
Laying here I desire…
	No stability, no purpose, no weight
Less the power of heart…
	To release momentary responsibility


In this place I have loved…
	And felt it’s purity of redemption
I have been the scholar…
	And the open learned pupil
It’s here I give of myself…
	Knowing I will gain from the effort
Here I gain true wealth…
	Beyond the treasures of mans avarice


For a moment I transpire…
	Outside the boundaries of body
A wearied welcome traveler…
	Entering an undiscovered country
Allowed by the azure skies…
	To drift within this calm and peaceful realm
Until the call of the Thrush…
	Brings my minds eye back to focus


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Virtue in Essence

Mint in the eyes, metal in mood
buckled in sunshine, burning in brood
You represent all in life that is good
I long to be in your presence.
Sipping your whispers, earful and shine
standing like I still believe you are mine
Sappy and spindly in limbs while I pine
I miss your touch with a vengeance.
Wind in my mouth, catching my breath
pulling me forward until I accept
we are a mist from our birth to our death

We are the virtue in essence.


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Midnight Sail On Massachusetts Bay

Releasing the rigid anchor line
Leaving the safety of land in our wake
Warm July zephyrs filling the sails
Resting even hands upon the tiller
As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft
Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass
Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk
Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon
Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse
Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor
Alone with the lights from distant headlands
Their essence illume the crests softly breaking
Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine
Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited 
Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic
Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay
A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness
Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…


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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


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Do you Believe in My God?

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly, 
I don't need a middle man because
It's me and my God

Oh yes, I believe in the Lord
But at times I see, things that should not be seen
He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw
Drip down and clear the eyes
Lets these emotions saturate and open out
We make our own destiny
The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness
He tells me my end but how I get there
Depends on my actions

And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening?
Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming
All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren’t we all, sinners? I fall ill
Thinking of all these lies swirling
Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the
Minimum health regulations

TELL ME LORD

Why do you let this happen, what is the solution?
He speaks one word: you
Others  run with miscommunication
Thinking, you? You? You?
Pointing fingers throwing bombs
Shooting children, in the name of God
While tears fall from the sky, clouding
All that’s morally right
But its really, it’s up to you you you
To change the world
Do you, believe, in the Lord?


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Imagination

Imagination

runs wild and free

     I can be 

        whatever I'd like to be

    free to be me


Details | Free verse | |

The Jester.

Oh little quipster
Come dance for me
Embrace upon me
Wit and humor
Hypnotize me 
With alluring charm
Unbreakable
Fill your performance
With moments of regret
Whipped and wrenched
Upon my spirit
Do me this favor
One final time
And I shall forget
Your debt to me


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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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My Walkabout...

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port

A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust

first stop,Durango
high in the Rockies
a couple of days hiking
loud thunder was shocking

Next stop,was Gallup
from here,began my walk about
unsure of destination
first step began my route

Halfway to nowhere
dropped my load,to look around
sensational insight
revelation was found

Looked back toward beginning
so distant,out of sight
looked ahead for the end
no end to my flight

Sort of like life
past and future,uncertain
adventerous journeys
once removed from our curtain

continued my walk
through the mountains of Arizona
amazing sights
spent the night all alone-a

Under a canopy of stars
cool evening wind
no city lights
a universe with no end

Infinity came calling
understanding to follow
somewhere hides destiny
heartsongs sung hallowed.....


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The Black Valise

Directions to envision a lost trail of agony
Reveals passage to a black bag tautly held for many years
While overhauling contents of a violent imagery
I thrust forward to the pathway of rudimentary repair
To weaken the hold and ease the grips of anguish and despair
Thoughts are pulling me,pushing me toward perception more each day
Torn apart by recognition as it was consciously turned away
Broken of hand it plummets, while insulting the earth below
Thousands of tears race from the bag as I nurture my scorned ego
A gush of emotion slashes the soil in a torrent, bitter rain
While viciously spouting a pool of frustration
Then is snatched up by the dirt again
In contempt of the ailing turmoil that stifled many a goal
The soil sucks it down, further down, then swallows it in whole
The satchel of stressful burden once over-stuffed by me
Descends to fill on devil’s rations where it packs up easily
Fate of torments asunder, I had to let go
To cradle awareness and potentially grow
Advanced from suppression, unwilling to stumble
Into the black clutch of madness where healthy minds crumble


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




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Who am I

A tribute to Ramana Maharshi, a man who has inspired me for forty years. a greaty Indian saint he was.....Peter




Who Am I?

Sometimes I ask the question “who Am I?”
Am I just this tiny speck put here by trust?
Just a puppet in the hands of destiny
To be blown within the wind just merely dust.

Then sometimes I’m aware of who I am
As I stand beside a lake or waterfall
As the music of the morning melts into me
And deep within that ancient whisper calls.

Well I ask myself this question
“Will I ever find the way?”
Ramana told me what to do
Said “Do it now, today!”

Oh such a little question one may ask
Does the answer come and blow the mind away?
Will the truth arise to set the bird to freedom?
If one asks this thing each minute of the day.


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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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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


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Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' My 300 Spartans ... ' ( or My Scheherazade )


To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

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… I Have Lost 200 Poems
But Here Are 300
Because I Open My Arms
To Inspiration Undaunted …

“ Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork
Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn
Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork
Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born “

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A Childhood Poem Remembered …

           I See The Moon
      and The Moon Sees Me
       GOD Bless The Moon
         and GOD Bless Me

… and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry …

                                 The  MoonBee


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Look Away

Look Away


Don't look this way
For I have been burned in the face.
Defeat and captured
Only released by the sound of my breathing.
From dust till dawn
I say look away for I no longer wish for you to see me.
Released the blood from my eyes.
Look away for I have you placed in my heart
I wish you not to see me this way.
Though I be burn ,torn,tattered and fatal wounded 
Shall my breathing keep me sane.
May you memory keep me warm
See these words I speak,hear me breathing so shallow.
Feel the darkness that formed in my eyes
Since this is my mind I may be released.
But forever trapped in a maze that brings 
Me up to drag me down.
Look away for I am burned in the face
As long as you remember your in my heart,
And memory I shall be in yours.
So I shall say look away
For I am burned tattered and torn inside my mind.
Just look away


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God Will Take Care Of You

 
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you’re going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you’re in... Maybe there’s “no way out.” God remains faithful! This is what he’s all about! Perhaps it seems like all you’ve tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won’t you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God’s word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He’s here to help! He’s always near! He’s someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He’s here right now … Won’t you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He’ll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Sufficient Unto the Day

Let the evils of the day suffice to themselves,
And the dark not descend to deeper depths.
Let our better angels draw their subtle breaths,
To softly sing of virtue 'round our souls' deep wells
As the nightfrost bears the spectral knells
From distant, dreaming, timeworn towers
Slowly marking magical hours,
Casting secret shadowspells.

Let slip our barqes upon the sea of dreams,
Above those deeps where memory sleeps.
Unloose the furrowed, careworn brow
As our ship above soft wavelets streams,
Unheedful of the kelpy deeps
Beneath the brightness we call Now.


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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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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Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.


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How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.


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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


Details | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             


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Pride and Honor

We fight for our lives,
We fight for our freedom.
We live for pride,
We live for honor.
What is our lives without freedom?
Some think it is not worth living if one cannot obtain freedom. 
Others would disagree and praise the hand that feeds them,
Even if that which they praise is a monster.... just to live and breath... 
Squeeze out of life all they can... no use of pride or honor.
For what is pride and honor really worth? Death?
I would think not, for life is more powerful the death.
But why choose life if pride has vanished and honor ceases to exist?
Ones reason for pride has changed over the years.
Once it was that of a good man with a pure soul who could be proud and deserved honor, 
But now... now... it is beauty and wealth that lead us to have pride in ourselves...
So shallow, no depth...
Surface looks, when did they overrule the pure complete honesty we should all live by?
But we are lost... what is the way back? Is there a way back?
Do we even care enough to look for a way back?
Or better yet, if we did look and find a way back what would we find?
Perhaps we would discover that the meaning of pride and honor has been forever corupt,
And the only way out is to turn and look forward... for we cannot change the past, 
We can learn from and use our knowledge of it to help mold that which is to be our future.
A future of continuing freedom.
A pathway to Peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Check is in the Mail

The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by Chuck Keys	

At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds 
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed, 
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide.  God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, 
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud 
Louder and more intense with each breadth 
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, 
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago, 
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out 
Never allowed to be his own, 
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated 
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) 
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

We cry for what was taken but can never be returned 
Not wanting to be raised above or over, 
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail, 
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm is here and now.  
A debt of honor is due, 
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy, 
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, 
The lack of housing and work, 
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm continues with its blinding rage, 
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, 
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Limerick | |

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL


Details | Rhyme | |

A Simple Lesson

My younger days, I had naught.
At least, that was what I thought.
Fame and riches, the goals I sought.
Wanting only things that could be bought.
Day after day, for them I fought;
And in the game, I was caught
In the cold and ruthless life I’d wrought.
 
As life progressed, I began to see
That not all things had price or fee,
The most beautiful things are truly free,
Hope and joy, compassion and empathy,
Someone to love and to love me.
And in my quiet moments, I began to plea;
And so, my true happiness came to be.
 
Others could share in this lesson too.
You can believe my words are true;
But it seems a lesson valued by few.
Instead of a life and memories you rue,
Reappraise your life and what you do.
It’s never too late to renew
Your life and be…….. a happier you. 


Details | Pantoum | |

A Traveler's Prayer

Travelers tempt the hand of fate, of time
moving from within one box to the other side.
Sometimes we’re scared, we cry sometime 
yet, to take that step, that risk “Ah, let the heart abide.”

Moving from within one box to the other side
we get a new perspective, a learning most sublime. 
Yet, to take that step, that risk “Ah, let the heart abide,”
different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime. 

We get a new perspective, a learning most sublime,
a hard fought for understanding, from which we can’t backslide.
Different shapes, all askew, beneath a mask of pantomime,
all are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide.

A hard fought for understanding, from which we can’t backslide,
a call for peace and unity within this woman’s lifetime.
All are born, and grow and die, as to eternity we glide,
as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time.

A call for peace and unity within this woman’s lifetime
sometimes we’re scared, we cry sometime, 
as on we wander, one and all, hand in hand through time
travelers tempt the hand of fate, in searching different climes…

Topic:Backsliding


Details | Ballad | |

An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


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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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Dedicated To... (Rap Verse)

This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,
To...
You...

So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he 
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!

How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to 
having white lovers, if less racism 
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To
You...


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


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The Little Girl with Pigtails

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
who sits quietly at her desk.
Whose eyes lift to meet no one,
whose clothing is always a mess.

He’s the little boy on the playground,
whose strays alone without a friend.
Whose countless cuts and bruises,
are too deep for those to mend.

She’s the little girl in the lunch line,
who stares at classmates having fun.
Her mouth never forms a smile,
her long sleeves cover what’s been done.

He’s the little boy, who lashes out in anger,
as his classmates stop and stare,
in wonder at the skeptical, of a little boy
who seldom had a word to share.

She’s the little girl who recites excuses,
for every injury her tiny body may bear.
A rehearsed story told so perfectly,
no one notices the blankness within her stare.

He’s the little boy who startles so easily,
and jumps at the loudest sound.
A little boy covered in shades of blue,
inflicted by an abuser his fate is bound. 

She’s the little girl with pigtails,
she sits alone, without a friend to tend,
a black tinted heart of abusiveness,
hidden injuries never to mend.

They were the little boy and girl in the classroom,
who sat quietly alone, concealing the crime,
of living a life-time at the hands of an abuser,
who raised their hands of abuse one last time.


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Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


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You've got to love your life

You’ve got to love your life.

I’m drifting through my life
As I climb those rocky trails
The only place I want to be is now
The Spring comes, me just sitting here
As the grass grows by itself
I never did want too much, anyhow.

Can’t worry about your burdens
One has to travel on
The past can’t do no damage, it be gone
And the future, well there’s no one knows
No matter what they do
You cannot stop those hands from moving on.

You’ve got to love your life
That’s the only way to go
There ain’t no going back to what’s been done
Cause life was made for loving
The song you sing is yours
You’re a one off soul, you be the only one.

You have to live your story
No matter where it goes
No matter what the hard knocks you might gain
The road might lead to nowhere
Yet dance it anyhow
When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


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Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

                    wind in my hair

                              enjoying this place


          of quiet contentment
  
          at peace with life

          letting my problems

                   go .... 

                         ... flow... 

 
out into this

sunfilled
sunshine
sunglow
sunkissed

                        afternoon

                        without a care.


Breeze blows gently
       
            I close my eyes ...


                          soul drifts along


                          entwined with nature

                          precious moment

                          peaceful solitude

                                               ~d
                                                    r
                                                      i
                                                        f
                                                          t
                                                            i
                                                              n
                                                                g~
                                                                          dreamlike...

kiss of sun

       hot on my eyelids -

                                                   my heart open


                                                   I welcome the day.


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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unleash from within

18th & 19th February 2012

Weary, drained spent, shattered, Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered. Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered, Happiness to the heart is what always mattered. Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber, Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber, Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious, These recur within and indigenous. I decree to me and myself To Unleash from within Unleash from within me the power of choice, To take a chance on change and rejoice. Unleash from within the power to give, and forget and forgive. Unleash from within the power of trust, Work on the “t” or the relationship will rust. Unleash from within the power to listen, But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens. Unleash from within the belief, That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief. Unleash the power not to criticize yourself, And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself. Unleash from within the power to Love Learn Laugh . Unleash from within, Unleash from within…………… The beginning is the hardest but is life’s secret cotter pin………..


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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SK-3

Expectation's a sure path to pain  
First we cover our gaps with dreams
And let them dreams grow within
Tall, thick and feasible
Turning to purpose
Then obsession
That thwarted
Maddens,
Hurts.


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' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )

                 Amen

            His  MoonBee


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Sweet Toxicity

I love this drug
it makes me sooooo.....mmm
superwomaly
flying to the fifth or sixth dimension of an extension of 
me
Not being self absorbed or super conceited
just longing to be treated as the one 
longing to the one of a ton of many ones that want  to be
cool...smooth...easy like a commodore morning.
Glorifying the timing of a lingering love for me...
Jill Scott found the magic number so I wonder
why can't I be that fly to find that equation that will solve
the problem of unlimited elation to the nth degree
you see I've managed to stay 
cool...no fool around here to disrupt or put an abrupt end
to the trend of being a friend to a Crew of Spirits beyond limits
and understanding...thanking Him for the pace of grace that I feel
to deal with others who want to change the solution to my equation 
of being one with my Saviour.


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A Moment

The day is oh so quiet.
The sun has not come up.
But I can see it peeking.
The world awaits it on its throne.
Everything is still.
No one is running about.
What a perfect time for poetry…
Before my brood is up.
Beautiful. Serene.
A cup of coffee near by.
A moment out of time.
Within this cocooned moment…
The world is all mine.


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Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


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My piece of mind a new begining

4th December 2011 ,sernabatim,Gois shack,
By Sashi .Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)

Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind,
Pour yourself in through my eyes, burning embers find.

Fumes of devilish sorrows, be engulfed so fast,
  Peace to look forward to, wash away memories of the past.

Tranquility drench your serenity into me,
Happiness corrode my skin and char it with peace to be.

Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart,
Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart.

Edify myself with joys of life
darkness gone , light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife.

Welcome to my body all joys and peace,
Let it override the ebbing currents dwindle and decrease.

a new year dawns a new begining,
i will take it on my chin......

placement: third,
contest:show me any form/any theme max 15 lines,
sponsor: Brian Strand.


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Zest of Limes

I live where
lime trees bloom
before spring has come,
where early unattended fruit
drop from the trees...
I gather some
in a silver metal bowl
and place them on a table.
These green and yellow limes
are round, redolent, with a clean
citrus flavor.  I squeeze one,
release its oils, and rub my hands
with wringing motions,
cover my nose to breathe
the fresh, clean scent --
and marvel, once again,
how such simplicity
can cheer me.


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Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


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Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


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A fresh start a new beginning

 by : Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)

 
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. But today is another day, New stuff to think, do and say. Today I will brave the world all alone, And enjoy my freedom full blown. I will live life with zest, Try neverto do things second best. I will live to be sensitive, Towards others be more receptive. I will live to be forgiving, Be more tolerant and caring. I will speak to all who walk my path, Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath. I will correct all my wrongs, And tell this to all by making them my songs. I will proudly write notes about the new me, And publish and upload them for all to see. I will work to be creative, And learn to open my mind’s eye and not be obstructive. I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude, To succeed, master the skill of gratitude. The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way, Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away. And today is the right day, To commence these fresh new things that I write and say
theme: a fresh new start date:9th march 2012,


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


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The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


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I'm a Muslim I'm not a Terrorist

I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.

I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.

I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.

I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.

What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.

I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.

So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.


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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


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Scars Left Behind

You were always honest
unfortunately it didn't extend to yourself

Regal persona was never exceeded by your accomplishments
If only you were as important as you thought others thought you were

Some bring joy when they enter a room
no one would ever accuse you of that
Leaving was always the best gift you could offer

Being you could not have been easy
No friends to speak of
accept one
maybe not even him
I think he froze in your shadow
He has begun to thaw in your absence

Strangely I miss you
Not entirely sure why
Do I in some weird way owe you for my success?
Without you I would not have been born

You are gone
Certainly not forgotten
The scars are my reminder
A multitude of memories mark my soul
Not your typical father son fare
Norman Rockwell wouldn't paint our picture
I wish I could remember happier times
some wishes don't come true

Eventually our nightmare came to an end
You gave us the gift of leaving
Am I evil for being Thankful?
You died alone
Should I have flown to be by your side?
Perhaps
Somehow it seems fitting you parted in this way
If I had come I may not have been able to hide my relief
Now we both have rest



Scars Left Behind Contest
By: Richard Lamoureux


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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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Top Ten Blessings

An Almighty Father, who always attends to my soul.
(Blessed beliefs sustain the brightness of my Lord.)

Jesus Christ who loves me and died on the cross for my sins.
(Sweet salvation succors repentance and supports spiritual growth.)

The Gift of the Holy Spirit bears witness to truthfulness in God’s word.
(That still small voice that gives direction to life.)

My soul mate, my love, strengthens my heart everyday.
(Constant companionship caresses my loneliness.)

Family and its many members that choose to show love.
(Children and grandchildren enliven life, especially.)

A church where truth is taught and leaders live inspired.
(Seeing people living rightly shows that virtue is achievable.)

A charismatic consortium, friends committed to right ways.
(Good examples to emulate make the path toward perfection clearer.)

The capacity to forget unfortunate foibles projected upon me.
(Amid forgiveness fantastic peace flourishes.)

Emotions to help me understand and express God’s will in my life.
(Without feelings, life would be meaningless.) 

Delicious dreams that diminish depression day by day.
(Delightful living gives direction to my world.)

© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Top Ten 	
Sponsored by: Adeleke Adeite


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


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A PARK BENCH

The world spinning round 
A park bench 
The wind... 
The only sound 
Trees, 
Red and gold 
Tumbling leaves 

How a world can stop 
Turn by turn... 
Park bench 
Life burning by 
Sit through the day 
Passing play... 
Park bench 
Sometimes... 
It's the only way 


Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


Details | Free verse | |

My Morning Companion


She sits beside me in my place of solace. Her smile nested near my heart is all I need to soothe the restless soul behind paling eyes of spring. A cloak of friendship or possibly foes encircle us in a draping sky of blue. All have their purpose to challenge our consciousness. Our morning visions of swaying palms bow to touch life with fibrous fronds. Each reach within chanting words of peace in a language heard long ago… abiding o’er time, they brush the earth to rouse her dreams of a heavenly union. My dreams lie awake at dawn floating on a lake of mirrors. My dreams wait like polished stones rubbed smooth on the banks of eternity… Patient, she still sits beside me. Our hands fold together on the bank as eyes search the river, ever changing. We bow our heads in remembrance of shrouded faces who have faded in rippling pools. My eyes open as I depart the hallowed halls of yesterday, and I smile back at my morning companion. Hand-in-hand, I feel her energy. We splash gaily in the waters of our discoveries, the serendipity of we. I call her Usha of Spring. She is all that is bright and new as the sun rises in the east. We skip stones across our muddled reflections, laughing all the while. Then, we weave fronds to shelter us from a bitter winter that will never come.


Details | Shape | |

' MoonBee's Heart (or) Filled With Love ... '

.            .Touched By  Love	                 I  Feel– So–In– Love
        This Heart Of Mine Loves	         With All Of  My Soul-Love
     My Greatest Love & Glory-Love      & Always  Truest  Story  Love 
    My  Oldest,  Yet  Like New-Love,    My Life Always Knew This Love
    My  Boldest  - Brightest, Wisest Love, My Surest, Undisguised Love
    Deep & Wide As The Ocean Love, High As Space–Skies Above Love
     My  Sweetest Love,  &  Complete  Love   &  Most  Easiest To Love
      My Unreleased,   At-Peace  Love  & My Powerful, Unleashed  Love
       My  Simple...   Unselfish,   Warmest,   Wealthiest,   Purest,  Love
         My  Most   Enduring…   Devoted…   Desired…  &   Dearest Love
           My Biggest,  &   Beauteous   &   Blest  &  Best  of  All  Loves
             Because From  YOU: Comes  All  Other Big  &  Small  Loves
               a  Child    a  Husband     a  Father    &   Mother     Love
                Friend, Stranger,  Christian - Sister  &  Brotherly Love
                  Love  … This  Real …  Will  Keep Us  Together  Love
                    Love  … Is  The  Only  Thing  That  Matters  Love
                      Songs  &  Dance  &  Romantic  &  Poetic Loves
                        Are  My  Pleasures  &   Philanthropic   Loves
                          Live ... For  Holy  Love  &  For  Only Love
                              Eternal  Love … &  …  Supernal  Love
                                The  Son Of God, Came  For Love
                                    Father  GOD,  Gave For Love
                                       The   Essence   Of   Love
                                          The  Idea  & Ideal of
                                                L… O… V… E…
                                                  G    O    D
                                                      O   f
                  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ 
                                                 L… O… V… E…
                                  Reflect This Love…Respect This Love
                              Protect This Love   …        Until Perfect Love
                   Go Beatles: All You Need Is  Love All You Need Is Love
            Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need
           She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah       She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah
                 She Loves You Yeah                                  Yeah Yeah Yeah


Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | ABC | |

----------------------- Zenith's Blizzard------------------------


Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding  Zenith  




~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan
~~~~Contest Name: SNOW
~~~~~~ABC Form  (nature)


Details | Lyric | |

Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.


Details | Ballade | |

I'm too busy being me

I’m too busy being me

I have been around my friends
For many a long year
I’ve had my share of mystery
I’ve had my share of fear
But all in all, I’d have to say
That life is beautiful
From where I stand here all alone
It’s all so very grand
But I don’t ever try to understand.

I’ve not much curiosity
I’m too busy being me
I do not try to understand
The way that others be
Cause they be they, and I be me
And that’s all very cool
They have the right to be themselves
And I have my own rules
But in the end it’s all so beautiful.

A simple rose, the sky at night
The moon and Sun at sea
I love it all, my life is sweet
All filled with mystery
 And all I ever want is to be me.

I’m growing old, my time draws near
And I have this to say
That life with all it’s mystery
And all it’s crazy ways
Has taught me, oh so many things
And gave such gifts to me
And I do thank life heartily
For all the things I be
And I’m so glad that fate did make me, me.


Details | Senryu | |

Evening Senryus

evening breezes cool 
shadows creep across my lawn
my heart hears the night

trees whisper secrets
leaves stir in the fading light
my mind breathes a sigh

twilight comes softly
sunlight beams one last farewell
my soul finds its rest


Morning, Noon or Night Contest
by Steven Mossburg
8-25-11


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

It Was An Amazing Morning

What a morning! It was well received
According to all who watch the inauguration?
From the gay to the straight, to the in-betweens
We will be free, according to the Abraham, Martin and John
Now,  Obama, Joe and Hillary Clinton

We shall be free, to walk this earth with a sense of
Peace and reassurance.
Free to be an American Citizen, 
In the land of opportunities,
Or else we shall die fighting for it.

So, stop launching the false accusation, and false allegations, 
Let us all wait and see what this second term is going to be 
 White house; history in the making: Waves those flags


Details | Rhyme | |

Redhead Philosophy

I am strong, I am brave so many ask why I am so strange my reply has always been because God made me this way with curious looks and a grin I look at them and say I have red hair that I must tend what more do I need to explain/center> Just silly


Details | Pantoum | |

The Blue Knight { Pantoum }

<                                the city he calls his home the beat
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  doctors lawyers fast food he's ready
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  the city he calls his home the beat




Tribute To 
Police Officers 



Entry For
Jarred Pickett's
Pantoum Contest
G.L. All
                                  


Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Rhyme | |

I Found Peace

Ironically, the "peace" you seek I sought too Only not in a dream This is the reality I choose Here, there are no "daiquiris" Or "dancing" No loveless romancing No more chasing chances Hoping that love enhances In a heart that's bare One that shows  No compassion, No care And especially when it counts Never being there With words of love I never hear My peace has No expectations of tomorrow Waking with sorrows Created by torturous choices Ignorantly ignoring inner intuition, Inner voices My peace won't allow my heart to lead While my mind grieves Or let my body's desires  Make me weak In the search for unattainable love I seek In my reality I'm happy I have found peace... Lay


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


Details | Rhyme | |

politics of the human mind

the will of the pen knows no bounds 
but limited to the will of the writers hand
like the tone of a melody without sound
waiting for the cue from the band 

the face of a painting has no features 
except those the artist wishes to convey 
as the student of life has no teachers 
except those one wishes to obey 

the mind of the artist knows no justice 
except the judgement delivered by the land 
for the wrath of nature lusts in 
the embrace of chaos' arms at hand 

the scholar may quest for that which is forbidden  
though the will of the body remains untamed 
for the strength of the mind lay hidden
in a philosophers temple in a philosophers brain  

the warriors will to fight for glory 
strengthened through each land he drifts 
yet the screams in his dreams and stories 
tells him how much peace is a gift 


as the pen of history continues to move 
inviting prince time to take part in chance 
the celestial bodies start to groove 
on the universes stage in a cosmic dance 

it is the meekest of men to quest for equality 
as the soul of the universe aligns with the brute 
yet in the eyes of the artist one is taught to see 
when the warrior  speaks peace, his lips numb mute 

the will of chaos runs parallel to the universe
as does history to plasma in veins 
for the gift of peace is mans biggest curse 
in a world he quest to claim 






Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Sonnet | |

I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



Details | Free verse | |

The Tenth Gate

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?


Details | Free verse | |

Peace in Me

I was betrayed by one closest to me.
He put me down,
ridiculed the darkest secret in me.
Tears stained my face,
my heart broke so deep,
but there is this peace lingering in me.
Life is coming on hard,
work is eating at me,
school is making me tired,
I feel these things all weighing me down,
but there is this peace comforting me.
My past tries to keep me in a bind,
my mind keeps working hard to block out the lies,
my heart slowly seeps into a deep sleep,
but I still feel this peace covering me.
Something so intense,
through all the pain it still persists,
it carries me through this thing we call humanity,
and with all this -
I know there is one true God that exists,
who gives peace to me...


Details | Quatrain | |

Cherish

We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.


Details | Cinquain | |

Peace needs a Prince

We feel
Such offense when
We look upon hatred
And its deadly applications,
Evil
That keeps
Peace just a dream
We come to see what works
And we judge those who seek to play
War games.

But when 
Hurt by someone
Personally, those friends
That you have cared about, helped and 
Defend
Because
You felt perhaps
They were misunderstood
And one fine day, they turn on you
And use
The steps
You took for them, 
Against you, in a logic
Of their own, that respects not
Your gift
Shaken 
By the feeling
Of betrayal even
When you know, a gift is given
Freely
The pain
Cuts deep, tearing
The heart apart, bleeding
And your hopes for peace strongly
Lessens.

You find
That the conflicts
In our world has taken
Wider proportion, peace further 
At bay.
Until
The sun comes out
Clears the clouds in your heart
Restoring faith, hope and the love
Inside.

Please God
The only one
Who can show us the way
To peace is your son whom many
Await.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.02.11


Details | Free verse | |

All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Chasing a Dream

Churning in the shadows
Are my dreams of tomorrow
A time of peace
That is void of sorrow

Wisdom has conquered greed
Science has cured the diseased
Fighting has succumb to harmony
Through unity we appeased

Mother earth is guarded
Mankind is held in esteem
So much hope for tomorrow
But today it’s only a dream


Details | Rhyme | |

WRONG OR RIGHT

What is right and what is wrong
So much gray and so many songs
Just because I can does it mean that I should?
If I appear pleasant then should I be rude?
There are many such questions to ponder in life
So many in fact that it causes us strife.
I wonder sometimes if what I know is right
Is somehow considered wrong in another’s sight.
My upbringing taught me to be gentle and kind
To help others when I see they are in a bind.
To be fair and just in all my various dealings
And to always be considerate of others’ feelings
To always do a day’s work for a day’s pay.
When the sun is shining you got to make hay.
But some other folks don’t see it the same
The rules are some different in life’s game
They are taught to lie and encouraged to steal
That dying is holy and it’s alright to kill.
Some worship cattle and won’t eat beef
Pierce their faces and wear sandals on their feet
I ain’t saying that they are wrong or right
And I ain’t saying that we should go and fight
What I am saying is it ain’t right for me
And I wish these folks would let me be
I think “do unto others” is a mighty good rule
And I stay away from folks that I think are a fool
Respect is earned by respecting others
And I just wish we could all be brothers.


Details | Senryu | |

Holiday Frolics

Holiday Frolics
Shoppers walk to tunes;
Mall’s cacophony rings loud,
Santa listens well.


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Free verse | |

deep-dark-hollowed heart

I stand 
I wait
I worried
for the things that may not happened

I hope
I pray
I cried
longing for a peaceful heart

All I wanted is...
when i close my eyes I won't feel afraid
and when I open my eyes, a smile will appear 
coz today i breathe again

in a deep-dark-hollowed heart
like living as a sinner
like walking around in a forest finding a way out
God, released me from this feeling...

Nobody wants to feel alone
like a stranger in a crowded place
take me to a home where love can hold me
to a nice sleep when the night comes

I am lost so find me
I cry so hug me
I am lonely so love me...


Details | Free verse | |

A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


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The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


Details | Ballade | |

The conversation

The conversation

The three friends, they were talking
The Archer, fish and Bull
They’d all been round a good long time
They had their thoughts, and all
About the rights and wrongs in life
And each had problems too
They’d get together, each of them
And talk, that’s what they’d do

The archer told the wise old fish
I needs be on the move
I have a lot of life to live
That’s just the way I groove
“Now, I’m a dreamer” said the fish
I gain a lot of pleasure
Going right into my self
And seeking souls sweet treasures”

The bull, he said “I like to graze
I’m a sensual kind of being
Oh, I could laze around all day
As all around I’m seeing
The beauty of this crazy world
‘I’m contented, friends, that’s me
I have no need to dream, nor wander
I’m just content to be”

They carried on for some long time
The three friends, did this day
And when the conversation finished
And they each went their way
They all decided that this world
Has many different kinds
And each guy he must be himself
To gain some peace of mind.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Transition and Transcend ... '

      Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin

Whether From Death or Divorce
        Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
   Today, Rises To Tomorrow

So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End

You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune

Just – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind

Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …

    So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin

The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again …  and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend


Details | Couplet | |

bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu


Details | Rhyme | |

Dusk at the Quay

Dusk at the quay

The dusk is here, down by the sea
A summer’s day, a nice cool breeze
And as the sun be sinking lower
A silence with it’s awesome power  
Descends on all for each to hear
As I feel the breath of God, so near.

The boats all anchored in the quay
They look so sleepy now
They wave and bob upon their beds
As the breeze touches their sails
They sit there sleeping till the morn
Then wake up gleaming with the dawn.

What is it then about the dusk?
That brings this silence on
What brings this sense of mystery?
When the sun it soon be gone
When crashing waves may hit the sand
All done with the aid of God’s firm hand.

I sit and watch the Sun go down
It’s the mystery of death
I see it sink then disappear
There’ll soon be nothing left
For the Sea does rob him of his light
He’ll come back, though, with morning light.

14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.


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Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


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-------------------------The Soul I Sold------------


If I seem down forgive me Frowns I carry around live in me When I break you see right through me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I’ve learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... Your words so true renew me If only you'd re-design me Take time rewind refine me Recreate the mold without lies I’ve told... GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I’ve learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....


Details | Blank verse | |

Why Do I Write

Why Do I Write?
I was born in an era when Shakespeare, Shelley and Wordsworth were kings. Reading them was like hearing beautiful music and after all these years…it still is. Then I fell in love with Emily Dickenson and the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam…what wonderful words of wisdom they imparted! I write because it allows me to express myself…my thoughts, my compassion, my soul… much as my singing has done all my life. Now that that part of my life is waning, I can still be a “diva” in my own eyes! lol I write, because my heart tells me to in the wee hours of the morning when sleep eludes me. I write because these thoughts and words which are choking me...screaming to be free...must be released. I write for those who mourn, or who suffer illness, to console them and say I understand. I write for the lonely, for those who have no hope. whose stories tug at my heart. Since I can't hold them close to me, I try through my poems to convince them there is hope and tomorrow will be better. I write to be heard...to show I am still relevant and have viable thoughts and opinions to share with the world. Experience is still the best teacher. I write to protest injustice wherever I find it. To be silent would be cowardly. I write humorously about inconsequential, everyday situations, to bring a laugh or two into our lives. I wrote my memoirs for my grandchild, to preserve the past for future generations. I wrote poetry to release grief and sorrow when death came to call, to help me find peace and acceptance. I write my religious poetry…not to flaunt my religion…but to praise God and thank him for his sacrifice for me and for the peace his presence brings to me. I also ask his blessings for my friends and loved ones and for the heavy in heart, so that they might find peace and deliverance from the evils of this world. I do not expect my work to be published…I have no illusions about my talent…I write for everyman, most of whom would shy away from the literary world and consider it elitist in the extreme, but when tragedy befalls them, they take comfort in simple words of encouragement and consolation. But most of all, I write for the sheer joy of it and because my soul requires it!
Copyright©2008 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved) For Frank's "What turns you on" contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Find your center




To wake with the sun, as it's rays touch Mother Earth
I give thanks for it warming this great land
and watch the beauty of a sunrise as mirth returns to earth
I hear birds announce this rebirth as if on command

I see happiness in all faces, while greeting the relations
as all work to prepare our lodge for a morning meal
A sample of foods taken from this land for our nation 
Give thanks and only take what's needed to feed and heal

Work for common good, while giving kindness and respect
to all beings of this land, as we greet them each day
Wolf, bird, fish, plant and man of this land all interconnect
for without this union, life would not greet this day

At days end, watching the sun retreat beyond the horizon
all life feeds and prepares for nights darkness to return
Relations gather, speak of the day and return of the bison  
A white bison's return is one of our lessons to learn


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Free verse | |

My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
 
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
 
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
 
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
 
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
 
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.


Details | Ballade | |

Finding the key

Finding the key

He’s putting his life in order
He’s not a kid no more
Took him a long time growing up
Through all the inner wars
But now he’s getting there at last
He’s climbing through the mist
He’s putting things in order
He will not be dismissed.

For many years a beast kept under
Will rot within his cage
He’ll seethe within with fury
Because of inner rage
But then one day the man looks in 
And sees that blessed beast
He sees that it can’t really hurt him
Not even in the least.

He learns then at a deep, deep level
That the beast it has no power.
It be the mark of the fearful man
Who truly will not flower
He’s let the beast so cower him
That he stands there looking scared
Yet look the fear right in the eye
And the truth be everywhere

He must recognize his jailor
And say “Give me the key!!!”
Then he know it’s he that’s holding
The end to misery
He has to learn to like himself
That’s the only way to go
To bring those shadows to the light 
And feel his life just flow

He must rest within his glory
It’s the only way to go
Let the light come into him
And feel that inner glow
Then never will these prison walls
Take hold of him again
Because he’ll hold the key to freedom
From all his inner pain.

11 December 2013 @ 1755hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bipolar Realization

If I skip sleep or refuse to take my
med's against my doctor's warning, I hear
radio voices at night in my ear;
the voices unhinge me as no one's nearby 
when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply
with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear--
I am committed two or three times a year.
It puts my whole life on total standby!
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a real challenge,
a test to surmount--a thing to exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some evil result
of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.




Details | Lyric | |

Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


Details | Free verse | |

Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Ballad | |

Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Rhyme | |

Begin to Live

Knowing his plan and staying on course, You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we’ve come to know Him. Never doubt He’s always there! Forever and ever you’re in His care. As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow. You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know. The beauty of love that’s only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live.
Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Linda Marie & Tasty Soup ... '

Linda Marie … You Are Good For The Soup
Your Words, How Wisely They Troup
Across The Written Page, We Read
Knowing Each Word, is Heartfelt, Indeed

So Original The Thoughts, from Your Head
They’re Tasty, like Jam On Light Buttered-Bread
So Sincere, We Cannot Help, But Hear
I Am Glad, That You Alighted, Right Here

You’ve Got A Breath Of Mountain-Mist About You
And Your Unique, Technique, Talks So True
All In All, Linda Marie, You Have A Loving Soul
And It Shows, In Your Discerning Words of Gold

Your Poems, Share Sweetness and Grace
Your Voice, Has Definitely Found A Place
At The Table Here, Keep Serving Soup
A Warm Dish and Wishes, Added To The Group


For:  Linda Marie, Tho’ You’re Still Sorta New Kiddo
Welcome To The Block-Busters (Mental-Blocks, That Is) - smile … 
(I Really Do Enjoy Your Writes)

                          Your Poet-Sis,

                             MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


Details | Rhyme | |

To Overcome Adversity

Surviving adversity, it is really against the odds
that you'll still stay normal with your full deck of cards
Like many a cause that you know have a price
where principle is concerned, you're ready to sacrifice

There is right and there is wrong, you don't need to belong
your principles are just, they have made you headstrong
No rhyme and no reason can sway you from this cause
because you've pondered its justice and have found no flaws

Shouts of anger and negativity galore
you are now tasting just what is in store
What words could you offer to those limited in thought
Then all is finished, would it be your wisdom they sought?

Words of the heart enter the heart, when all else fails
it's not a bad place to be, when addressing another's ails 
To overcome adversity there is not always one solution
but it can never be found in starting a revolution

In final sum, it seems like the rule of thumb
better to negotiate that peace and then some
For the alternatives are all to clear
why perpetuate hatred and fear 
so put aside your differences
and find a world wishing to care


Details | Monorhyme | |

Human Fleshlings

Human Fleshlings
Imperfect flesh
Fantasy perfection

Love is all we need
Yet all we want is greed

We seek perfection to plant our seed
We expect them to follow our lead

We’re full of sin
How can we expect to win?


Details | Lyric | |

Transformation of Propensity

As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…

 Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…


Details | Verse | |

The Paparazzi Quinzaine

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                                     privacy act ruined ?
                                     big nuisance ?
                                     
                                     


Details | Romanticism | |

OPEN OUR EYES

Bend down from your perch so high
Touch the Earth and open your eyes
Choked with concrete and steel
Death is a certainty and finality real
Overpopulation and destruction rampant
Consumption and spoil is a constant
Obsession for possession of power
While the lowly crouch and cower
Repetition to the closed in mind
Revelations they will never find
The hopelessness of the human condition
As they race headlong into perdition
Could be reversed by a simple deed
If we would but fervently heed
Bend down from our perch so high
Touch the Earth and open our eyes.
 



Details | Rondeau | |

Holding The Faith

<                                   Holding the faith
                                     The future looks so much brighter
                                     Holding the faith
                                     Every waking hour fills plate
                                     No more will I be it's fighter
                                     For heavy load becomes lighter
                                     Holding the faith





Written By Katherine Stella 9/19/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Weave A Rondelet Contest
G.L. All
                    


Details | Ballade | |

Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


Details | Haiku | |

Hush of Night

Moon hides behind clouds
       starlight dance beckons to me -- 
                quiet hush of night


Details | Lyric | |

On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


Details | Kimo | |

Existence


it has been said that "man will destroy man"

we are our brothers keepers

let us keep on keeping...


Details | Free verse | |

The Dreamer

Standing I gaze through various windows and doorways.
Serene landscapes within each continuously changing for us.
My body tenses and quivers. My eyes burn and forehead sweats.
Each causes my mind to strain and grasp for thought.
Before me various lights dance and cascade, no music is heard.
The colors and shades dance, causing focus never to be gained.
Emotions burst forth sometimes pain, other times only joy.
Walking, running, falling the paths I choose never cease.
Figures and shapes stand before me no faces ever seen.
No speech or sound is ever heard, yet always understood.
Arms stretched failing to grasp always yearning for an answer.
Confused, my thoughts search eagerly for its very meaning.
Forever knowing that an answer is completely unyielding.
I scream my breath released with wet lips quivering.
I feel shaken and the darkness once again overcomes.
Suddenly I'm startled, my head raised, eyes now wide open.
Realizing the room is empty the dream is gone.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


Details | Free verse | |

Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Free verse | |

Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...


"...to love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando


Details | Senryu | |

' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (2) ...' 70th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (2) … ’  70th  Senryu


     We All Need To Know:
What Time Justice, Being Served ?
 ‘Cause, GOD Made Dessert !


Details | Ballade | |

Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


Details | Free verse | |

The Touch Of Lake Tahoe

Quietly recalling
Those few days long past
Where night rose undisturbed
Allowed to live in solitude
Distant from the hum of the city
And the glare of its radiance
For here silence is silence
And dusk mutes the mountainside
Giving fearful pause even to dawns eye

In the pallid glow of moonlight
Stand the great Ponderosa Pines
Veiled shadows of ominous parsons
Resolutely guarding midnight faith
Sweet tendrils of vanilla incense 
Wafting on Rocky Mountain breezes
Like passions vogue allegory
A smooth and round obsidian stone
Washed upon a retracted beach
My modest moment of reality
Smoothed over by times hands
On this mountain lake…

…Settling me to begin anew


Details | Free verse | |

Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there comes a Time
When little girls Glance
and little boys Giggle
When Hearts open Wide
and Welcome in Fools
And Big, Strong men 
tell weak little Lies
And tiny, sweet Women
Feign Loving Smiles
all the while
Knowing--
but Avoiding the Truth
It is a Time of Discovery—
When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there is Love in the air
There is Beauty surrounding
And Birds everywhere
Let the Delicate aroma
Whisper along the Breeze
Enticing each Nostril—
Encouraging a sneeze
Many Secrets are embedded--
sealed inside each Breath 
of fresh Sweetness
and within the Petal
of each miniature Lavender Star
Never to be Revealed--
When the Lilacs Bloom


Details | Haiku | |

A Fresh Lit Candle

A fresh lit candle
in the dim and empty church--
Our Lord  shifting His gaze.


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to A Healthy Prisoner

Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul

Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes

You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain

Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man 

Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above 
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love

Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots

So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell  all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~



please don't be offended by the last line~ 
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~


Details | Free verse | |

Coffee Shop

Bustling people and clinking forks
A crowded maze of tables and chairs
The soft conversations meant to be secret
Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases

The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume
Caress my nose with a familiar touch
The morning shines outside the huge windows
Burning brightly, it washes out the crowd

People become shadows in the insane light
The breaking dawn ruins their features
I set alone in this madness of Sun-fire
My senses raped by terrible sights and sound

They fuel my desire to be ...

The smell of unwashed skin and vodka
Drifts in on a fugitive breeze
The rattle of a beggar's cup points to its source
Its owner's suffering passes silently amongst the crowd

An old man sits with his paper in hand
A daytime hooker enjoys her hazelnut creamer
A well-dressed woman curses her cellphone and spills her latte
A child grips her legs and she curses him as well

In a dream
Sepia tones and friendly faces
In a nightmare
Shadow beasts and hungry eyes

They fuel my desire to be ...

My pen begins to glide along the rough paper
A few words, hard pressed, appear like forgotten children
Suddenly their voices are not so loud
My eyes begin to focus only on the paper

A beautiful thing begins to form
An ornament to the chaos around me
I find a wonderful peace
And the words flow gently and with ease

The shadow beings float around me
Trying to disturb my bubble of genesis
There sounds cannot stop me, I do not fear them
These hateful beasts are helping me so

They fuel my desire to be ...


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Time

It’s that time of year again,
When families reunite;
We sit together and reminisce,
About everything in sight;

We laugh and joke and carry on, 
Like no time has passed;
Reliving those old memories, 
That get dredged up from our past;

Playing games and hanging, 
With our family and friends;
Hoping beyond hope, 
That this night will have no end;

Cause Christmas time is like that, 
It brings us all in close,
From the beginning of the evening,
'Til the time we say Adios!


Details | Rhyme | |

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer!

God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective.
That I should not choose to be so “selective.”

I asked him: “what do you mean by this question?”
I wasn’t quite prepared for the reception!

God said; “You’ve chosen to be selective in how you live.”
“There’s only so much, to me, that you want to give!”

“You said that I’m your Lord, by your way of living.”
“But a life of holiness, is what you’re not giving.”

“You want the prayer answered,
 but have nothing to show for it.”
“You claim to accept my grace,
 but aren’t willing to share it.”

“How can I answer your prayer,
 when it’s only convenient?”
“Haven’t I been patient with you?”
“And most lenient?”

“Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!”
“Then you’ll know what prayer life is really meant for!”

“Give me your heart!”  “And take time to really listen!”
“There’s so much more of me, that you’ve been missin’!”

“Obey my words and experience the life I have given!”
“Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!”

“Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!”
“I will give you the strength to make it through!”

“You will know what it means to spend time with me!”
“And your prayers will impact you for eternity!”

By Jim Pemberton   10/21/13


Details | Acrostic | |

SILENT NIGHT

Somewhere out there
Illuminations still twinkle, just not here.
Lost in the absence of that God-awful sparkling light,
Everyone fighting is praying for a silent night.
Now on the battlefield a hush is commanded,
The warring factions apparently disbanded.

No one is pushing buttons or pulling a trigger,
Inside camps men lay exhausted by wars’ rigor.
Giving thanks to the almighty,
Hell will wait; so must Aphrodite.
Tears will wash away most reasons to fight.


For the Holiday Acrostic Challenge


Details | I do not know? | |

Corridors of silence

During the cold empty 
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


Details | Couplet | |

Finding Peace

I walk among the weathered stones, Contemplating my life alone; Staring into the vanishing light, Praying for the courage to face the night; Fearing the endless days up ahead, I’m stuck here alone, no friends but the dead, Trapped in this place, never to be freed; I was deserted by all in my hour of need; I look around but no one is there, Filling my lonely heart with despair; The soulless blackbirds fly overhead, “Tirzah” they whisper, my name brings me dread; I’m stuck here alone with naught but my fear, The path to my future remaining unclear; I cling to the memory of my fading past; Hoping that I can find peace at last.


Details | Lyric | |

The certainty of you

A tribute to John and Carla Sherman at 'Just one look'

You can listen to the preachers
And the high priests, they as well
You can hear those Gurus speaking
You can think about endless Hell
It don’t matter what you’re doing
There’s just one thing to do
Look into the certainty of you.

You can do your meditation
Your Yoga, or Tai Chi
You can sail across the oceans
Seek help across the seas
There’s many who would help you
But you have to pay the price
But look at you, this be real good advice.

Take a look within you
And see what hides in there
Listen well to what the man has said
The one you thought was you
You’ll not find him everywhere
Turn around and look inside your head.

You can be a good or bad man
Or act jut like a drag
Overlook old ancient truths
Drink a beer or have a fag
Just take a look inside yourself
And see the one you be
Then in the end the truth shall set you free.


Details | Quatrain | |

GRATITUDE

Little things, important things,
The things I really savor,
Are the things that often go un-noticed,
That give our life it's flavor.

I'm grateful for the little things.
The things I call my own.
The things I take for granted,
Like kith and kin and home.

A family to fill my life,
And friends to share whatever,
And sunny days and restful nights,
And bonds that can't be severed,

By trials that come and go with life,
Instead the bonds grow tighter,
When those who love you gather 'round,
To make your burden lighter;

For money isn't everything,
Sometimes it just brings trouble.
Your treasure chest should hold much more,
Than pretty, shiney, baubles.

Simple blessings are the best,
Each one a special treasure,
A gift that's given straight to you,
To savor at your leasure.

I'm thankful for the little things,
That money cannot buy,
For peace, and hope, and certainty,
In where my future lies.



For "GRATITUDE" contest


Details | Senryu | |

' Carpenter's Rule ... ' 54th Senryu

‘ Carpenter’s Rule … ’      54th  Senryu


   ‘ HE ’  … Is Not A Fool
Can Not Use GOD, Like A Tool ...
     Carpenter’s Gold-Rule


Details | Lyric | |

A Tangled Curse

Sightless visions of this world
Collapsing reason, the rising scared
Disillusion breaking bonds
The gravity of this collective song

The undeterred replacing truth
Teach detachment to the youth
Complexity and blinding games
Reattaching trauma’s shame

Cold perception blaming loss
Upon reflections in the frost
Banished hearts creating schemes
Against ourselves; this broken theme

The self-receptive caught within
The fear of self within their skin
It’s in this place we choose our worth
While people fight upon the earth

The gravity that passes by
We’re falling down, or into the sky
No more places left to hide
We forgive the past, or our future dies

This illusion breaking fast
We fight against the spells we cast
Between the earth and universe
We must dissolve this tangled curse


Details | Verse | |

The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son


Details | Quatrain | |

Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


Details | I do not know? | |

Made Brand New ?

Holy be ?
You desire this of me…
Is this possible am I able ?

Consecration, dedication towards the goal !
Ultimate sanctification for any soul…

Purity, virtue and piety…
Just some names of a few,
Made brand new.


Written by: William Arthur Tell

1Pe 1:16  Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Anthropology

This is an older piece that I found from a couple of years ago. I have more old 
goodies for those of you who are fans of mine already. Enjoy.

Speak, strange brother of mine
Darkened skin or  pale in tone,
Why do I not know you?
Together we are both alone,
Your eyes and beliefs are alien
My view points are not your own,
As my beliefs began with determinism
Yours too are planted and society grown,

Our diction is similar but different
Aspirations are opposites yet the same,
As the tiger views the lion at first glance
Fear and respect live within our names,
Our labels force us inside of a box
Frailties inspire judgment and empathy
Not knowing now, that we are one
Nor how the correct word is sympathy,

Sympathy is the term we shall feel
As insight inspires greater understanding,
To study your life is to reflect on my own
As each existence is equally demanding,
As minor details have kept us apart, I now see you,
As a picture of me, placed on a different shelf,
For who I believed would be a task to “know”
Is merely a different name, given to, myself


Details | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


Details | Narrative | |

Inside My Heart

It was a good day, there’s a smile on my face.
I feel some peace and with it came grace.
I started to feel old and patience was thin,
From all the ashes came a place to begin.

I don’t even know what direction to go,
As daylight shines I hope it will show.
I just take one step and then another,
Hoping somehow, this life can recover.

I feel quite content I have to say,
None of the bad shall get in my way.
The sun set like so many times before,
I seem ambitious for what is in store.

I look at the sky and wish upon a star,
Hoping the distance is never too far.
I start to find my way though it is dark,
I try to find a place to make my mark.

The stars appear like diamonds in the sky,
Challenging my courage to learn how to fly.
I think deep inside my heart it still knows,
There seems no boundary as confidence grows.

The moon glows and it doesn’t seem dark,
I climb a hill on the far side of the park.
I lok down below and everything’s still,
It seems like life is held against it’s will.

I make my way home it’s been a long day,
It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way.
The world seems at peace and I am a part,
Tranquility grows from inside my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

At the Wheel

Duty calls to us to react
Against such hatred
As -
A man who simply wants to build
Is killed -     
In sandy far off hills.
Peace knows it’s time to concentrate
On hate -
And how to compensate.

What says the noble men of old?
Who’s stories, now are never told.
Instead,   
A bed,
Of constant dread -
We sleep with guns beneath our heads;
And slumber to the merry news
Streaming through a TV tube,
So rude -
They never tell the truth,
And cover it with glory’s loot.
So toot -  
Your horns and guzzle gas,
And give The Man your hard earned cash.

Where’s Liberty, when madmen rule?
Now Justice’s just a letting pool
Of blood -
Where war is now the key,
To lift a sad economy.
Where hero’s die for corporate deals -
Our lives depend on hands that steal!

We’ve let the bad guys
take the wheel.




Details | Light Poetry | |

' Geometry To Me ... '

You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added

You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity

You Are Geometry To Me:

You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet

You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave

You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World

You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …

And You Are Geometry To  Me …


Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, 
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


Details | Free verse | |

This Tranquility

This Tranquility
    by Amy Swanson




shimmers of light 

                  heaven soft ... 



sparkling stardances

                   moonlit mist ...



                                                      *do you remember*


echoes ...

       (oh so faint)

                   of far away

                                  yesterdays

                                         in my soul's memory




*Glittering*


          *dream-dust*


                        violet *iridescence*


                                        falling new

                            
                                                  re-awakening


                                                       my spirit


                                                   to dream again...


                                              within this ageless garden


                                                     simplicity's oasis

        

Silver-soft

           cascade ...

                  mystic waterfall
 
                             hues of rainbowed light

                                       sun-drenched prisms

                                                       crystalline pure

                                                                   flow down

                                                                          from heaven's realms

~ melting ~

         into this rushing river

                            of my soul...
                  
                                           my
                           
                                                  self...

                                                           with waves of blissful peace



Listen close-!

             serenity's song -- 

 

only the heart 

     can hear

          these gentle strains ... 



                                 melodious enchantment


                                           harmonious 


                                                joyous



Lush forest green -

                   life, alive


                                Warm marigold glow -

                                                    sunshine, envelopes



... all becoming 

                         this tranquility.


Details | Free verse | |

A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | Quatrain | |

I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script



Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Couplet | |

Angel Dust

Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon


Details | Free verse | |

Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


Details | Free verse | |

Super ego, ego and id'ism

The sub-conscious jugernaught,
And it’s defence mechanism, 
For so long your multi-faceted dimension we’ve fought,
So commonly known as super ego, ego and id’ism.

We can all be mean, jealous, envious,
Sometimes kind, caring and compassionate at best,
What we don’t like, we call social deviance,
I know all the me’s I can be, collectively we’ve got a chance,
Not much is known by the layman,
There’s a reason we feed from the tame hand,
Each one of us immensely powerful,
We need our vision back to make it's power null,
revealing, no cohesion, a fictional entity cull.

The mind unravels and absorbes the 'knowing' wealth,
letting go of the ego and in 'their' terms my mental health.


Details | Free verse | |

Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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The Day the Movement Died

December 6, 1969

It was the time of peace and love
With hippies everywhere
The Woodstock of the west was held
And all the greats were there
The Rolling Stones played Altamont
Hell’s Angels on the stage
Protecting them from rabid fans
Who’s fervor can’t be caged
And when this man, this rabid fan
Tried to mount the stage
The Angels met him face to face
And an altercation waged

They grabbed the guy and took him down
And as he lay there on the ground
They pummeled him with fists until
They stabbed him and the world went still

Those were the days of peace and love
Ruined by the push and shove
Make love not war the hippies say
The hippy culture died that day
The movement and music did not comprehend
That this was the beginning of their end

Mdailey	12/6/11


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Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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' More Will Rise ...' 71st Senryu

‘ More Will Rise … ’  71st  Senryu


  They Shoot Messengers
They Cannot Kill The Message
   More Rise, To Tell It ! …


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The Dream

Sensations is the word for the entire treasure, And life is what allows to say That feeling every single pleasure, Makes people find their dream away. And in that dream they put desire, And they put hope for every scent, And all the senses we admire And never let their will to bend. The so called peace that all we need, The so called light we're searching for, That's what the dream is for indeed That's what we all have dreamed before. And when the light's about to reach, And when the peace it's on it's way You feel the kind in every speech And bless you find in every pray. The blind can see the stars that dance, The deaf can hear the wind that sings, And every whisper is a trance That makes even the rocks find wings. And when the dream is no more pain, And all the chains are no more doubt, You know your heart contains a stain And that the dream is love about. 01/13/2008


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Love and Truth

I followed love, and it broke me open, the heart wound,
suffering, beyond my imagination
In my hurt, i lost everything
and those nights as i cried alone and cold
I heard loves voice
"I come and i go like the spring.
Why worship only my coming?
My departure is my greatest gift.
The wound i leave you with
is Truth, my immortal lover.
He is your teacher and will never leave you".
Truth told me how small my love was, 
an addiction, to own another.
Truth taught me of a greater love.
He told me the secrets of love,
the beauty of the agony.
How to be with love, how to carress her. 
I still worship love, adore her beauty,
pray to taste her soft lips again,
but now, i also worship truth, 
He showed me my purpose.
He made me into a man, a warrior.
I defend the weak, i fight for their freedom.
I carry the flaming sword of truth.
If you live to oppress, for greed, or hate
I will crush you, slice you,
bring you to your knees,
make you cry at the alter of truth,
begging loves forgiveness.
And after you accept them as your masters,
I will mend your wounds, and carry you across the desert
back to life, a new life, immortality.
You and I become one with Love and Truth, intertwined, 
as immortal lovers, inseparable for eternity. My friend.


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A journey to healing entirely

You cannot rush
My healing process
My skin has invisible marked scars
From the verbal and mental abuse it endured
I let your lingual assaults have the power to damage my identity

Summer rain washes away your words
when they rise to the surface
I was like a pelican with oil heavily weighing down my wings
and my feet pound across the slick cement surface
Hoping if I run far enough, I'll leave behind the memory of it

I confess my deepest sentiments to a stranger
who listens intently and has become my pathfinder 
When I have lost my way to loving myself
.......................

I KNOW that I am hiding in the shadows
Camouflaged from those who could break my heart

I am HERE!! IN THIS PLACE 
WAITING!!!!!!!!
 Awaiting the moment where my power that I have wrapped a security blanket over
Will Rise
from the Cobra position
to the Tree
Solid with both feet planted on the floor
I will no longer cower like a wounded animal
No... my will has only grown stronger

You cannot rush the healing process
As it is a journey of itself
A pilgrimage where one must venture out alone
To the lonely shores of Ireland
Where the waves crashing on rocks is the only vivid sound
I will cry, and I will re-live the hurt
I will overcome the addiction that kept me from the world
I have grown so weary of taking so much out on my humanly body
I await the days where I proclaim the words  “I love me”


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Deaf eyes, blind ears.

Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.

The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.

Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.


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Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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Before I Sleep

A dream before a mirror in half gloom
In the enfolding quiet of my room
A twin of confidence looks back at me
Can she see  
The lack within
Reflected eyes?
This far too sober tendency
To see the self, that hides away 
And sqeeze all thought, which once ran swift and keen
With octopus arms
Until all life is gone
Where any fragment left behind
Is simply dust
And has no weight, to hold it down 
In gusts of wind that spring alive
Upon the fall of night

Before I sleep, I will step outside
I will listen to the stars
I will walk out alone beneath the sky
And let the whirling leaves spin past my feet
And breathe a rain-damp air and feel the qualm of me retreat
And after that I'll read a book
Perhaps a verse, reverse my doubt 
I'll turn the light, and make a wish
Instead of dread
I'll close my eyes, and lay my head
Upon my bed


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Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


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Its a Refrain


 
It's a refrain from the pain
Endless list of impossibilities
Concealing, aligning with atrocities
Glamorizing, appetizing ponderous existence
Of delusional falsehood, negatives overriding
Employing good yet morbid songs
 
its a refrain
And I wonder again
Relaxing, exercising, the cranium, the brain
Circumstances advancing, the matrix expands
Of possibilities and probabilities
and ideological songs
Tunes of complex rhythms
The voice the ear
So far, yet ever so near
 
It is the refrain, gravitating again
A moment in time to alleviate the stress
Cool breeze blowing, with its gentle rustle
Some folks walking, others skylarking
And I recline in stupendous gaze
relaxing the cranium, enjoying the laze.
 



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I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






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Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


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Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


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A mariners alms and a sirens song

A mariners alms and a sirens song


A siren sings of solace in solitude
Sighing, a sailor steadies the sail
Certain resolve tested in a song
Swayed by a sense of homesickness 
Tears of loss stream, alms paid
Seagulls soar as a fish jumps
Simplicity rests in the waves of the sea
A sweet disposition whispers balms
Ancient mariners passed this way
Always wistful of the sirens serenity song


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inception

he bud of my dream blooms color in the dead of winter, but i must not utter a sound for fear 
it will wither/ for if i speak too loud, surly i will kill it/ but what is darkness will always come 
to life, until there is light/ & through the silence, i will submit myself to birth it, nurturing it/ 
liken it to spring, turn summer which is winter’s only cure, it, growth's natural current/ it 
will be worth it, for i shall worth it/ for if i am worthy enough to dream it, i am worthy 
enough to create it, become it. #AK47


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Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



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Are you a master or slave

Within each one of us there is
 a master of the universe.
 Not the universe out there, 
but the inner universe of 
our thoughts and feelings,
 attitudes and actions.

 Most people realise too late 
what awaits within and 
how valuable it is.
 
For too long we allow ourselves
 to be distracted and bewitched 
by all that is happening outside.

 To be the master of your inner world is 
to be the master of your own destiny.
 Are you going to be the master or a slave? 



Author notes
 
I dedicate this to CL


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Spinning Round In Passage

Spying on occupants of interplanetary Earth,
All hands aboard, their watching us now,
And have been since the planets very disrupting birth.

Moving closely now and hide being their sun,
Catching how we hold away their gun,
And study how it circles around every thing,
About it and how it works.
 
Wide open now we're nearly done,
I just want to show them the quirks,
Stuff we have done and how we've been having fun,
Scooting round our dirt, Finding out the sum,
So we can see past our sun I want to show them the perks.

Like how we hold them closer now but can see clearly past,
where they have traveled and really how hard they have worked. 
We see clearly now and no one understands how but now we see how Their system lurks and their almost past us now, thats really fast,
How they travel I can't believe we've intertwined and I am grieving down, 
Because I don't know how but we've watched them now,
And they go on by, I guess our planet Earth succeeds us now,
And it's as if God has put us formerly to work.
 
  Chain letters


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From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.

 


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I love when it RAIN don't YOU???

A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my 
window

Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I 
like the most RIAN your back home miss you
and the wind you blow

Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not 
lost, lost not gone

I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life 
RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come 
back another day  

Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm 
spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do 
bring family back closer to one another 

RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and 
its never more then enough   

RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it 
fall more and more on use:)


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Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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A Peek Behind the Fence


Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living


Details | I do not know? | |

why do people listen

people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then 
just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and 
they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person 
wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out 
there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last 
longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be 
able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of 
you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as 
many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for 
them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if 
you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and 
try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed 
at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be 
popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth 
it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what 
it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that 
i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with 
the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know 
what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would 
just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be 
different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like 
me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear 
and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and 
use it to become a better person and be a happier person.


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Wildness

I felt my thoughts run wild
 Was I really a demon child
 Thoughts tightened my head grew light
 I hoped my expression was on my face right
 
I absorbed your statement surety taking flight
 Your questions growing old
 Your coming across as way to bold
 So this is the child you stole
 
Standing here now I felt guilty as sin
 My emotions had just let little old Peace walk right in
 I was sure that without me the child's future was dim
 So I filled her right up to the rim
 
Without me here she surely would be condemned
 Who would look for me now I live in the brim
 
As I fought the fear
 Of having you here
 It hurt to the bone
 Making her a home
 
So I opened the door
 But her back to where she was before
 Because I love her even more
 I stay here to even the score


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Free verse | |

The Atmosphere of Shearing Metal

Everything becomes atmospheric in its nature: 
 the black rock holding open a door to a room with no entry. 
Redemption comes with a price, 
 but it is not for sale here.
Kind gestures mastering no weight,
 and music being played idly through a cracked window. 
Without your bright signs, or the screams of the unlucky who await within,
 there would be no patrons of your dead hostel. 
But we come for the screams and we come for the signs, 
and we come for the music we can almost hear. 
We are almost soothed and almost relinquish our personal peace
 for the greater apathy to reign.
 I am here with you darling,
 but you cannot even feel my touch. 
So gentle in nature, so tenacious in your attempts to learn. 
So blanketed with dream trees and angelic harps that sound only in your ears.
 This is my gallery to display the despair we call art. 
Lack of emotion and childless mothers abound.
 Come in, he says, Come in. 
And on and on they stream.
 With no tears for the dead, 
the brothers that we left by the side of the road.
 Too gentle in their tenacity.
 No ability to further progress in this procession of the damned, 
observed by careful observers from behind the glass.
 Cracked and broken and without a place to conceal their eyes.
 I am trembling in this wake,
 but I grasp your hand and we march on.
To great nothingness, 
 to empty years of needing some way to be free. 
Clanking glasses and shearing metal break my mind and bring me back to you.
 Where are you?
 And how are you going to take me away from here?
Here, where dream trees’ boughs bend and snap beneath the snow-covering.
We are burying the infants who have passed from this world to the next, 
 we are smothering their little mouths and tearing out their eyes. 
We must suppress the screams of the innocent,
 lest we believe we have a place with them. 
Follow their stoic departure and wish with our minds’ whispers
 that there was somewhere we too could go.


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Repose

Jo Davis


When your heart’s been broken
Or your spirit’s feeling low
And you’re looking for direction
a place where you can go
Remember that~ although the pace
may at often time seem slow 
Your faith will be your shelter
a place where you can grow
Don’t hide behind the shadow
of another’s dream,
for while you seek the river
they may be searching for a stream
So if the day looks cloudy,
the sun, not in your sight
What may seem your darkest hour,
is just a still and restful night.


Details | Rhyme | |

Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




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A Night of Forgiveness

The lyrics of our conscience
United in our wars
The golden words are spilling
When our truth has been ignored

The dark ignites our passions
And death will grant us life
Where fallen statues crumble
The earth reclaims our lies

A future heading backwards
Can strangle every dream
But this inner conflict saves us
As we remember why we breathe

Silent is the city
That screaming voices carve
And enlightened is the child
That hears much more when it gets dark

Our fears have lead to glory
All darkness turned to light
And everything that broke us
Has our sympathy tonight


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Hands of God

When heartache or uncertainty fill your days and nights, Remember now, more than ever, just don't give up the fight! His hands are layed upon you each and every day. Listen quietly and you'll feel it, not only when you pray. Sharing with a trusted friend will help to see you through. The outcome of your life you know, depends on what you DO. It only takes a willing heart and actions that seem odd, but through your struggles, you'll find strength - in the hands of God.


Details | Free verse | |

Hateful Words

                                                  HATEFUL WORDS

Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you’re spewing them out to?

If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life.  Is that what you really want to do?

It may seem like innocent fun when you’re bullying other kids.  It’s not!  If you keep doing it, your life’s going to be nothing but a gigantic flop.

If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop!

I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react.

I would say hateful words to their face.  I would say them behind their back.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me.

I didn’t like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be.

So, I immediately stopped using hateful words.  I’m so glad I did.

No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid.

	   Al Johnson


Details | Free verse | |

Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


Details | Senryu | |

' Kept Light On ... ' 46th Senryu

‘ Kept Light On … ’      46th  Senryu


      He Left The Light On …
So, We Could Find Our Way Home
     Look Up, Before Gone …


Details | Free verse | |

Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


Details | Bio | |

Who am I

The clouds are heavy,
cant hold for long,
tired of providing the shade all along,
 
tired of doing everything for a reason,
tired of wearing faces for every season,
 
tired of pretending to enjoy the fun,
tired of being always on the run,
 
tired of overlooking other's sin,
tired of being a cause for their win,
 
tired of worrying of what she might say,
tired of being the pavement of her way,
 
tired of acting foolish,of being a buffoon,
tired of being someone else's cushion,
 
tired of being a mother to someone,
tired of caring for the happiness of everyone,
 
tired of leading the multidimensional life,
tired of being the person I am not,
 
the clouds are heavy,
cant hold for long,
saturated, exhausted, its time to fall,
and clear the sky,
so that the sun may shine,
help discover myself - Who am I?


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | Blank verse | |

to be alone

To Be Alone
Solitude brings peace but being alone brings restiveness, 
a longing for a voice even if it is a speak saying obvious 
utterances. Silence doesn’t make a man whole he needs 
to hear voices, to make sure we are not alone in a world 
full of noises, that means nothing for the basic needs of 
the daily. Simple things what’s for dinner tomorrow and 
if we do not listen carefully we lose love behind the words 
of domestic murmour as it often get lost in the world of 
thunder; if we lose the ability to listen out for the ordinary 
we lose the big picture, our loneliness becomes agonizing
a constant hum that only brings despair and unhappiness.     


Details | Haiku | |

Snow, Winter's Long Quilt

Snow, Winter’s long quilt,
Land’s white, night beauty treatment....
Future drink for spring.


Details | Rhyme | |

With my convalescent mind

Remember all that time we spent on the back deck At your parents house. So very comfortable in that serene kind a way. On that beautiful day Late one may Ill never forget that sense of togetherness I felt. My heart melted. I knew I always wanted to stay, right here with you. A comfort altogether new Just as beautiful at It’s inside point of view. They seen us and knew! We where, the best of friends. Partners in a way that complements with such grace. Beatific, such as this spring breeze, We cheer the coming of the warm months. With a bottle of wine or two. Those conversations I hold so dear. Crazy Intellectuals, all together classy. I still benefit from the knowledge past to me. It’s been really hard Being torn away from this Knowing it was at the hand of my own demise. I still love them, With my convalescent mind.


Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


Details | Lyric | |

It's Destny

It’s Destiny

It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better      
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys          
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.

Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents 
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this

Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.

Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.


Details | Free verse | |

Alone

The warm concrete kissed my cheek
when I had finally stopped falling

and I lay there, 
at peace in the sunshine,
bruises on my knees and
scrapes on my hands
bleeding oh so quietly

while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude.

It's finally happened,
I met the ground,
The world quit spinning
all around
The clock just stopped
The pain just quit
I just embraced my moment
while my throat was slit

I sang and sang and lay and prayed,
My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul
forgive my sins
--scratch that--
I don't give a sh**

Just leave me be, here on the ground
Let me sing without a sound

Let me be at peace 
In my effortless glow
Let me have my minute
Of being alone.


Details | Cinquain | |

Honor Life's Pain

Never
Never again
Shall I veer from life’s pain 
My honor relieves my conscience
Unveiled 


Details | Free verse | |

Stalked

Panic can grip you,
When you feel
That someone or thing
For you does stalk

A dark future and past
Seems all that you face
How long you might last,
In such a cruel race

Love a memory,
Misery is true now,
And try as you want,
You can't figure out how

Stalked by bad memories,
Stalked by no hope,
Each day you wake up,
Stalked as to how you will cope

When the joy of life
Is replaced by but pain,
And there is no sunshine,
Nothing but rain...

So, if you are lucky,
And have someone 
who does care,
Remember those times,
When no one was there

Blessed are 
those who know
Such a great joy
Of the love of a girl,
A pet, or a boy...

And those shut out
In a forest of sorrow,
All alone and hating
The thought of tomorrow

Look about you with care
See the beauty that is there
Remember that God
Has a love very rare

You may feel alone,
And stalked by bad fate,
But God is still with you,
There is no debate

So leave the stalks
To the celery,
And rise to your goal
And you may feel for the
first time,
That you feel whole.


Details | Free verse | |

Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


Details | Free verse | |

I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | Free verse | |

Draining the Moon

At early dusk,
I watch the locked moon
and wonder:
Shall I comprehend
her still?

Careless me,
be better.

For, we are the night,
my sorrow,
and when she's gone
we are but alone.


(this was a poetic exercise I did thanks to another poet's suggestion - took first and last lines from 4 of Robert Frost's - 
could be any poet - poems and mixed the words - then used them as my basis for vocabulary pool - didn't use all of 
them and the only word I added was "alone" at the end - simply because nothing else fit.  What a way to stretch the 
brain!!!  The four poems I used were: "The Sound of Trees", "My November Guest", "Locked Out" and "The Rabbit 
Hunter". )


Details | Rhyme | |

Evening's The Time I Think

Evening's the time I think,
When the world's most at peace,
When all the day's cares cease.
The sun rests beyond touch.
The young moon desires much.
The stars yawn---All awake!
Like June fireflies they blink
And wait for dawn to break.
Sometimes one will fly
And leave its perch of sky.
I watch it in its flight
Soar off into the night.
Evening's its time I think.


Details | Narrative | |

In My Solitude

In my solitude there's been retreat
From worldly events that brought defeat,
When emotions were too weak to bear
I could always find asylum there.

Through childhood, grade school, college too
And as a Man, I always knew
An inner peace down deep inside
Where I would go sometimes to hide.

Then came one day the hordes of Hell
And darkness all around me fell,
A battle ensued in that black night
For my very soul I began to fight!

From the belly of Hell I began to pray
Like Jonah did on his dark day,
And just like then God heard my prayer
He came, and conquered my enemies there.

He restored my faith, He made me new
He gave me peace I never knew,
He gave me armor and washed off the mud
With nothing, save his own son's blood!

He told me that He was the source
Of peace I'd found through my life's course,
He said that He would always be
In my solitude, waiting there for me.

In my solitude the Master waits
With wisdom there He demonstrates
Life's lessons that He gives through strife
That prepare us for everlasting life.

The last thing that He said to me
On that glorious day of victory,
He smiled, and then He called me "Son"
"Go tell the world what I have done!"


"Thank You Father!" Your obedient son, Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Ballade | |

What is it about the countryside

What is it about the countryside?

What is it about the countryside
That gets into my soul?
What is it about the velvet grass? 
That makes me feel so whole?
What is it in this silent air
That mesmerizes me?
Why do I love the countryside?
I wonder what this be.

I feel in it a silent whisper
That wakens up my soul
Maybe fate did give to me
This mystic kind of role
That sees what others do not see
For most don’t seem to see
This mystery in the country side
That has such pull for me.

When I’m in the countryside
I know that there’s a power
Some force so big, so huge, so vast
A kind of mighty flower
That blooms into this universe
And set’s one’s soul afire
To let this shell be buried here
Would be my one desire.

11 July 2013 @ 1046hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


Details | Haiku | |

Angel

I saw an angel
flying up high
freedom and purity soars

I caught it
clipped its wings
and asked it to be my friend

But dear angel
cried to heaven,
"now I will bleed for sure"

wild passion caresses
sweet passion burlesques
dear angel exists no more


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm all around!

Take yourself now to His beautiful scape. Our vast green earth is His human drape. This ‘backdrop’ if you will, in this play called life, with His props that are free, they’re all within sight. Look around – and then take a seat. Lift your palms upward, cross your legs and your feet. Indian style will ready you, for what you are about to do. Now look again at your props at hand, a tree, or a brook, a bird or a man. Let your spirit be still and listen now. He’ll begin to direct you. You’ll soon see how. Quiet your mind and let Him in. This consultative measure begins from within. Breathe now child, you’ll hear Him say. Take me with you throughout your day. Breathe once more and open your mind. Be gentle today, and loving and kind. I send you My love through all that you see. When you look around please think of Me. No matter where or how far your day leads, Come back to this place when you feel the need. Your stage has been set, go out for My cause. Give your love to others and feel my applause. I gave you this life for a purpose you know. To love and share, and continue to grow. Walk with Me in the today’s and tomorrow’s. My arms are yours in times of sorrow. Remember I’m here, while awake or asleep. I will wipe away tears, kiss your face as you weep. My direction for you is to go out and be, all of the things that remind you of Me! Soon night will come, let the curtains just fall. Take a breath and then stretch, and hear My call. It’s time my child to get tucked into bed. Relax and rest your weary head. Breathe again, you’re safe and sound. Remember this morning? I’m all around!
Michelle D. ©August 8, 2010


Details | Free verse | |

Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know


Details | I do not know? | |

Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonsignor

In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.

His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.

Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.

It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.


Details | Free verse | |

Ventana Thoughts

These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness


Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the most humble
the dreamer seems visionary.


Addiction is a mirror;
if I look into it for long
I will see myself
attempting suicide.


With my conscious mind in tow
I descend into my heart
through imagination,
there learning your memory
is the sunshine
each new day bears.


A covey of fat
mountain quail and me,
we surprised each other
on the trail this morning
at just past six,
the significance of this not eluding me
having already had my manna.


In a field of false lupin
spilling the earth 
an unearthly blue
surrounded by young madrone
of vibrant green and neon brown
sprung from the ashes
of disastrous fire
i chanced an encounter
with One who has all power
in taking a chance
on His love


They are
perhaps not stars
but distant openings
windows to beyond
to back where i started from,
ever His intention
i find my way home


It would make more sense
were my gray matter
yellow, or white
with a goldenrod center,
given the scrambled
and fried responses
it comes out with 


Little glimpses
leaving hunger for more,
poetry draws me into 
an other's life:
just because I wasn't there
doesn't mean
I can't recall it.


A non-entity with ambitions
inured to my own strangeness,
being published gave an air of respectability,
the way squirrels are saved
from looking like rodents
by their bushy tails.


In process he found
a self-worth being, then
a self worth becoming, and
a self worth revealing.


Details | Free verse | |

Being Present

I'm aware of the talk, internal chatter with volume levels high
I'm concious of the questions asked with only my reply
Feeling hasn't connected yet, just words and data fighting for attention
When the infernal noise subsides I see me in my reflection

Sat feet grounded, hands loose by my side, open, vunerable, nothing left to hide
I'm in a room with others sharing space and air, my senses alert confirming i'm there

No performance necessary, the stage has been removed, stripped back to basics, lost egoic attitude

Is this what it's like being present not wrapped up in me, for all this time I had the tools but only now I see..


Details | Senryu | |

Driving in the Fog

Driving in the fog--
Eyes wide, and creeping down a
road without edges.


Details | Free verse | |

The Peace Keeper

peace. sought and desired. lost, often found.
cards on the table: leaving out millions of dice.
rolling and wearing the pattern,
believing trouble to be far behind.

odd. never knew time would tell a lie.
thinking of trouble: laying a path to your name.
seeking and trying your patience,
putting obstacles up against the wall.

tired. depressed and weary. sad, often needy.
reading between the lines: leaving out hundreds of words.
inspiring and creating a pattern,
forging terror in a future land.

hope. a desire to redress the balance.
needing new skills: putting your hands on the wheel.
working and understanding from the heart,
finding the old ways and sowing new seed.

peace. desired and lost. sought, often found.
knowing trouble: dealing with it as and when.
seeking change only when it matters,
believing happiness to be a state of mind. 


Details | Free verse | |

If I Could Talk To God Today

If I could talk to God today
Humble praise and thanks I would give
For all the blessings I have received
None of which do I deserve 
For any good I may have done
Was by grace through His son

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Lord, when I was a little child
Why was I so painfully shy?
Whenever strangers were around
I would always run and hide
Reading and daydreaming all the while

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Lord why does evil continue to exist?
I was only seven, abused and blindly robbed
I was lucky, my life not brutally snuffed!
To perverts this is just a game 
So many die while others bear lingering shame

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Forgiveness for the foolish years
Opportunities missed to do some good
For the many times I put Him last
For unnecessary fears and wasted tears
The empty years spent ‘living it up’

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
For mercy not just for me
For children like me whose trust betrayed
For all of us who have lost the way
Some day I know there will be peace on earth
When you come to live in hearts and homes

Note:  For Walayee Whitlock' s "My Darkest Childhood Memories" Contest



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' The Wolf's Howl ... '

Have You Ever Heard
A Lone Wolf’s Howl
… Sends Chills, Up My Spine
In Memory, (Even Now)

… Not Out Of Fear …
That’s Not What I Hear
It’s A Longing
A Calling

A Soul-Star Rising
And Vocalizing
A Notice … A Need
A Heed of The Breed

He’s Lifting His Head
Out Of The Dark
Not Like A Bark
But, Rite of Passage-Mark

Thru the Air, ‘Hahooooo’ Zooms
In Moonlight, and in Tune
A Long, Mellow Note
The Wolf Sung-Spoke

Wolf, is Howling To Say …
Same Things, We Pray …

Have You Ever Heard 
A Lone Wolf Howl
Sends Chills, Up My Spine 
(Even Now) ! …


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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


Details | Cowboy | |

April too lenient

comatose commas thought April too lenient; 
birth was postponed until June, 
provided preference for instant coffee 
or selfless gratification, 
minus the flack fouled narcolepsy, 
however insistent … 

cruelty followed, 
as cardboard mansions collapsed under oath, 
if under cardiac-arrest, 
below if not adjacent to, the end, 
regardless of means… 


Details | Haiku | |

Life-Haiku

Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way


Details | Ode | |

A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


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taboo

Hidden
A secret
Must keep it 
Forbidden to be in the same area or even seen with 
Sharing a secretive kiss and passionate
Hugs and whispers of love
Outwardly detached except to who's above
Footsteps creeping wood creaking 
Bed rails leaning wanting more than a fling
Yurning for the other perspective
All the guts but not the full glory of affection
My bed room you laying in
No
Must be like night.....silent
Holding close from a distance
Being cautious of signs n
Sunrise again 
Gotta let go 
Even tho 
Shed no tears but my insides are welded up and drowning
Days to long til arms embrace and hair gets velcrowed to my face 
The moon shines on my back as I make tracks from days lacked of poise
Coming in must make little noise
Fiddle with my lifesize toy that holds the key to this heart that's bolted shut and nailed up with boards
But can open all the doors
Sunrise again
Must place u in my head til the moonlight allows my heart to be opened 
Always left wanting more
The bad breath
The nights not slept
The sheets unkept
The hair a mess
The pain and suffering
The stress
The whole Damn package
Just
Not so lucky enough yet
Until next time where the moonlight will hold the spell of a taboo love kept......Peace


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Moving On

A test of limits
to crumble a palace
half constructed of dreams
and rebuilt hopes, manufactured
from old green pastures
torn fallow by divots of
malevolent life, a chasm forged
of intimacy far too close, no
stage to act upon in test runs
or delight
Change ushers forth from barren
lands, but only when day breaks
does the earth, so saddened, find
the courage to respond.


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When I Rise

When I rise
Early in the morning
My mind is spinning with thoughts
You ask me
"How can you be so energetic?"

I have no answer
I feel like I have always embraced the morning
When I go to bed
I fall asleep instantly
This gift has granted me my sanity

My mind feels fresh
Ideas flow like water from my soul
I am anxious to put pen to paper
Or should I say finger to screen
Paper seems a lifetime ago

I never know which path my mind will take
My mood and inspiration ever changing 
Drawn to the past or present
Perhaps to a future I previously never imagined
Sometimes experiencing sadness, but never for long
Enough time spent there in earlier life

When I look back at the stages of my life
I feel I have lived many lives
Somehow through all of them, I have arrived here
The reconstituted me
Almost unrecognizable from the earlier evaporated self
Confidence where none previously existed
Joy replacing fear
No more pretending, I can be me
I don't have to wear a perpetual smile
I have permission to cry
Laughter now flows from deep within me
Love is no longer something to be protected from
My heart is vulnerable and safe

Now when I rise
I look at you and I am thankful 
I was made to be with you
You know the past present and the potential of me
You smile
And I know it is going to be another good day


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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


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The Window Glass

Looking at the window glass 
the reflection began to appear
Ever slowly I could see
the looking girl was me 
Behind me in a long long line 
others began to show 
Each one awaiting for their turn 
to see what they could see 
I took my time and really looked 
and saw a second me
Now this one's who I really am 
not who I used to be 
The first one's light was fading fast 
gone before the looking glass 
I grabbed the girl and pulled her through 
she's who I want to be 
There's love and peace etched in her face
The old one's gone she's been replaced 
to look no more into the glass 
I've found my life it's here at last


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Metamorphosis

Today I am the changed… 
 
Today this life completely rearranged…
  
Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… 
  
Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop…
   
Today I shredded this egocentric noose…
   
Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus…
   
Today I sipped the energizing source juice… 
  
Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker…
   
Today I discovered my inner sword of light…
   
Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might…
   
Today I heard an adulation voice say, 
“Just be one with blithe”


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In the Arms of Reality

Ambiguous, isn't it?
Trying to stay here.
Grasping at the interlace.

Subconscious persecution,
melts into our souls, like liquid fire.
We still let it warm us,
as if it were a long, lost love.

Taste the heat.
Swallow the illusion, if it will help.

When you finish, try moving slowly.
Back to the beginning.
Remember feeling free, before the interlace?

Wrap your existence there.
Let the rest go.

There is no guarantee of a safe return,
but, there is also no danger,
in your own serenity.


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Before it is too Late

Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.

Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.

Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.

Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.

Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.

Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.

Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.

Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.  

Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.

We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.


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We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


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The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Personification | |

War Stories

May Day, acid and the National Guard
You tell it so well, you tell it so hard
The dream, the trip and peace rallies you stress
We've heard them before selling war stories for less

Rinding in cars and running in the street
Locked behind bars, afraid of defeat
The dream , the trip and peace rallies you stress
We'ver heard them before selling war stories for less

You've fallen, get up and get out of here
Why risk being buried by the past many years
It's time for a change in you 'Little Boy,'
Pack up your bags, throw out your old toys

Why chance looking back when you're so far ahead
Go hang-up your hang-ups, awaken the dead
For the dream, the trip, and peace rallies you stress
All gone today and, people can care less

The Dream, the Trip and Peace Rallies you stress
Could have helped saved the world but 
our youth failed the test.


Details | Quatrain | |

Pray

It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.


Details | Ballade | |

As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


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Musical Entities

At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music


Details | Quatrain | |

I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.


Details | Free verse | |

Of the Quandaries and Mystics in Divine Shamanism

The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason
Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion
Conformity’s blue armies will try to trap you and me in
Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin

The mind is confused on what info it should reject
It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept
Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect
I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect
 
A different death, of new hope
Soaring as Shamans cut the rope
…but some won’t

It is normal to be abnormal
Self discovery is not formal
…but love is not either

Lamenting and hoping soliloquy
This is the way it was supposed to be
…but it is

Patience in expediting time
Supposed to waste away for a dime
…but I won’t

Smooth, silky opaque clouds
I have seen though the shadowed shrouds
…but I will still depart with the Shamans
The Spirit Realm

Lost in inevitable time
Drifting through superfluous mind
Coasting on sporadic rhymes
Losing grip on human kind
Searching in jungles of lies
Venom vines cannot unwind
Oxygen floats in pink skies
Wiggling under ties that bind

Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action
In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction
There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction
Contently acquiesce to predetermination’s satisfaction

The pelicans told me how to dance on water
Mother’s dying nature from a materialistic daughter
Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father
Unwritten governing connections from unknown author

They eternalized eternity in what they wrote
The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float
The differences between independent thought and rote

Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece
Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys

Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings
Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending
Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending
Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you’re spending

I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality
Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality

Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime
The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time
  
Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through
Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you


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Where Can I Hide

I wrote this poem for my daughter who struggled for years with addictions. 
She has been sober for 3 years now...living her life... one day at a time.

This is for all those who suffer with addictions. 
May you be blessed and walk in peace, love and light..
Anne
_________________________________________________________________________

WHERE CAN I HIDE


Where do I go- where can I hide?
   There’s so much fear and pain inside
The secrets I keep- they’re killing my soul
   I truly can’t allow anyone to know
 I can’t allow anyone to see
   Can’t allow myself to be me

The chance of betrayal causes so much fear
   I’m afraid to allow anyone to near
So, where can I go
   How much longer can I hide?
If I confess my secrets…
   Will I be judged and tried?

I have so much guilt
   My heart’s full of pain
There’s so much to lose…
   Yet so much to gain 

Lord where do I go
   How much longer can I hide?
There is so much shame…
   So many times I’ve tried 

It’s tough on my spirit
   It’s so hard on my pride
I’m so tired of acting
   I’m so tired of my lies

I’ve found rejection- by myself and others
   I’ve been lost and betrayed
My heart is so weary
   My nerves are so frayed 

                     NO…
            I will fight this war
            I’ll fight to be free
            I’ll never give up…
                    Because...
            This addiction is not me!


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The True Meaning of Christmas


The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Remember September 11th Civil Rights

Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and the entrepreneurship.
911
Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war 
and mobilized troops indeed.
A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich,  the poor, the working, the unemployed… the 
skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, 
but mostly the future of America’s youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for 
some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop.
Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for 
the circle is full and it has closed.
The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great 
symphony from the past  , yet to be numbered because it’s not the last and the people’s 
opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page.
To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally 
and acknowledge your rights. 

Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins



 


 



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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


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Living Sea

 Her eyes gaze upward and witness
 The bluest sky of some she has seen,
 Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul,
 Pure, warm - a living sea;
 A towering terrain she plants her feet,
 A flowing stream to point her toward
 Realms beyond her simple child-like dreams.
 She captures a glimpse of sunlight’s smile,
 She sings a song of happiness,
 A faultless peace, a gift of love;
 Illumination creates merriment, and
 Dominates her soul,
 Disquiet and difficulty fade away,
 An age of joy will be her harbor,
 An age of love will keep her clothed,
 An age of rest will be her guest,
 Her spirit soars as sunlight washes ashore. 


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God Calms The Raging Waters


God calms the raging waters and stormy seas. He replaces life’s storms with a “gentle breeze.” He brings stability and speaks; “peace be still!” This is his purpose for you! And his will! He brings victory to the battles within… And takes away eve the darkest of sins! He is what you need! This very hour! He can do all this for you! He has the power! He is our refuge… A present help in trouble! Though the oceans shake and mountain rumble! Why not steer into his harbor of safety, during this time? You’ll find he’s patient, understanding and kind! He’s is calling you now... And knocks at your door. What In the world… Are you waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Because He Lives,

The earth moved,
Weary souls, dare to hope
God is here


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World Wide Wacky dot Leaders dot Nut

Let’s look at our wars, rebellions,
riots and disturbances
which have been burning our world up till now.
Baghdad, Jerusalem, Gaza, West Bank, Mindanao,
Ambon, Aceh and many other places in the world
have been burnt out.
So much blood has shed
Too many lives have lost in vain
What have we really been looking for?
What have we really been showing off?
Looking for an honor?
Keeping world peace?
Reaching a glory?
Winning a victory?
Showing off patriotism, nationalism?
Striving for jihad or the spirit of religion?
No. Absolutely not
We have not been doing anything of the sorts
but for our own sake only,
that is to satisfy our evil passions.
We have, of course, found nothing except
bigger and bigger hatred which spread
all around the world
We have exactly showed off nothing except
our greed to own what other people own.

Let’s look at again and again
the crashes our doings have resulted,
the chaos our actions have caused.
People, children and women who are innocent
have been killed by our bullets, missiles and bombs
Let’s ask our inner heart some questions:
Is that in a fair way to reach our world peace?
Is that in a fair way to unite our mankind?
Is that also in a fair way to affirm our humanity?
We all certainly will answer at once :
No. Absolutely not
(But of course
who is the man will plead himself his insanity …
None!
We are all in fact though.
(It is exactly we all who have become insane.)


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from father to son-

insurance policies 
laboured unto birth… 
the mythic glance 
of gentile gratification; 
the populist pariah 
sheathed sternly under glass… 
exhibited ad nauseam; 
pardoned upon the 
tandem bicycle, 
midst the callous cyclic queue…
from father to son…



Details | Rhyme | |

The True Meaning of Christmas

The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


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A Shooting Star

Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!


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A Rainy Day

A Rainy Day
Dr. James E. Martin
©May, 2013

The raindrops continue to fall,
Stirring emotions in one and all.
To some it is gloom and deep despair,
To others however it is joy everywhere.

The raindrops have a musical, pleasant sound
As the melodies with intensity abounds.
There seems no end to this moment of bliss
Soon we will reflect on all of this.

Instead of complaining about the rain
And living in your own self imposed pain,
Why not reflect on the blessing therein
And not yield to a negative spin?


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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On Golden Wings

On golden wings I go and do not know,
What treasures lie so greatly in the sky.
Questions linger on the lips;
A pink- no red, which now would be perverse-
To shatter bliss with preposterous sound!

Oh, I am bound,
Bound for light’s unspeakable truth,
So shut my mouth shall stay,
Until I may just lightly place a foot upon a cloud.


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


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THE BOOK LOVER

                                     THE BOOK LOVER

                        Some women pine for silks and pearls
                        Some shop away their hours
                        But I’ve a book-hound in my blood
                        Preferring books to flowers

                        Each page I touch With loving hand
                        I trace the print snug there
                        The whitest page grants me delight
                        The yellow brings despair

                        The old bookshops on dusty streets
                        Are storehouses of dreams
                        They guard the dancing continents
                        And trolls that bridge the streams

                         And for each story hidden there
                         Mid pages silken glories
                         An offering of bouncing tales
                         replace bland bedtime stories

                        And on this paper
                        Fine or rough
                        my fingers gently roam
                        Safely in these books I find my place--
                        And build myself a home.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Juja, Kenya


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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on peace

are you working for
peace, or waiting for peace to
materialize



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Happy New Year

As I look back upon another year gone by,
I can't help but remember the moments that changed my life:
The people, the faith that fueled this fire;
If I had to describe this year in one word: Inspired!


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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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Everyday

God works in mysterious ways.
Take the world day by day,
Live free to the change, 
Never be afraid to pray,
And smile everyday!


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Global Inequity

Let's acknowledge the reality
Of caustic global inequity
Let's look injustice in the eye
And carefully plot its demise

Let's rise ever trenchant
Unwavering and consistent
Let's lay to rest disparity
For the sake of all humanity 

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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The Great Wheel

I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold.
I'm good.  I'm bad; silly, now sad.
I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity; 
Now, no clue or true insight.

How do I shake and awaken?
Break the great seal of the wheel?
Will I ever know calmness,
Peaceful joy, and be still?

The great Law of Polarity rules my life;
Keeps me entangled in Karma, unaware of my plight.
In moments of quietness the Truth seeks me out;
Whispers the answers that banish all doubts.

There is an awareness higher than this
Where I am One with my Source;
Drifting in moments of stillness;
Confident, resting in peaceful bliss.

Captain of my soul, the truth is mine to weld.
I am anchored in ancient knowledge, 
Breathing deeply in life giving Prana,
Finally free from the oppressive wheel.

I control the frequency, the ebb and the flow
By focused thought and clarity, directing the show.
Creation is my destiny and joy its end,
No longer strapped to the unyielding spokes within.

It is only what we look for that we really see
And we can only truly see it if we believe.
Opposites appear, retreat and fade.
They are not even real; just a harmless charade.

But the truth stands fast. There's nothing to fear; it's merely Contrast.
Only consciousness remains and eternal Love that lasts.
It's the highest emotion.  It's at the top of the list.
It has no opposite, no Karma; only peace and bliss.


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SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


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In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


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The Power of Speech

It is almost one of the best kept secrets, I would say
so few know of its power, thinking it to be far far away
but this power of speech, a power which is always passed on
leaves its lasting impressions, even after you are long gone

The world we live in, created with a molecular structure 
articulating sound, our speech now meets this juncture
power of speech, although emanating from a thought
impacts on everything around us, and this we wrought

"Think good and it will be good", it's not just a saying
we really don't realize this power, our words are swaying
"think good and you will create good", is what it should be
sound created by our words lives forever, who would foresee

Think about the history of creation, the way the world came into being
G-d said, "Let there be light", having commanded, darkness began fleeing
but focus on the fact of G-d's act in His saying, which comes to inform
this power our Creator used, speech, whose power caused all to conform

So having been created in G-d's image, better to learn while we are young
our heritage as humans, life and death are really in the power of the tongue
the power to build or to destroy, stems from the power of the words we choose
we can perpetuate this light, doing good to all, rather than use it to abuse


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Buried


PAST MISTAKES .REGRETS,MISUNDERSTANDINGS,
BURIED SIX FEET DEEP.
NO,THERE WERE NO CALLING HOURS OF FLOWERS,
IT WASN'T NECESSARY FOR THE PASTOR TO RENDER A EUOLOGY.

GOING BOLDLY BEFORE THE THRONE PETITIONING JESUS
TO FORGIVE ME OF PREPETRUAL  SINS.
NO LONGER DO I HAVE THE POWER.
I COMPLETELY YIELD AUTHORITY OVER 
TO THE FATHER.......

IN A WATERY GRAVE JESUS  BURIED MY SINS
IN THE SEA OF FORGETFULNESS.......


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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Sweet Venom

One joyful swig of your ice cold ecstasy
causes electric shivers of the most unique kind
as clear venom trickles blissfully downwards
once again reassuring me soon I’ll feel sublime

Slowly liquid fire burns thru every inch of me
And that sweet heat fills my dark emptiness
My senses are dulling and I’m totally numb
One more hit of ambrosia and I’ll care even less

Losing myself in your ephemeral liquid reprieve
I find temporary peace and solace of the soul
But too soon the bloom of the ambrosia fades
sad emptiness reappears to take its infinite toll

Live in brutal reality or lost in tranquil harmony
Christ, is there even really a choice to make
Just one more sip of fiery liquid amnesia
And the cycle continues with every sip that I take

To drink or not to drink is a daily struggle
The difference between numbness or enormous pain
Yeah, I guess there really is a choice to make
Choose wrong and there will be no me left to save


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End of Ops

I am nearing the end of my journey
The path that I walk is almost done,
Over my shoulder are friends now gone?
In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear
For I am in a world where no one belongs

Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time
My finger, no more the killer and my shoulder 
Never to feel the recoil of tracers sent
I have spent too much time bringing Peace to others
It is time for peace to find me.

This letter I write to you,
for you have been my rock, and my friend through this ordeal
Your love has been the oasis that protects the candle that is my life
Whose flickering light is fragile, refusing to be extinguished
For it is entwined in my love for you, nourished by your letters
Without which, I would not care for fates demise,

On lonely patrols I am comforted by the beauty of this river, which reminds me of you
For you are my river and I am the salmon, happy to wallow in waters so blue
I traverse the waterfall that is your spirit
My strength though faltering, can still conquer these shallows of misfortune
And my courage is strong, as is my love for you

For I can still face the bears that seek to destroy us,
This old warrior has spent too much time in wars arena,
A soldier’s death I will not seek here, for my end is to be with you
To die in your arms, held safe in the spring waters that is your soul.

I am leaving this place, where friends gave so much,
Where sacrifice, and loss dwell,
Where silent widows weep.
Fate has decided, I’m coming home, coming home to a peaceful life,
To live again with you, in freedom,  my beautiful wife.


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Dusk

As the leaves fall to the ground,
I see the glowing sun slip to the horizon.
A soft wind blows with a cooling sound,
And clouds march across the skies.

The amber disk falls earthward,
Giving the clouds a heavenly glow.
The wind swirls the leaves,
Forming omens in the air.

I go to leave this scene,
I watch all that goes on,
And witness a beauty that will come again,
With every day, from dusk to dawn.


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Dear God... Clarification 1

Love is...
A Heal.thy gift… and it’s good for you too ;)


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' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 2 of 2 )


In The Middle of A Desert
From Miles Nowhere
… A Crystal Cup
Just Waiting There

Sparkle and Glints
‘Neath Sun So Large
Must Be A Miracle
or A Mirage

Inside The Cup
Is A Real Oasis
( in A Wasteland )
of All Places !

Finally, Shade !
‘Neath Green, Palm Fronds
Sweet-Water, as Well
In A Clean, Blue Pond

I Took The Cup
‘Cause I Took Note                   Luke 17: 27
And Got A Drink
For My Parched Throat

In The Midst of A Desert
Love-Cup in Hand
I’m Walking Away
… from All Quicksand !

… In The Midst of A Desert
There’s Another Cup
Someone … Somehow …
Please ! … Pick It Up !


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Cave Man

                    '" CAVE'"    =(:-)'s>>>
            --------#------#------&.....
We weren't married
  By a Pastor at Church
In-stead we were married
       In a Cave
Yes, we took our vowel's
     By me dragging
Her by her hair
   Dragging her home
           To the Cave
Like a Slave
      ------
The same Cave that we
          Bared our Cave Children
    The same Cave
The one with-out the Den
      ------
He promised to build a bigger house
But, he has been saying that....
            Since I don't know when...
      ------
But, the Cave Woman
      She loved her kitchen's nitch
That is where she cook the game
She would say...do you want it salt?
           Or plain....
      ------
Fore it took so much to cook a meal
It depend on what Cave Man father could
Either kill or steal...
      ------
He left this morning
To get him a snack
It was either a giant turtle
Or a brontosaurs
       ------
But dinner would attack'
      ------
Today, the equivalent of an BIG MAC.
      ------
But, never the least
The Big Mac did attack'
He knew with-out stake sauce
Or butter, that He would never
Get back
      ------
There is no telling how Cave Mother might...
 Act....or react!
      -----
Who ever knew how long it would take
If I could catch him
Would he taste just like stake...
Or a Slim Jim..    
  ------
We lowered it home
Took him to the house'
Either it would be him
Or would have to settle
For Mouse.
      ------
We lowered it home'
And took him last evening'
We saved the mouse...
      ------
We lowered it home
And took him in-to the house
We ate him last evening
We saved the mouse....
      ------
That Cave Woman did what
She could, fore she had four
Cave Children....
Their chances' of starving were
Good....God willing.....
      ------
That is a fact of life that was
Really understood..
      ------
She started a fire
With a stick and a rock
She put then together
      ------
The fire was hot
That brontoburgar surely
Hit the spot...
     ------
They ate what they could
And saved the rest for later
They had no refrigerator
      ------
So, they gave the rest to
The family who sat at the table
Who would eat it much later


************SEE CAVE MAN 11********
                        To be continued...




















































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The Red View

Trust me when I tell you this I do not care to know what love is I will not satisfy your need into the abyss please know I am not perfect my advice to any man is move on along to fulfill your wish I am not worthy of even simple friendship I am not sad or needing this I am merely not good enough for you to hold me not because I am mad, or bad I want people to be happy and glad I am better off as I am, besides I like things like things less dramatic


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Homely Shores

The waves carry it on
And as it swims with the current,
It drifts to unknown seas
Where danger surfaces with the surf.
But when it swims against the current,
It’s thrashed and smashed
And broken.
But it finds the way home.
It’s you.
Though castles on homely shores
Have been washed away.
 
Yet castles can be built again
And wooden logs can decay
Trees can shed their leaves and burn
While stones change shapes.
Home will be calm still
And soak you with peace that the waves washed away.  
Home will calm you
I promise.


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For My Husband

I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
 Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.

                                                                    Summer Gratias


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Smoke Rings

Smoke rings and pipe dreams
drifting through the Winter air
seeking the heavens


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Oblivious

I look around me
no one in this world see the way I see.
I live my life without worries
I live carefree
Oblivious to the world
I live in a fantasy
where no one can touch me.
All around me is moving
I stand still and dream.
Dream of a life that is unreal
or so it may seem.
Society is so unforgiving
some might say for this reason
life is not worth living.
Who cares what society believes of me
I am free to live my fantasy.
Life is so much better
when you don't realize 
how unfair this world can be.
Mothers just trying to provide and dying on the streets.
What kind of world do we live in today
This world is evil
and must change somehow someway.
So until that day
I can live my fantasy
and believe that this world is better 
than what my eyes see.


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Prayer

Those silent tears ran down again
So sure was I that they had dried
And the hollow feeling they had left
Matches no other but the one of death

So, close the casket or set  the fire
Let me not live another while
nurturing solitude with endless hope
embracing ghosts of fake smiles

Be this mind put at a final rest
All the sorrow ending at last
No struggle left to be done
Never another silent tear to run.


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Reiterate Your Liberation

I live my life
Music in one ear,
A sponge in the other

Some may say
You work, then you play.
I play while i work
And work while I play

The best lessons I learned in school
were during recess
The knowledge I cherish
is taken in, gladly.

"Work" and "play"...
Forget these words.
Replace them with another:
"Live"

The duality is all around,
in everything.
It always has been.
Your will to see it
may not have been.

Nothing is set in stone.
Regret nothing.
Turn bad decisions from your past into
a lesson learned.
A positive, better future.
You have the power,
You always have.

I live my life
music in one ear,
a sponge in the other.


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Just Smile

Serenity can be found in simplicity 
Open your mind to see clearly
Everything will be alright
Even when not visible, the sun is shining bright

I know not what comes my way,
But come whatever may.
Release your weary thoughts 
Worry not about what tomorrow has yet brought

They’re merely problems not yet overcome,
Just part of life’s rhythm 
Listen closely and you’ll hear,
Tranquility’s silence is always near

Happiness is not found in perfection,
But in the process of realizing you’re but a fraction,
A single particle in a grand scheme;
A grain of sand drifting down a careless stream.



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War on Humanity

All over the globe the number of dead are increasing
A bomb here, a bomb there, its no more surprising
Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seem to be creating havoc for the majority
None seem to be spared
In their success to spread hatred

No more shall the mind be without fear
A blast or killing could happen anywhere near
No more shall there be a welcome smile to a stranger
As the scared mind would signal a danger
No more elation at a fire cracker bursting
As the mind would say it could be a horrible bombing
If allowed to spread their sinister tentacles
The terrorists would create an unwanted spectacle

No more shall we have
The cool breeze from the wonderful seven seas
No more shall we have
The dazzling vibrant colours of the rainbow
No more shall we have 
The smell of peace from the seven continents
The hanging sword of terror shall only leave 
Barren land surrounded by repelling red blood coloured sea.

The news show sight of woman, orphaned children crying
Without a fault their innocent relatives are dying
“War against terror” !! Seems big lies
as people see only hardships, suffering and cries
All we see is the drying up of tears from their eyes
But wonder, when and how they would again start their lonely lives?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illetracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY.

I close my eyes to say a prayer to God
Give them some sense, oh lord!!
To those who have treaded on a wrong path
WAKE UP!! Stop this horrible blood bath
Please give up hatred, stop this revengeful dance
I plead, Please give peace atleast one last chance…..


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Be Still

Silent storms rage within my heart.
Be still!  Be still!
Fear to be fought;
Peace must be sought.
In stillness, Love speaks;
Bringing hope to listening ears,
Reminding weary hearts of bygone years;
     of lessons learned,
     for faithfulness earned,
     to stay the course.

Be still!   Be still!
     when silent storms rage within my heart.
Healing found in silence,
     when listening ears 
     learn to wait


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Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


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Better Days



With battles fought, the wounds endured 
these days shall pass, I am assured

The veil of winter shall lift in spring
A bird in mourning shall one day sing

But with the cloak of darkest day
comes bitter wind and skies of gray

A tidal wave to calm the sea
upon the shore, I wait for thee 

My heavy heart sinks into sand
until you come and take my hand

A promise of despair no more
to find the love I'm waiting for

A rescue from the rolling shore 
and peaceful days forevermore 


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Fervently Idolized

Humanity seeks peace;
The truth of this concealed by a tight crease…
Communion with nature loosens the fold…
Relinquishes the impediments hold…
Observing our earth gives life’s elusive mystery…
All things working together produce harmonic history…
Faithful friendship fastened firmly fractures fears frenzy…
Fear is for love, what shoes are for gloves…
Similar is there cause, one effects evolution with a pause…
The cabals control under suspension…
We the people of earth, calling forth light vibration for ascension…
Leaving the big business warden in the dark…
Will initiate igniting their prison releasing divine spark…
If you desire experiencing real sovereignty, die while alive in your body…
No longer associate who you are with beliefs or possessions…
Reversing the ancient ego split resulting spiritual regression…
I love you so I may love myself…
I love myself so I may love you…
I give the whole a holistic love commitment with such strength…
Undoubtedly increasing our spiritual length… 
 


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Anger & loss of control

Senses become ingulfed,
the sound frequencies exit my lips,
black magic pouring fourth,
in a barrage of rage and torment,
self anger, sublimation,
projected then introspected,
hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again,
lacerating our aura, it bleeds
ether and is refilled with bile,
spat in face and broken in
sob, sorrow leaking, a joy
to be speaking, the darkness
subdued by light, having survived 
another long cold night.


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Lentil Soup and Bread (Epulaeryu)

Pottage of lentil and bread Thank you Lord I’m fed With wheat, barley and flour Filled my cup this hour Overflows with grace Bless this taste Yes! ~~~~~~~ Place among 273 Semi-Finalist Total of 1034 Entries Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest March 6, 2008 ~~~~~~~


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Peace Floats On High Winds

peace floats on high winds

seeks to travel  far and wide

touches open hearts




(June 2nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


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Reason

The Reason

Faith – amid the silent rancor falls
Determined ‘neath the Son.
All’s unsheathed, revealed sterling
Bright – a sacrifice of all remorse;
All sanctity – all that is given –
For fault lies elsewhere this day: that’s a small
Succinct fact; pray more for your luck,
For your seeming retribution’s offering: the
One you give so willingly, so brightly, so
Determined in the flow where there is nowhere
Left to go; boxed in this July are you so close
To God’s intervention – he shakes the earth and
Skies to loose you from illusion from pain,
From all that remains a muddle in sound and fury;
A sudden season’s storm, in evening’s rest.
Here is where it lies: for within this strain to reign
Supreme, the arms of kings will summon still the
Summer, the wind, the leaves upon the water…
All dances now before you, before your will undone-
A sum total of all that calls to order,
All to kingdom come,
All to cast asunder,
All to be undone.


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This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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Home

 It is elevating to retrace my footsteps
 In the direction of the mountains,
 To gaze at the new fallen snow,
 To witness the glistening of icicles
 And how they form in the sun -
 In my spirit I have returned home,
 I fathom my journey at this moment,
 And it ensued into a long-lasting one.
 I appear as before in outward view,
 A few more lines, a few more pounds,
 A softened heart, I wear no mask,
 And childlike notions—I allocated—
 I outgrew.
 In my own right on a midsummer night,
 In my sentiment—mountains reminiscent of,
 My muse arising depositing poetry at task.
 By way of a pen—my contemplation
 Obtaining shape,
 My face against the wind,
 My essence engaged in words realigned,
 Together with a stillness of reason
 And spirit unconfined,
 Mysterious language assembling,
 Selected in the same way
 As a trusted friend,
 In my spirit I have returned home.


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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






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Old and wise

Pure peaks of reason,
Stand the test of the cruel time
Peaceful in the world.


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Grasping light

What do you want
What is it that you need
Forget your life envision
Let it go and feel what you bring

Whether it's wrong to them
Whether it's right for you
You're the solution to your own catastrophe
You're the problem between the black and blues

Love will find a way
Have patience, be grateful
Not dead, not hateful
Quixotically underrated, and truly alive

Occasionally in disguise
For the devil tends to come uninvited, a mere surprise
Fool yourself several times til you return again,
Be true to your future heaven, respect the angels and dont forget they ride til the end
Because when it's all over, there will be no time for debating
Negative space for contemplating

Mistakes titled space and time crumpled into a trash bin
Creating a massive black hole
Welcoming you with a familiar smile telling you to come on in
Turn your back and lift within the light
for the truth you may see isn't always true
the future is potentially bright
Like the angel Marley says
Every little thing is going to be all right
Fly away with the blue birds
Over the rainbow out of sight
They told you you amounted to nothing
And now you're controlling the light


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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


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WE

I think of the years between us and 
Little snippets of our journey floods my mind.
Life and all it's roads at times difficult

Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the
Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs- 
Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses
Always giving way to that better me, better you
Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart
Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you

Be not afraid of what s to come
Everyone is given only what he or she can bear

Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter
Our fears,  - the joy and all these years between us
Underneath it all there lies our blessing and 
Redemption in the form of this friendship

For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven"
Remember is the sweetest prayer
In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment
Even as we are wrong, we are in his light
No man can take your soul, so walk
Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
 


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when i was lost

Its been a while when i lost myself,
In the forest of darkness which seems like a hell.
I have been suffering that unbearable pain,
which is leading myself to go insane.

Trying to figure whats my mistake,
couldn't find any because truth seems fake.
world's at its best and whatever they said,
But i think I am right in decisions i made.

Now searching for brightness and looking for truth,
So I could easily forget those ruth.
And rise up again in the clear blue sky,
where happiness strikes and make me fly.

May i could follow the great real steps,
which leads me to the high upstairs.
Taking myself to the roof of freedom,
where the cold breeze gently kisses my forehead.


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Keep The Light In Sight

If I do, I hope that I Exit in the presence of Jesus Christ we go far back do he and I for his greater mercy once saved my life Five long lost years have past since then I gave my all so he forgave my sins a weary soul, crucified I hope he's holding me the day I die I tried my damndest to find the light and when I found it kept it in sight it's never left me I know I'm right come try and take it I'll end your night I look up fondly to the sky an understanding between he and I one time I asked him lend me his eyes and I saw a world left cold and dry In conversation we talk, no words he understands me when I'm most unheard think I'm absurd what are you? a higher being? still much confused You think the answer lies in your ways I think the Devil must be repaid he'll collect heavy your wasted time as you spend eternity at his side I see a servant for wickedness try to distract me one more dismissed I keep on walking through the night as I keep his spirit so well alive I wear your pride inside my skin as you race to the finish I just begin to be a soldier alone with the night nothing to warm me but his light in sight.


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Essay: Prelude to Women Walking part 2 of 2

Unfortunately as a species, we’ve advanced in our technology to the point that we 
can pack doomsday into a suitcase and send it across the world, but we haven’t 
advanced in our simple ability to get along, play nicely and share.  I once read 
that you could accurately gauge the direction and future of a society by observing 
what they are willing to do to and for the least among their members...one look 
around the world today should have all of us properly horrified!  Albert Einstein 
once said  “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World 
War IV will be fought with sticks and stones”.  I think every single soul on this 
planet should think about that statement and ask ourselves if this is what we truly 
want to create in the future, because it doesn’t have to be this way.  

Uni means One and Verse means Song...literally translated, we are all One 
Song.  What will it take for us to recognize this and begin to work together to 
produce harmony rather than the cacophony of discordant notes that we are 
currently collectively expressing.  I hope my contribution can in some way add 
value and make a positive difference in our world.


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For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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The Monastery

The Mystery of the Monastery 

in the Entity comes Sanctity

Repentance giveth to Admittance

 Cleansing of the Sensing

 To Homogenize and Energize 

Around All Periphery Leads to Epiphany

 Curing Lesions and Bringing Peace to The Regions

The Summoning of the Soul

 Giving Truth To the Worldly Toll


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Bullied

All I want to do is punch, and kick, and scream, and rip my hair, and tear at my clothes as I fall to the ground wracked

and enveloped in silent screams that have gone on deaf ears. Too afraid.

Too ashamed.

Of what?

Because of this. The past, the hairline scars

only I can see in a blazing red burning into my flesh like lava, constant. A thrumming

phantom ache.

Almost as tormenting as the ghosts of the memories, and the memories I’ve changed to better suit me, and their remains. 

Like a frankenstein and whispering in my ringing ear all the things that my silence drowns out. - Peace.

Not today but eventually cease,

something to change to drown out the - Peace.

Not in the virtuous hold but in the gratuitous embrace of a chance to see - Peace.

To not think because I don’t want those dangerous daggers piercing behind my eyes

and through  my skull. Thinking stops. 

Though gaping wounds and hairline fractures

blazing in red to my own eyes fester, the chance to open the cracks so to let it out.

Cleanse my wounds and let them scar over in a blazing red, as if to say

“I have survived”


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Life

For every tear that falls
For every heart that breaks
For every melody that's sung
For every instrument played
For every sad thought
For every moment lost
For every forgotten anniversary
For every I'm sorry
For every mistake
For every love that's lost
There is always tomorrow
To make up for yesterday


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Compromise is Noblity Set

Behold compromise and contention
Release the dark hold of grudged spirits
One mustn't underestimate our inner powers
That the healing of hatred acquires
Bearing strength in a shell of perception
Demodulating spiritual frequencies to our universe
Adding Nobility to clarify such wisdom 
To compromise our learned perceptions
Is noble indeed…
…attaining high moral principles one needs~


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Ignorance Is not a friend

Adolescents gallivant the street in glee

they sing and shout enjoying freedom they never accounted for

knowing not the pain the ones before suffered so they may gain

Ignorant of the blood stained walls they pass as they happily walk

 

Their noise makes the streets come alive in the night

It disguises the cry of the meek to howls of joy

it silences the death rattle of the woman suffering at the hands of the beast for he still roams the streets

its tranquil in ignorance that covers the deceit of the man standing at the alter preaching

 

the one who hears the desires of the afflicted has gone to sleep

he sees us not for the fire that was once ablaze is extinguished

this treacherous sin is the wax that has covered the ears of the creator

darkness roams where light once was for evil prevails when the good cease to do good

 

behind closed doors his monstrous hands daily caress her body

everyone hears her cry yet hide behind their fingers and choose not to fight

a hero to many is a villain with no mercy

only the foreigner objects to this inhuman behavior

 

a heroine walks in to save the day for she is a purposeful trailblazer

a breath of fresh air that tangles the cobwebs that lay

troubles the stagnant waters that the nostalgic thought to be bliss

uncovers the hidden and frees her from captivating and enlightens the world on the wrong of the situation

 

A new generation rises to take their place

its a choice well all should make or drown on a trance to a dismal fate

its either we stare in ignorance or end the cycle of abuse

fight the scourge that has prevailed before

YOUTH WHERE ART THOU? THE TIME IS NOW! STAND UP AND FIGHT

Ignorance is not a friend!


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illusions of reality

compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.


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WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


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To cease wild winds

How long will it take For your vehemence to cease Like the wild winds that destroy, That won't let in peace? Everyone wants peace Yet in the air are echos Of threats against another And I came to see That it isn't you, it is I For I have not searched your heart I assumed falsely. And I see my words Were based on my own viewpoint And fed you a cold spoonful And I left you hurt. "Let there be peace on earth And let it begin with me." By CarolineCécile © 03.29.12


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America

America

A  llegiance
M  orality
E  xcellence
R  espect
I   ntegrity
C  aring
A  merica

These are the foundations of who we are
The events of history that have occurred have served to define us as a people 
And a nation !!!
Heroes were born of this tragedy 
And lost...
While showing the finest example of America 
Strength, honor and commitment 
What we are about 
We shall never fall 
We shall never fail
The unity of this nation is unbreakable 

Eric (and sometimes not)


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Quickening

Vibration stimulation creates molecular transformation… Our universe speaks vibrational sound… Discover your universe name within your ears going round and round… Simplicity within synchronicity guiding me through my infinite multiplicity… Mental confusion the ingrained crime… Leaving us empty; Doing time… Doing time… Doing time… My emancipation from the illusion of confusion flows through me with spirit fused rhyme… Blasting through the blockade, divine frequencies our allied aid… Medicinal cure for low vibration addiction… Imagine living your grandest vision… Living with purpose, breathe your intention… This mind is not our real identity… Delve within discover your divinity… Living from the heart manifests godness human behavior… No longer hoping for our world saving savior…


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Reality of the psyche (The 4th Dream)

Barely conscious, you rise
Examine surroundings, take it in.
Elaborate colors, high emotions
Come to me, follow my voice.
Take it in

Rise again
Satisfy your hunger
Appreciation must be had
Progression can't be bad...
Take it all in

Secrete your thoughts
be not afraid to express.
Reside your doubts,
improve your faults.
Progression will be had

Simplicity
Divinity
What does this mean to you?
Realization.
Exploration.
Take it in,
all in.

Positivity is essential
Negativity will prevent you
So rise,
Rise,
Rise again.

Take it all in.


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Row, Row, Your Boat

Same old places,
 sad, empty faces
  yet another lifetime alone
   love is just gone

Downward stares
 lonesome and scared
  void is all that's left
   were life once was kept

Reap my soul before I wake
 It's just a joke, it's all fake
  Life but a dream, no boat to row
   If I could just change the world, more love would show.


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Simplicity

Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
 
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever your life, whether big or small.
 
But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe –
a stretch, expanse of enchantment
where time slips through your fingers too fast
and magic feels true in our hearts.
 
To say that life is all about stretching your legs,
petting a dog as it lies beside you
and together you watch the rain;
as you hear crickets chirping through the storm,
life always going on,
is laughably absurd.
 
And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed,
moments of quiet contemplation
of all that lies ahead and behind;
in this, I find peace.
 
Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve;
sometimes we must simply listen to the rain
and smile at the crickets.


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Alone at Last

Swimming frantically in blistering sun
I finally reach an island’s sandy shore
Fear faded; I realized life had just begun
A tropical retreat with coconuts and more

There was little chance to explore
As the sun faded and a full moon rose
“Déjà vu,” I thought.  “I have been here before.”
But only in dreams did such splendor expose

I shed my clothes, lying in crystal sand
Far from city lights, the Milky Way appeared
Great peace I found in this star-brushed band
I strolled the moonlit shore; ‘mongst winding inlets I steered

Palm trees shrugged gently in the southern breeze
And I felt great joy in knowing I was here alone
This moment in time I wanted to freeze
No TVs, computers or even cell phones

I’d never known the peace of solitude
A castaway’s life seemed perfect for me
At times the key is in how things are viewed
And somehow I knew the best was yet to be



*For Gail Doyle’s “A Tropical Theme Under the Moonlight” contest
by Carolyn Devonshire


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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


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Through

calm under calm
sky through water
moon over moon


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Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


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Finding Radiance


I stole away in the vast moonlight
   To the whispers of the darkened night
The glow was so beguiling it took my breath away
   Comforted by its loveliness it beckoned me to stay 

I felt such happiness in that hour - so blessed
   Of joy and hope and bliss, my heart accepted rest
I stood proud and tall in the calm, peaceful light
   My soul, my spirit free- I soared in lovely flight 

I came back home to lay my weary head
   In my darkened room I laid upon my bed
Just outside my window...
   I saw the moon smiling in the sky
It took me a moment to realize...
   Just how good it felt to fly


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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


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Fight.Be.

Fight for what you love,
For what's right,
For what you believe in.
Just fight.

Believe in what you want.
Believe in who you are.
Believe in prayer,
And in wishes on stars.

Pray about mistakes.
Pray for what you need.
Pray for those you love.
Pray in faith, not in greed.

Love those in your life.
Love the little things.
Love your tribulations,
Because they help you get your dreams.

Dream with faith behind them.
Dream without inhibitions.
Accomplished dreams are celebrations.
Dream as high as the stars you wish on.

Celebrate each moment.
Celebrate each year,
With joy and with laughter,
Some emotion and some tears.

Laugh without limitations.
Laugh at those trying to hold you back.
Laugh and learn to move on.
Laugh like you don't know how to act.

Learn to move on from your mistakes.
Learn to persevere and be strong.
Learn to listen and inspire.
Learn to pick yourself up and keep on.

Inspire yourself.
Inspire those around you.
Be inspired by the life you see.
Put inspiration in everything you do.

Live without any regrets.
Live with a smile on your face.
Live with pride in what you're doing,
And not with other people's disgrace.

Do what you believe in.
Do what you feel is best.
Do what you have to to become who you want to be.
Do you and don't worry about the rest.

Be someone you can respect.
Be happy when you see your reflection.
Be strong when no one else is.
Be unafraid when the time comes for action.


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' Humble - Pie ... ' 21st Senryu

‘ Humble-Pie … ’    21st Senryu



     Bluebird asks, the Dove
‘Who Bakes It and Where, Because …
       Humble-Pie Is Good



(A Good-Reminder for Me … 
The MoonBee – Smile)
May God Bless Everybody


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Apologeticsick

I'm sick and tired
of apologizing for who I am
whether or not I offended someone,
I don't want to be hated.
it seems as almost as if to be hated
is like being banished to Antartica
where the cold cuts through your bones, such a painful winter

What have I become
like a beaten down dog I
put my head down, slither away from confrontation
I used to be fun...

I used to have spunk.

Compliments have become insincere and wrong
because the way the mirror's light bends across my waist, has become something I hate my self 
doubts blinded my eyes from what's staring me right in my face

This is who I am, I'll grab my shadow from my past before the day when it's entirely gone
I'm going to yank myself up like a marionnette
Hold my head high, and defend my honour from those who try to disgrace it
splash cold water across my face to wash away my cynical beliefs
stare into the looking glass and be proud of me


Details | I do not know? | |

She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





Details | Concrete | |

In the treachery

...In the treachery of the unkind...

...With a willingness to find...

...All wrongs to the left...

...The calculated claw...
...in the darkest sanctuary...

...confused drenched in toxic waste...

...The strive explore to capture...

...Neath ones' crippled rhetoric...

...reason hibernates...

...understanding accepts...

...belligerent stray...

... Oppression set free...

Like winged bird... harnessed with new song...

...In the treachery...

...Neath sky echo...

...Left some where in the blue...

...Way behind...

...Way beyond...

...Neath sky echo...

  


Details | Free verse | |

Warmth of Mother's Womb

Wrapped within the morning I lie alone Far away As most days I often do All but the minds eye Is undercover closed Clinging to empty linen And then, unconscious folds Form to dreams of meditation And then I feel you Lying so very close The day continues collapsing in As every second to minute goes And so I bury myself further, deeper Thinking less and less, just being, sensing Into deja vu Struck by an unawareness Of the naissances soon Or what conscience shall remember Beneath old famaliar comforter Can it be, the warmth of mother's womb


Details | Free verse | |

Agua Marina

A shade of purity, but with a hint of notoriety. Deceptive but innocently, Aquamarine, like you, I live up to be. Peace you may bear, but chaos I can bare. Clear blue eyes, virtuously hiding lies.


Details | Free verse | |

A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


Details | Ballad | |

Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009



Details | Rhyme | |

Placid Cognizance

The mind which is still…. Experiences all frequencies; however never owns ill… The mind which is still… Desires absent from requires; needless plus abundant using will… The Mind which is still… Reasons through four seasons; emanating love, warming lower mind chills… The mind which is still… Discovers great power within its life flower; creating enthusiastic celebration thrills… The mind which is still… Flowing; releases and ceases attaching to imagined poisoned pills… The mind which is still… Knowing as well as showing; the present moment is truly free just like country hills…


Details | I do not know? | |

Meditation

So passively life still goes on
As though the night was never dawn
Still when I sleep and as I cry
The tears could never know the night

Incessant babble, endless silence
Drives the dawn into its end
Endless ends, life's fraying cord
Tenses but to quickly rend

All of emotion is lost in the waves
All of my feeling surrenders its fray

To be alone, to be alone
To lose my tears within the page
To be alone, to be alone
To feel the moments lose their age

Rapture, bliss, eternity
The end of all existence
To be alone, to see clearly
Eyes blurred with tears of distance


Details | Rhyme | |

Whatever You Wish For Or Would Like To Be


Whatever you wish for, or would like to be…
There’s a God in heaven,
 who loves you and me!

Whatever you desire or would like to obtain!
You can find all that you need!
 In Jesus’ name!

Whatever you may desire to seek “fulfillment.”
Only Christ’ love, can bring 
total enrichment!

Whatever you may hear on the morning news.
With God in control…  
You’ll never lose!

Whatever you’re facing, and trials ahead…
Jesus can sustain you! 
With his daily bread!

Whatever choices you make… 
Please keep this in mind…
Why not give your life to God?.  
While you have the time?

Whatever tomorrow may hold.  
Nobody knows!
But God does! And he has it under control!

Whatever dreams you have… 
And ambitions within…
God wants to give you his best! 
 Why not come to him???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Senryu | |

' Generous Words ... ' 18th Senryu

‘ Generous Words … ’   18th Senryu



      Love … is A Give-Word
   God … is A Generous Word
       Forgive … Says It All


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

Leaves fall down

Leaves fall down
-	To the barren ground
Winter sails inward
Wind blows fierce


Alone on a hillside
-	Majestic, at peace
Stands the tree in all beauty
Without any leaves


No thought, plans, or worries
-	No stress or woe
No shame, darkness, or pity
“To be” is all it knows


The lessons to be learned 
-	 Every day, every hour
From nature’s calm acceptance
To relinquish hope for power


We are one with the universe
-	No beginning and no end
We are all here in this together
Flora, fauna, Father, friend 





Written by Leah Chesser 
11/27/2012



Details | I do not know? | |

If Wishes Were Horses

If wishes were horses than beggars might ride,

 Then men would not intend to be like lions, vanquishing another's pride,

 If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, 

Then men, would be the Emperor penguin, braving the winter's cold, to stand by his hatchlings side,

 If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, 

Then sin, would vanish in the wind, crushed by eagles talons as they fly, 

If wishes were horses than beggars might ride,

 Then men would be heaven sent and the violence would subside.


Details | Couplet | |

After Drowning

When I found the perfect pebble
after looking all day long
I turned it over in my hands 
with reverence like a psalm

 Rolling roughly  down the river
it had changed it's power surge
no longer forcing fate along
it learned instead to merge.

I had in mind a painted weight
to hold my poems down,
covered all in daisies or flying fish
or clowns,

But time stood still upon my face
a oneness filled the air
I knew it must not leave this place
and so I left it there.



Details | Blank verse | |

Soul mate Souldiers

Wrap me up in rainbows
Compact and stuff me in your duffel bag
Travel with me to parts unknown
Scale mountain peaks and valleys
When you’ve reached the summit
Insert your flag of wisdom
And proclaim the new found “wonder”
Show me beauties, unroll me downhill
Sail down in the redness of love
Without fear of carpet burns
Do that, then join my side
Place warmth of trusting hands
and bleeding hearts firmly into mine
Into minds
We’ll climb the stairway back up to heaven
Together as one…


Details | Free verse | |

Willow

Weeping Willow tree, 
wave gently over me, 
hide me from the breeze.

I wish to serve cake, peppermint tea, 
Delighted you munch so happily 
no other place, I would rather be..
then sheltered in wispy custody.


Details | Free verse | |

FEATHER LIGHT

FEATHER LIGHT

a white feather floated in the air

as the subtle breeze lifted it high

single plumage of a gracious dove

perchance….

an angels wing had left a beloved emblem

feathered precious treasure of divine light


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Poem

The winter leaves stick to the ground,
Frozen in obscurity, beneath the ice.
As birds begin to sing their songs
I take a sip of coffee.

Covering the solid earth, ice,
As new as the lasting snowstorm
Of every winter, appears fresh
As grass blades and thorns in summer.


Details | Rhyme | |

Change

If I could change the world
With just a simple wave
I'd start with mental poverty
Free all those enslaved

I'd rid the world of malice
Put an end to human greed
I'd lay to rest intrinsic evil
Peace this world would see

I'd revive the tortured souls
And mend the broken spirits
Replace spite with kindness
Transform all the bigots

There'd be no such thing
As murder or victimization
There'd be global unity
One indivisable nation

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Une Douleur Exquise

I have never seen such a face, not in my most perfect of dreams
To look upon you would be the purest of masochistic pleasures…

I beg of you, be the death of me!

Destroy me!

 

Self-aware, I cannot understand what is behind our paths intertwined
What a cruel mistake fate has made, to bring you into my existence…

Yet, here I am!

Here you are!

 

If it were only your face, had the artist only perfected your portrait
If you were nothing more than a vision, still you’d…

shine in the darkest of nights!
Silence the loudest of sounds!

 

Your mind, your words, every action creates a chaotic stillness inside me
I fear I could lose myself in your flawless existence…

I can only taint it!

I am only poison!

 

I have now seen such a face, often in my most perfect of dreams
I have looked upon you, felt the purest of masochistic pleasures…

You have been the death of me!

Destroyed me!


Details | Rhyme | |

Towards Maturity

Within my life much,
if not most of my time been spent
and as time makes no delay
I make haste for where my joy went.
I look back, so not forgotten
all the things that shaped me so,
try to make most of the present
but the future its fruits to show.

I guess I could complain
but then who's ascribed the blame?
surely I had to decide
where to go from where I came.
I've not always done whats best
but refute any regret,
looking forward to what may
cross my path and still be met.

Many questions still to be,
many answer's still unsought
but in all uncertainty,
only hope my eye has caught.
Since I am not the worst off
nor even close to best,
I am not closest to failing
and much further can I press.
seeking way to better me
and to live my life in truth
I now put my trust in God
who has known me b'fore youth.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wandering Soul

Over hills I walk,
All tongues I talk.
Rivers I crossed,
Pennies I tossed.
and Life goes on.

With women I slept,
Streams of tears I wept.
Silken robes I wore,
Innocent hearts I tore.
and Life goes on.

Every corner I went,
Till my back was bent.
With every sun I watched,
A stick my hand clutched.
and Life goes on


Details | I do not know? | |

Never

Inner peace and harmony 
Inner peace tonight 

Still, the solace of my mind 
Still, the love that I can't find 
Lost, the madness of my life 
To inner peace and light 

Still, the stirring of emotion 
Still, the tumult of the ocean 
Bliss, the perfect harmony 
That life now seems to me 

Still, the tears upon my eye 
Still, the joy that makes me cry 
Gone, the unsurmounted bars 
Lost forever in the stars 

Still, the solace of my soul 
Still, the loss that makes me whole 
Blank, the tumult of my mind 
Gone, the sadness of my life 

All is still. All is still 
Lights are in the distance 
I am still, on this hill 
Nothing stirs resistance 
All alone. All alone 
I'm all alone this time 

Still, the cadence of my joy 
Still, the hurt that can't destroy 
Still, the frost upon my breath 
God, can this be death? 

All alone. All alone 
I'm all alone this time


Details | Rhyme | |

Intrinsic Zion

Within your love temple, our pure passion is known… Within your love temple our, seeds of desire are grown… Within your love temple, wisdom of silent stillness is shown… Within your love temple, I can taste your presence… Within your love temple, oneness is our energy essence… Within your love temple, gained knowledge of thoughts creative relevance… Within your love temple, empowerment comes from the implicate truth… Within your love temple, healing hurting perspective, systematically savagely soured during youth… Within your love temple humanity releases suppressed rage… Within your love temple, rebirthing freeing from instilled fears cage… Within your love temple we turn the new chapter’s page… Embracing one another in love, manifesting the golden age…


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus


Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus! It seems like many are influenced by the polls of the day. So many are curious as to what others say. Things that seemed of value, not too many years ago. Have changed the very heart Of this country’s soul. Respect for each other and God has often changed. As the “moral fabric” of this nation is being “rearranged.” A desire to serve God, many feel doesn't belong. Many can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. In spite of what many have tried to achieve. They often don’t really know what they believe. Too often, Godly morals are turned “upside down.” Encouraging a tide of evil, that can easily be found. There’s a lot of heartache happening all over this land. As many are confused and really don’t understand! Our only hope and true solution is God alone! We need to invite him in to our hearts and home! He is what’s needed in the uncertainly ahead. He is our living water and our daily bread! His principles of truth need to be our way of living! His life for our sin and failures, is what he’s giving! Please come Lord Jesus! And accept this invitation! Only you can heal and restore our great nation! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Romanticism | |

Faith

                                    

I am thrown into the open air
with faith that I will be caught  
I eat the delicious food served
with faith that poison exists not
I live in this small world
with faith that I am secure
I learn many things
with faith that I will remain pure
 I board an airplane, to venture  someplace
with faith on the pilot, that I shall reach
I sit in the class, full attention
with faith that wisdom, the teacher shall teach
I ride the boat of truth, in the river of life
with faith that He shall row
I hold a tight grip on God's hand
with faith that he will never let go.


Details | I do not know? | |

Experience

One spark and down we fall
Into the memory of dark despair
One word, and there is all
The helplessness of all we dare

Can I lie
To shield myself from pain
Can I try
To drown memory's stain
In tears, in lies, in grief
In all the sameness of the human cry?

Oh, how am I to purge my mind
Back to the bliss of neverness?
How am I to tell a lie
Until I can't remember this?
Can I even try to deny myself experience?

Rain beats down against the window-pane
As my soul cries tears at memory's sweet stain
Existence is all that I know
Oh who am I to stem the flow
Of grief, the inner tide that yet defies the lie of innocence

But what is bliss?
'Tis innocence
To never know
Oh never let me know myself for what I am
All Truth revealed could never dam
The tide of yearning, not for who I am, but who I was before I knew what it could be to know
Would that my soul could flow back into what it was!


Details | I do not know? | |

In Our Own Galaxy

We walked to a place far away.

 

A new galaxy of passion and spirituality.

 

He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth.

 

He made the moon our mirror of life.

 

He gave me everything I never dreamed.

 

It was larger than imagination.

 

No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions.

 

Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love.

 

Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed.

 

Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece.

 

Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas.

 

I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm.

 

He made me feel superhuman.

 

I too revisited his soul the same.

 

We deceived pain. We sustained.

 

We made what is so complex, plain.

 

And the heavens will still ordain.

 

See we can never stop the rain.

 

But we can reach the clouds.

 

Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground.

 

But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light.

 

To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight.

 

We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty?

 

But he made it all possible in our own galaxy.

 

See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations.

 

Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication.

 

He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit.

 

How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it.

 

Cause its been said "Ye are all gods."

 

And in our galaxy, we reign supreme.

 

Against all odds!


Details | I do not know? | |

Delusions of a phantom life

I wont lose a moments sleep over the loss of you,
I will not miss the broken promises shattered dreams and lies,
You took my heart on a journey that left me homeless,
Root-bound, empty,
I was given over by the luster the sparkle in your eyes,
But now I see you for what you really are…..

My false self, my brokenness, my twisted world view,
The whispered doubt in the ears of a child,
No longer have you sway over me,
I have been convinced of the truth seen in the eyes of forgivness,
The door to the hidden places kicked down by fierce Love,
I am free, I am free, I am free.
Now you flee, now you flee, now you flee,
Your not me, your not me, your not me, 
But the delusion’s of a phantom life,



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

In the Time it Takes

In the time it takes scrawl these lines…
Many new poems will be written
Many lovers will be smitten 
Many a heart will be broken
Many a first word will be spoken

In the time it takes to compose this poem…
Many tragedies will occur on earth
Many bawling babies will be birthed
Many creatures will become extinct
Many a human will be linked

In the time it takes to write some muse…
Many a celebrations will take place
Many stars will collide in space
Many discoveries will come to light
Many a soldier will stand and fight

In the time it takes to form some prose…
Many a loss will be deeply felt
Many a hardship will be sorely dealt
Many a soul will be sweetly charmed
Many a victim will be grievously harmed

In the time it takes to scribe this rhyme…
Many innocents will be raped or abused
Many psyches will be battered and bruised
Many minds will become afflicted
Many youths will become addicted

In the time it takes to write some verse…
Many a life will have reached the end
Many a person will have lost a friend
Many hopes and dreams will be destroyed
Many troops will have been deployed

In the time it takes to read these words…
Many lives will be saved or healed
Many truths or lies will be revealed
Many starving children will surely die
And so many people won’t hear them cry



Details | I do not know? | |

To Seek Results We Must First Find Them

We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes. 

Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort?

Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell.

A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well.

Pledging allegiance to a rainbow flag that you won't even help stand.

Its a shame. But no one will say that they are the ones to blame.

They rather look down upon, frown upon. Rather act as if they are above when it's ground level 
we all stand upon.

Have the nerve to denounce flamboyance, but we all are demanding equality.

Disgraceful barrels of arrogant oil is what overflows in the seas of our poor qualities.

You say you want to be able to marry, but you won't even tell someone you have an STD.

Yet you want the lawmakers to believe, that we can conduct ourselves as civil human beings.

I often find myself breaking down to my knees to pray, then left without words to say.

Left in a disarray. For we all need to be saved.

We say politicians are our enemies, but we should start examining within.

Start with yourself, with your surroundings, realize the definition of real friends.

In our community that word makes my soul cringe.

And that should not be. So how do we expect to have the world acknowledge our harmony?

When there is none really there to see.

Before we can get others involved, we have to invoke the power to reconstruct our OWN unity.


Details | Acrostic | |

Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary

Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary

Pink bubble-gum lip gloss is my signature smack and my best plan of attack.

Italian pumps of the best design prop up my gams, 
making them look as if I ran lots of laps that day.

Nights of tango and salsa lessons give me the smoothest moves and 
have the fellows asking me for more time on the dance floor.

Kudos the same fellows give me, for being so mellow and easy to get 
along with when we’re out on a date.


Full of fun and laughter is what my friends and family all say about me, 
they say that’s my best trait.

Learning how to lay back and enjoy the ride of life on the lazy river 
is a great thing to enjoy each summer and all throughout life, too 
much passes me by if I don’t take time to enjoy my life.

Opening my heart and my mind to people who are near and dear to me; 
learning to always be present with those who are so special to me.

Showing those I love, how special they are by expressing to them 
how much I love them and how essential they are to my life and 
how much joy they bring to my life.

Spontaneously choosing the best moments to express my sexuality 
with my soul mate seductively with a simple wink of the eye or the bat 
of an eyelash is imperative to keeping our passion ever flowing.

This poem was inspired by Shirley Harrison’s Poem Candy Floss,



Details | Didactic | |

Humanity

Without humanity
we am just a hopeless entity
it seems a ubiquity,
yet possessed by minority.

It is my cognition
or just my superstition,
humanity- the nutrition
for our perfect vision
of human existence.

Of major importance
is keeping harmony and balance
in life among humans,
happiness: the substance;

Humanity:
the integrity
of heart and mentality,
thought and ability,
spirit and physicality
in every live entity,

Humanity as a conception
of no deception:
truth above all-
lie is the infection,
follow the right direction:
the one leads to perfection,
sincerity- the only protection,
wisdom and joy- the destination.

One of world's creation-
the human nation:
be in good relation
with Mother Nature's minion
fulfill thy obligation,
be human as a whole
and in separation.

Use imagination
to catch the abstraction,
it is humanity
that shall guide thy action.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rolling Back To Moss

It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brew.

In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel
counting the bars of its serenading calm
as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal
for something more than willing victims choose
and fans condemn themselves to breeze.

It’s nothing, but its something, and tired hope
endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish.
The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote
and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need
the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed.

A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night
bringing blessings not condemned to wane,
flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight
bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name,
all that’s true would only call itself “Increase”.

The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings
though all condensed and jealous of the Fall,
epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing
and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely -
what delicate work! When love begins it’s sigh

far from where it once stood burning, a lush
constraint remains where freedom’s glove is lost
walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush
and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease
and Love will change to tear, rolling back to moss.

The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp,
what jealous combination, what charisma!
That together in a different stage marriage would outlast
the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery
driving metal into hearts of soft enigma.

Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays
safely tucked inside Betrayal’s chamber;
Reason roots itself in the soil of Love’s eternal fun.
Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger,
can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun.

The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret
ringed in haloed words of beauty’s whispered tale.
The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall
to enter communion’s sweet redeeming place…. 
Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all.

Copyright. 2009. JLM.


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dented and painted

dismissively lined as "dented and painted"
protesting violence and raping of women 
those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted
can we turn another cheek and forgive them?

to relate to another with an iron-bar
to relate to another with utter disdain
to relate to another without human care
is this the civility we wish to attain?

you who are better, more worthy than other
you who are truer, in eyes of your god 
you with blood bluer than natural mother
might discern that it's you, who is flawed

sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest
that you're no better than the rest with
casting of glances from eyes that detest
superimposed superiority is but a myth

want and ignorance are alive and strong
in all nations, so in all the world today
actually, it's been that way - all along
if we wish to civilize we must go all the way

and speak for every individual that spins
on this ball of rock that we call our home
to evolve higher form we must be, in the end
and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown

© Goode Guy 2012-12-29

http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/28/168224273/victim-of-brutal-rape-in-india-dies-in-singapore-hospital?ft=1&f=1001
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/28/168185857/india-gang-rape-update
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/22/167879878/unprecedented-public-rage-over-gang-rape-in-india


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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


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Colors In Life

Colors In Life


Color in life mingle in mind
Forming patterns of thought around
As though being revealed to my soul
In couplets of intoxicated verses

The mysteries began to shatter
The believes began to shatter
For it had the vigor to shatter the world

The seamless patters muse me the whole night
While my eyes were drowned in dreams
The book resurrected itself to light
While the seekers stir awry in rustic realms

The knowledge was bestowed to mankind
While the man was busy to mangle it
Couplets flow in the vine cup again
Intoxicating the atmosphere around

Some definite
Some obscure
Some meaningful
Some insane

The colors dissolved in each other
Sacrificing in the evolution of time
For they have the keys to knowledge

To raise mankind to pinnacle of love
Or
Crumble his existence to dust.


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Artificial Sadness

Impure bodies
drenched in artificial sadness,
the clock's ticking
coincides with each heartbeat.
Lies, deceit,
carelessness.
When will the world realize
that compassion heals war's wounds?
Compassion, not solely to fellow man,
but to all living creatures.
Peace imprints its path
on the weather-worn landscape.
All we must do, is 
learn to follow it.


Details | Lyric | |

Solitary man

Solitary man.

I’ll walk the line and do the things I must
But I’ll be me and I never will be trussed
By the bonds of all that fools banality
That keeps a man held down in misery.

Expectations gone I’d be a friend
Someone to trust and share until the end
But don’t you ever turn me into you
 Cause I am me in everything I do.

I’ll walk alone and do the things I do
And to myself I’ll try hard to be true
I’ll dance my dance the way I only can
And I’ll live my life the solitary man.

Yes you may laugh and think me but a fool
As you succumb to all those boring rules
But I’ll be me my mind uncluttered, free
As a man alone I’ll meet my destiny.


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Lady Vice

That smell, there ain' quite nothin' like it.
Not an aroma on gods green earth so intoxicating,
it has taken me on a roller-coaster ride;
through love,
through hate,
heaven and hell,
past and present.
Toxic to every ounce of my being-
yet life without it does not exist, could not exist
-it infuses within me, setting the wheels of my mind
in motion.
It only takes a moment for all I know;
about right,
about wrong,
to dissolve into pure impulse.
There is faux euphoria inside us all.
The memories wash over me,
wave after wave they hit.
I am broken,
drowning amidst the stormy seas of nostalgia,
down the bottom of a bottle.
With every mouthful I sink deeper,
I'm being suffocated by the love of my life tonight,
and,
I'm loving every breathless second.


Details | Lyric | |

As I hear peace ring

Although the day is snowy and cold
Although the day is windy and bold
Although the streets are icy I’m told

I hear not a thing
As I only hear peace ring
Peace whispers saying barley a thing
As I silently smile to it’s warm tones as it sings

The day seems as night for it is so dark outside
Uninviting so cruel and not willing to hide
Never ending darkness it seems is all this day brings
Clear visions approach bringing the light
As I hear peace ring

Forgiveness to this day
As I hear the bells say
Ringing for peace and a brighter day.


Details | Haiku | |

Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage

Tired feet walk far;

many moons on our journey,

lifetime trip for all.


Details | Haiku | |

Nature

Tranquil and serene
Nature is God's handy work
A poets' kingdom.


Details | Rhyme | |

Insomnia

Emotions turmoil and bubble outa control
Timeless minutes devour me whole
Caged inside longing to be free
In fear of what becomes me
Poster child for being alone
Nights wondering who I can phone
Spitting image of self denial
Staring at the numbers I wish to dial
Haunted house cowering inside
Mirrors reflection filled with lies
Hands choking the sites I see
Demons chattering laughing with glee
Voices protrude and vibrate my inner drum
Darkness grows like I have a green thumb
Flying carpets take me away
Please let me sleep and end this long day 
 


Details | Senryu | |

20-20

The eye in the sky
Is clouded with cataracts
But I see just fine.


Details | Free verse | |

Slow Down

listen to the sound of the rushing world,
wonder what you'd hear if we all slowed down
a minute of an hour a second in a day 
Instead if speeding our lives away
What happens if we listen to a voice that is unheard
Would that make us different or just a bit absurd
Words are the music and in what we say
Do we still wish our lives away
Tomorrow would you slow down just for a second chance
To love someone you left behind to give them one last glance
And if you saw a gravestone of someone you held dear
Would you stop just for a second and shed a single tear
In the sounds of all the speed
Will we lose the truth that we all need
In a silence we all stare 
attending what was really there
In the hopeless hope is found
Making loud yet subtle sounds
In the future let me know
What would you do in bleeding snow
Stop and help the one you loved
Or flee the scene as an injured dove
In the furry of the fight with what is left will it be flight
Tomorrow would you stop and stare if blood washed down
Painted walls and streets around
And if you new the causer of would you wash your hands with the blood
Or would you run to a place of gold a secret place you still behold
A place where children frolic and play
A place where speed is left where it lay
A place of new adventure here
A place where newcomers all draw near
Listen to the sound of the rushing world
Would you listen or just be absurd
In what you hear does music play
Think of what it would be today
In a place where speed was left to lay
No more rushing through our life
In peace we call it calm without strife
Tomorrow may be different or just another dream
But this is the part where we place all the seams
And in a subtle laughter we may all feel absurd
But in the distant future this will be a different world.




Details | Free verse | |

At World's End

At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.


Details | Free verse | |

Divine Effervescence

I have been tempted, acting upon lust…
I have walked with patience while dancing in trust…
Inspiration from the goddess propels my divine thrust…
Surrendered;
I have discovered a light that can cleanse like warm rain...   
It’s clear to me now; this life of love is the main...  
She speaks in my ear;
“ I shall fill you with joy, so you shall stay with this plane...
Within this sweet gift, much knowledge will be gained”...
Unlock this power; my mission to attain…
I am ascending; this human immortal unveiled…
Forthcoming Fearless centered courageous complete…
Walking through infinity as human divinity…
The diligent love beauty energy athlete…
I arrive within your inner sanctum; naked, vulnerable, still, at ease…
Your breathe wind brings me enchantment; pleasure your collective natural essence…
This being swooned with understanding our elemental connection…
Your authenticity lying beyond propensity…
Creating perfection just as the sun creates sun rays….


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heaven's lullaby

soaring high and free
guided by the glow of the sun
beauty swirls gracefully..

the sky is her stage
clouds dancing, birds singing
life thrives below her..

she was created by love
ten tiny fingers
ten tiny toes..

her blue eyes sparkled
with wisdom and truth
far beyond her tender age..

innocent and pure
she radiated strength
her touch sheer magic..

she knew no words
feelings heartfelt
with her smile, her giggle..

her spirit was strong
she fought with courage
as only a wee one knows how..

as the sun's illuminating glow
gave life through its essence
her fragile body sought peace..

heaven's lullaby
beckoned her precious soul..

heaven's lullaby
now her sweet song of peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

My life My choice

19th February 2012.


I live not by chance but by my choice, I live my way and rejoice. I live not by making excuses but by changes, For this I need mind processes never to compromise but always rearrange. I live to be useful and not to be used, Or be abused, accused, overused or underused. I live for my life to be motivated and not manipulated, Driving life myself to be stirred and enthused. I live to excel and not to compete, And live my life without conceit. I live only to listen to my inner voice& live my life by my choice , Only on my terms and my choice.


Details | Rhyme | |

Help From Above

I want to write, but nothing comes to mind.
So I'll just start to scribble and see what I can find.
For journeys start with a single step, and now I'm on my way.
To where I go, I never know, it's just another day.

I believe there are spirits that led me on.
They lay me down at night and raise me at dawn.
Trusting them is never easy, few of us ever do.
But they're there right from the very start.
And they'll be there when we're through.

So let their kindness calm your fears. 
And just knowing that they are there dry your tears.
For inner peace can overcome what time so cruelly brings.
And if you sit there quietly, you can hear them gently sing.

Theres peace there in the valley and joy all through the air.
And strength to help you rally and keep you from despair.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Glass Palace




A beautiful princess all dressed in white
Stands alone in the still of night
A vision of light in a palace of glass
If she takes a step it all may crash
Down, down so she may never get out 
From underneath the horrific drought
Her precious soul she tries to save
But what her eyes see is so very grave
Don't move, don't breathe, it's all at stake
Wait, this palace is not real, but fake
It's an illusion of a life her heart dreamed of
That was never blessed from the One above
So how could this be a palace of truth
No, just a dream born of youth
So she stands very still
This place so cold she feels the chill
In the core of her soul
She longs for someone to hold 
The picture looks so perfect so pure
But look closer, look at the core
Full of lies and dark deceit
How will she survive the defeat
It's falling, falling all around
She can't bear the twisted sound
Of the crashing walls as they tumble down
Her pretty smile has turned to frown
She rushes out of the dreadful place
Her hands over her weeping face
How foolish she was in her palace of glass
She falls to her knees and prays this will pass
Then a tiny voice inside her soul says "stand tall
Don't look back, step away from it all"
She obeys the voice and walks towards the light
Her heart knowing she has won the fight
Tears stream down her face
She thanks God for His saving grace
Her glass slipper shatters but she does not bleed
Cover me Lord, this she pleads
He brings her to a place of peace
From her palace she is finally released
She stands now with her broken crown
But she is not sad, she does not frown
She glances over her shoulder at the shattered glass 
And realizes this too will pass
She feels the warmth of His brilliant light
And she now knows what is right
She thanks the Lord for all His love
As she looks up she sees a white dove
She says goodbye to the emptiness
Finally her soul can rest


Details | Light Poetry | |

Racial Harrassment

The Pre-Civil Rights days are making a comeback,
where "other" ethnicities are under attack,
Asian, Indians, Jews, Hispanics and Blacks,
The daggers are being thrown at backs,

Minorities have come a long way from the
days of degradation and ostracism,
Why would anyone want to revisit that era again?

Keeping minorities at bay won't restore the economy,
neither will violence, hate crimes and hostility,

We are all equals in the eyes of God,
having earthly experiences that are good
and bad,

We travel the same stormy seas,
Racial Harrassment only brings contempt
and dis-ease,

In unity peace will be found and maybe resolutions that
will astound.


Details | Haiku | |

Calm Before The Storm

The sea of troubles
Spewing frolic wrathings
Islanders compose


Details | Free verse | |

God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Brush is it or My Pen

.

Your Brush is it or my pen 

Painting a picture in words

Searching your smile in faces

Hidden in the crowd of people

Like diamond in coal mine

Like the gem among rocks

Only to be found by hearts

That seeks the inner beauty 

That holds in your persona

Some grace, some charms

Enlighten worlds with smiles

That gives hearts some joy

That is rarely feel in others

Silently observing you in you

Silently adoring you in you

Its not that i like many yours

Just that i have few like you

Something to share that trust

Few words, few thoughts 

In magic of your artistic hands 

Or in my spell bonding poetry

Your Brush is it or my pen 

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Unity

Wander through the forest
Sing out in the rain
Feel the beautiful breeze of wind
And never feel the pain

Love the newborn morning
Caress the gentle night
Know the world in which you live
And you'll see that it's all right.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


Details | Epic | |

Not The Only One

Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide..
Accepting all of the Corporate Lies?

We’re all eating Genetically Modified Foods,
Simply because it tastes so good.
Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain..
No Living Creature should endure such Pain.

The Fact is that We are so behind
In the True Consciousness of our Minds.
This Entire Life is one big Illusion;
Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion.
It’s now time to Think of All including Yourself,
Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help.
Judge for yourself- I’m weird and depressed..
But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest.

-Emma Lea Mills
02/08/2012


Details | Free verse | |

Autumns Expectation

Eggs whites strew across the evening sky, anticipating rain

Brown fluff interspersed with white, folding across the horizon

Hints of orange ribbon bleeding through the gaps of blue

Grey smudged along the edges, like a painter's afterthought


Cool breeze caressing my hair like a lover

Finger combing it off my shoulder to expose my neck

Leprechauns leap beneath leaves dancing across my path

Faerie torches speckling darkness like dots before my eyes


I walk in solitude drinking in the smells of autumn

Fall approaches me like a forgotten friend

First hints of raindrops kiss my eyelids

I raise my face gladly welcoming her bequest


Summer is put to bed; contained deep within earth's bosom

Nestled inside the heartbeat of yesterdays blessings

Tomorrow is soon enough to wear my mittens

Today I want to dance freely to the melody of change


Details | Free verse | |

a few minutes

and everyday
tells me
that everyday
is trying to break through
every day that’s about to be tomorrow
has its sorrow
caught up in the crowds
people were meant to meet
greet 
each other with each others’ day
only takes two to stop and see it that way
only takes a few minutes to make sense of hours
only a few days to weekly month up a year
the sun shows up and down
gives us all another round
to finally say what we heart
all the energy spent
wasted only if the lips don’t part


Details | Free verse | |

Help if You Can

I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use

Lament for lost promise
Lament for present self
Lament for those who try to help

These mirrors only tear me apart
Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart

The pacts have been broken
The angst has transformed

Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far

The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before
Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm

Clear past expectation,potential is a word

May, the days be kinder to you all....

May you soar


Details | Narrative | |

dreams under dust 2of2

{continued 2of2}...

the third girl took her
bullet reluctantly but
Mr. Mohammed Merah believes
in an eye for an eye

i wonder if Mr. Muhammad Wazir
would have preferred to take
his farming plowshare,
beat it into a sword
and bring writhing attrition
to still more children.

i think...i prefer to think,
that Mr. Muhammad Wazir, 35,
of Panjwai, Afganistan,
would tell Mr. Mohammed Merah, 24,
of Toulouse, France
that children are innocent

not just in God's eyes, 
but in truth, in his too,
that killing only begets more killing
Alas, it is too late for Merah's merit,
and the sky still shines blue

© Goode Guy 2012-03-21

http://www.npr.org/2012/03/20/148974952/afghan-farmer-lost-11-relatives-in-shooting-rampage
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/03/20/148976984/all-my-dreams-are-buried-under-a-pile-of-dust-now-says-grieving-afghan?ft=1&f=1001
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/03/21/149080247/sifting-through-what-we-know-about-the-french-slaying-suspect
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052702304636404577294632810920116.html?mod=googlenews_wsj


Details | Free verse | |

sit with me

i want to drink from your river
cool me when its humid
arent we only human?
following the current
i look for the familiar
when a crowd gathers
make friends from strangers
grounded with whats common
patience slows the tempo
who wants to rush to no where
sit back and feel the moment
it lasts to seal a silence
greater than our ocean
earth is just an island
explanations  be forgotten
deeper in holy science
meager and oh so private
pain and the like is
each their own perspective
doesn't true the righteous
sharing cups of water
cause hungry minds get thirsty
remember theres no hurry
these are priced from purchase


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | Lyric | |

One Step Ahead

Dream deferred
Tears unheard
Unseen
Silently
Forever looking at stars
Dreaming of ours
Futures unknown
Forever one step ahead
To our ten steps slow
Promises to never look back
To let the past be just that
Supressing memories
Even those of a happy me
Happier than the one in the mirror some days
Sick of your ways
And your empty words
Of futures unknown
Forever one step ahead
To our ten steps slow
Promising to never look back
To let the past be just that
And I'm thinking of leaving you there
To satisfy the stranger in the mirror
To satisfy me
And my future unknown
Forever one step ahead
To my ten steps slow
I promise to never look back
To never repeat the bad
But to smile instead
At where I've been
And to stare at the clouds
To wish on stars
Letting go of ours
And focusing on mine
Dreams defined
My future still unknown
Only one step ahead
To my two steps slow
I'm catching up, not looking back
Keeping the past as just that
Learning to smile at possibilities
And me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stand Tall

We can be strong;
Time to stand tall.
With God, we have it all
'Cause there's no room to fall.


Details | Blank verse | |

I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


Details | Sonnet | |

Spiritual Peace

I find my place of spiritual peace

Again, just when I feel I never will.

There is a sense of freedom and release.

I can’t know all the answers, but am still

 

In touch with The Divine, and that is real.

We’re all connected.  Life is precious, and

Life doesn’t end with death.  Sometimes we feel

A presence, and we come to understand

 

That nobody who’s ever been has gone.

The spirits of those who we’ve loved remain.

They will protect us – help us to go on.

There is almost a beauty in the pain.

 

Although sometimes I find it hard to trust,

Truth’s constant.  Feel the patterns in the rust.



Details | Haiku | |

Soar away

Shy cherry blossom Let the breeze take your dreams way Up to the Heavens.


Details | Quatrain | |

FOR IN VIENNA WE WERE POETRY

                I’D VIE FOR VIENNA

I’ve visited Vienna because the universe urged me to go
and on the subject of Vienna I have all I need to know
I know the city sings and writes poetry for all to read
And were I to dance with Vienna I’d let it lead

From a small café I idolized what my eyes espied
And the beauty of Vienna will never be defied
Vienna is the sound of violins and the aroma of violets grown
And owns a beauty such as I’ve never known

I strolled the streets of Vienna in awe of its grace
Vienna’s streets seem to be formed by lavender and lace
It’s akin to a purple and violet sky to behold
And it’s shimmer is more alluring than gold

Vienna sweetens the sour and acrid taste of phools
It takes them and teaches  love’s true rules
Vienna has the power to make a rose bloom in the snow
And nothing compares to Vienna is all I know

So if you ever go to Vienna please appreciate it like me
Because I’ll never have the qualities that you will see
In Vienna I heard poetry with its lilting simplicity
And had I never visited Vienna would have been a true and utter pity
        I thank invisible beauty for her kindness
                And her consisten encouragement!
© 2011...Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~
      


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Stillness

Hypnotized by
water diamonds brilliantly 
shining on the lake
and by the melodic sound
of song birds, 
I am in a peaceful 
state.

In this moment 
I know no anxieties,
worries or pain.
From this realm
of utter chaos
oblivion breaks the chain.

I close my eyes and bask
in this mode of 
sanctuary stillness,
while the symphony of 
nature's true joys
take away my sorrows
and leave me with
spiritual wellness.

Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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Loveless Days

Blood spilled upon the British skies
Her eyes drained my soul
Asserted love in bad places has forever taken over

I leave the stoned windowed motel without anymore wishes
I pray for nothing now

I couldn't tell if it was morning birth or noon exposed
I jump the scene and the cold moments looking to hang onto sharpened blue clouds

You've burned me woman
You've pressed the flame upon my skin-analyzed my thoughts and sin,preached to all the
broken men,men like me who move with wind

But we're gone aren't we baby?


Her eyes drained my soul
Blood spilled upon the British skies
I died on your Monday evening


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The Going

I've got my shades on now...I'm going
This desert horizon has convinced me to...to leave it all behind

I'll stare at the sun for this brief moment...my final moment as the person you've known
me to be

No,you won't see me again...this ain't my scene man...i've gotta meet Gods and Reasons,
Questions with Answers

I will cloak my past and present under all black attire,maybe shake the moon

Wherever I'm going...I'm going

Just Isn't my scene anymore

Temple children ear to words of peaceful teachers sit in monk-like patience turning their
heads as I the lost noble slowly drift through Eden

They can all see through my soul,see through my being...I'm home there

Wherever I'm going...I'm going

Just Isn't my scene anymore
-Kalonji


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A NEW BEGINNING

Yes! This is a new beginning for sure!
I have no grudges anymore!
I am flowing as free as I could never before!
I am running as fast as…never even dreamt for!
Wow! I have this new feeling within me!
I have a new reeling within me!
I couldn't’t sense the change so easily,
Why couldn’t I mend the ways so easily?
Well...Now that I have a new journey to embark on
Surely here are to stay the happy daze, lets rock on!


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Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


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Tiny Pieces

Ripped into tiny bits and pieces,
My world coming apart at its creases.

They’re swept away in a single gust,
Like miniscule feathery motes of dust.

Out of sight they float away,
As I watch and wish and hope and pray.

Gone forever those tiny bits and pieces,
Bid them farewell as you release them.


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Glistening Light

Glistening mantras of light 
                            ......shining
         Falling 
                        ........on blankets of fresh snow
Becoming a frozen tundra of  
                                 .......miraculous gems

Nature's plethora of snowflakes sparkle
                                          .....Refracting light 
                     ........forming a shield

How generous is our maker 
                          .......meticulously thorough
Nebulous heaven appears 
                  .......knowingly unseen

Releasing light from shining sun 
                                 ......and moon 

Earth forever full of lights and truth glistening


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My Strength (Relative Compound)

The great Lord is strengthening
My soul He strengthens
Daily He provides me strength


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Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars


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The Battle Within

Love and trust the battle within,
One of armor and one of cloth,
Both equal in strength and at a great loss.
Cornered by time to live again,
A moment to go back to where you have been!
The principles of pleasure intrude on a pleasant dream.
Love and trust the battle within shouts its damning scream!
One of armor, one of cloth and both are determined to rise again.

Conflict and pressure begin to adhere to this occasion.
One second to catch your thoughts of stop, go, or yield?
Beset by these restless conflicts your need to release introduces itself.
Provoked to endure a graceful truce the weak one falls to submission.
Love and trust the battle within proclaims the very same guild.
One of armor, one of cloth, and both equal with great strength in this world that we build


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Fanciful Meanderings

Memories of illogical unreality saunter past my mind, 

Planning expectations of a future with no feelings, 

Deja vu days multiply with an intensity so unkind, 

Happiness is eroded by endless waves of lapping sadness, 

I fall weightlessly to the bottom of life's end, 

Regrets dashed upon ragged rock thoughts that scream to confess, 

My childhood laughter flows tears of wishful pretend, 

As I wait helplessly at the back door of destiny, 

Sharing Earth with billions I will never meet, 

A poet joining lonely words into meanings of complexity, 

I wander through imagination hoping to land on my feet.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn


 


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Repast transposed

To touch a sleight
with fingers right
to feel your flight
take withered spite.
Let loose the blow
and block the flow
to fight to grow so
all will know.
To seek to blame and
not to gain
To play the
game..but not the
same.

To touch a right
with fingers sleight
to feel your spite
take withered
flight.
Let loose the flow
and block the blow
to fight to know so
all will grow.
To seek to gain and
not to blame
To play the
same..but not the
game.

To see the fight in
mindless sight
To see the sight in
mindful right.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Seeds of Acceptable Hate

The Seeds of Acceptable Hate


Between the folds of faith and belief, 

tucked neatly in cushioned corners, 

lie the seeds of acceptable hate.



Through quaint pleasant rituals, 

and joyously hummed words, 

dumbed down thoughts

and dazed faces exude, 

righteous sweetness.



Belief wrapped in glistening foil, 

faith painted in gaudy colours, 

concealing the murmurs of hate, 

of embraced intolerance, 

and welcomed bigotry.



The seeds of acceptable hate flourish in damp fungal minds, 

as indifference flowers into the silence of frozen apathy, 

with blooming petals of finely measured howls of rage.



All the while the ever smiling faces beam with deep pride, 

drenched in all the pious tears they've cried.



And so it is that the viral seeds of acceptable hate 

thrive among the genteel folk that quietly gaze, 

in silence at the slow creeping of the horror.



As more seeds of hate are sown with manic zeal, 

and in the shrieking of this cowardly silence, 

the seeds of acceptable hate, 

continue to thrive, 

and to germinate.


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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






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Fear

He is pessimist's prime,
Developing and enveloping our entire minds.
We shatter ourselves just to see him succeed,
But realize with him, we have nothing we need.
So it's time to break the spell he cast,
And pray to God his work won't last.
I thank God for He is always here
Because without Him and with fear,
No cup and no cheer,
For our end would draw near. 


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THE WORLD I SEE

ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH EVERY TRIUMPH AND WITH EVERY DEFEAT
OUR HUMANITY SEEMS TO FADE FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY
 
 ALL THESE DIFFERENT FACES 
AND ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES
SOULS ARE FOR SALE AND INNOCENCE IS A VIRTUE LOST
AND THERE IS NO RESPONSIBILITY TO BE HAD
 
EACH UNIQUE BEAUTY 
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
I ASK MYSELF WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
 
SO MUCH HATRED AND SORROW TO BE SEEN IN THEIR EYES
NO TIME TO RUN AND NO PLACE TO HIDE
ESCAPE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION
 
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE GREED AND CORRUPTION TO END
CHANGE IS THE ONLY HOPE
 
IT IS NOW TIME FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES AND DIFFERENT FACES TO BLIND THEMSELVES FROM
THE SUPERFICIAL
THE DIFFERENCES THAT DIVIDED US IN THE PAST SHOULD BE FORGOTTEN FOR NOW WE MUST STAND TALL
AS ONE 


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PAINKILLER

PAINKILLER

Death whispers:
My darling, I am here
You are not meant to persevere
Broken bones and broken backs
Will not be healed with pins and tacks
The daily war with packs that freeze
Will in a flash turn memories
The pain that tears your guts and mind
Will be a trail that’s left behind

Her Life is sweet
Or so it was
Before a surgeon’s saw and buzz
Before another surgeon’s plead
I must repair small misdeed
Mistakes will happen,  d  e  a  r,
he quipped
an actor even makes a slip 
you signed a waiver
lawyer said
the part where you might end up dead
or maybe deaf or maybe blind
but your left foot just drags behind
and oh your little aches and pains
look great in court---a money gain
and so you’re really in good shape--
just a little stitch and tape
He smiles a bit about the money
to him it’s all a little funny
sitting in his painless chair
flicking back his painless hair

He’s out the door and she’s alone
turns off the lights unplugs the phone
her body’s screaming : overload
her nervous system drones:   implode

picks up a glass from tray by bed
she curses all the dunderheads
tongue curls disdain from metal taste
But not a drop must go to waste
And, as she waits sun slithers in
Like a cat with milk on chin
Just as she muses this fine day
Could be her last on earth to stay
From toes an elegance – an ease -- a bliss--
Relief—hurls echoes of God’s kiss



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To Reverence Life

God gives men life-
Why do we waste it? On things, in things that only create a second of bliss that 
fades just as quick as it came.
We waste life on substances--drugs, alcohol, un-ordained sexual pleasures, the 
pride of life, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes--and other influences, trying 
to gain peace and fulfillment that only an inner connecting with the Heavenly 
Creator--our Father and All Mighty One can satisfy.

From birth, all men are created with purpose. No one is an afterthought. Not one 
of us is insignificant to the Father because He has each one of us inscribed in 
the palms of His loving hands(Isaiah 49:16). Not one of us came into being by 
happenstance(regardless to how we were conceived).

The Father is the Divine Orchestrator of every life and when we present ourselves 
to Him for His glory, He can make a complete symphony of our lives that will 
resound with a melody so sweet and melodious that even the angels in Heaven 
begin to rejoice and listen in awe.

Life as the Father ordained is to be lived following and pursuing after peace with 
all men and holiness without which no one can truly fulfill their destiny on Earth 
and for Eternity.

The Father's breath in you gave you life, so embrace it with respect; care and 
reverence  for the One who created you.
Do not abuse the life the Father has bestowed to you! You only get one chance at 
life.  Be good to yourself! Be good to others! And the life you live--as the Father 
intended--will redound to the more greater reward for you and all mankind.



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Ascending Amygdala

The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail…
Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with a consuming veil…

My soul sings the truth of your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
I breathe you in from the breeze; touching your essence communing with trees…
I have been alive here before…
Sailing the seas while walking the shores…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

Advance intuition understanding the power of cognition…
Focused attention paired with reasoning, will and concentration…
Abilities from the divine; creating the human magician…
Thwarted from dogmatic idiocies…
Perception of proper perspective; Cloned are individual and collective frequencies…
Reality manifesting from our visuals and emotion feelings…
Hence the need for spirit based emotional healing…

My soul sings from trusting your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
We have been lied to about god, now is my own divine conceiving…
I breathe you in from gratitude, giving and receiving…
I have been alive here before; making green tea, cleansing soiled floors…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

I am that I am…
Spirit, light and matter…
Free to be me; using my inner eye to see…
Living from passion love and enthusiasm…
Remaining unattached to the created human cataclysm…

My soul sings from knowing your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
Individualized drops of the divine ocean
I breathe you in from making sacred loves unconditional devotion…
I have been alive here before; walking on water, pray believing…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…


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N/A

I flow through life like a fish swims through water./ Words ooze from my mouth like honey 
from the comb./ This sweet sticky mess of language is enticing,/ holding me firm in a 
makeshift reality of thought./ True freedom can never be bought,/ only thought,/ only felt,/ 
stop writing your name!/ True essence can never be spelled./ Only felt,/ truly known inside 
the confines of your heart,/ out of your head,/ out of this world!/ Outside this lie of concrete 
and glass./ I want you to bury your life in the earth to make up for lost time./ Wash your 
eyes out; most of us can't tell the city from the slime./ Look at the sky scrapers!/ Eaten away 
by lime.../ But I will waste no more time./ I will do my dance, in the midst of the plants./ 
Living to passion, reality and air./ Toasting to water, beauty, and the wind through my hair./ 
And I live with every care./ I see our end, I know where we're going./ Like a baby lulled to 
sleep by the sound of her mothers sewing./ This sound is called silence, /the antidote to 
violence.


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Let Us Speak

Let us speak 
no more of wars;
turn your left cheek
when struck and booed...
cleanse each other's sores
like a brother would.

Strife bears no rose...
carnage wears no garland;
Of what use is "these" and "those"
when Red flows through all veins?
let's make peace an eternal standard
and happiness'd have no stain.

Let Language be no curse
nor belief become a barrier
Colour is just a vainful force
of what use be these three?
Let's make peace our lifelong career
and love'd set mankind free!


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How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


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My Mark

I see you,
thumb in
   mouth
blankie draped
over 
   your head
rubbing your cheek . . .

And holding
your own
son
   dwarfed by
your
daddy hands

comfort zone found
    already


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Born of Woodstock

Born in the middle of the sexual revolution, 
the campaign for peace and the youths' 
exploration of psychedilc drugs,

The world was chaotic, but it was still
about love,

During the "woodstock" era people 
embraced who they were, divesting
themselves of social paradigms,

They sought to be better individuals 
with each daring climb,

The music, and psychosis of the hippy culture,
expressed the core of America, shining truth
on all that went awry while many slumbered
others heeded their patriotic cries for a better
United States.


Details | I do not know? | |

Field Of Dreams

Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams 
Of wooded lanes and sunlit streams 
Where rainbows light the path below
And Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow
 
On beaches strewn with shells and sand 
Come walk with me all thru' this land 
We'll run with the wind blowing in our hair 
And all our hopes and dreams we'll share
 
With hands deliciously touching and learning 
To devour a flame in our souls that's burning 
The moon will be our friend at nite'
We'll walk in the shadows and hold on tight
 
We'll dance till dawn and laugh with the sun 
And wonder where the nite' has gone 
Natures sweet smells will fill our senses 
And we'll drink from it's bounty until it quenches~ 
Our thrist for life and love and glory 
And pray for no end to come to our story
 
In endless play and voices that sing 
Sweet waters dimpling laugh from a spring 
The comforting feel of sensual fingers 
And the fragrance of skin... 
And the smell that lingers 

   Oh, it's such a sweet refrain... 
       To live and love and dance again


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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth


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Early Morning

On leaves of burnt gold

For a moment dew sparkles

To the ground they fall


Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughtless

Thoughtless rantings of yesterday's sin
That's where my consciousness lives
I savor the ever growing conflict within
Knowing all too well another day's lost

I sing the songs that darken the heart
and I dance at the foot of the mountains
The music I hear will tear us apart
Yes in so many ways it's my longing

They whisper the words right in my ears
and I smile in a bittersweet comfort
they tease for the darkest of our fears
So I wait only for my next command

Such a waste of a perfect day
I think to myself once in awhile
inside my heart there is a fray
and in this fact I find comfort.


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled number: 53

I'm so angry with all my loved ones hurt.

They have careless words and sometimes cruel intentions.

They spread their pain like a disease,

From one to another...there it goes.

I wish I could stop it!

It grows heavier as it flows.

It's becomes to much for one  to bare.

I'm learning to step back,

And trying not to care.

It hurts to give up on family and friends,

But sometimes walking away will keep us in the end.

I don't want to hear their vicious words and devious lies.

Back and forth they spat.

Trying to hurt one another.

It angers me to see so much hurt drip from their tongues.

Yet, they care not!


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Seiseian

Sacred Stillness in a cup of green froth
Stylized movement; every motion steeped with meaning.
Bitter follows sweet as we give thanks to God
Cleansing the tongue and the spirit


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Signed Sealed And Delivered

<                                        It's not my fault
                                          The world is made from different cults
                                          Economic woes
                                          Politicians saying no


                                          I'm not to blame
                                          When they represent us in such shame
                                          It's a capitol crime
                                          Like this rhythm and rhyme


                                          You have no proof
                                          That we're the ones that goofed
                                          We abide each law that been laid
                                          And to find out we've been played  


                                          I will show no shame
                                          And point at the ones to blame
                                          Get your acts together
                                          Sign bills with your quilled feathers  






Entry For 
Paula Swenson's
Four Sentences
GL All                           


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The Power of You

Human nature the epitome of despair
Ask around, does anybody care?

The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance
Historically falling into the same traps by chance

Prove a point by looking the other way
Or step-up and change today

The problem with living in this Democracy?
We can’t see the walls when we assume we’re free

When simple ideas are fed with simple lies
The power overwhelms the opposition’s cries

We live to love
Some obsessed with the power above

The power of faith can blind
Sometimes true answers are harder to find

Criticism is an instinct
Try to slow down and think

The ideal for you 
Can’t always be true

The world can’t change overnight
But we’ll never know if we never try


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Value

A smile in a thought of a "forever" like this.
A dream from a star's one wish.
A love of a life from a fairy tale one told
To a child with an imagination worth a whole pot of gold.

Can you really put a value to something like this?
Like that feeling you get from your last first kiss?
Or the dreams that come true from a shooting star's wish?
There's no value worth more than all this.

A song from a night from a heart's first glance.
A sway from a dress from a love's first dance.
A rose from a thorn from a child's freedom.
A ring from a night from a tear from one.

Can you really put a value to a moment like this?
To a second in time so carefree as this?
To a heartbeat caused by pure peace and bliss?
To a child's eye lit by a shooting star and a wish?

Could you tell me what it's worth?
Or could you tell me which came first?
Was it hope for a future unknown,
Or happiness from the love that's shown?
Was it a dream from a fairy tale,
Or optimism after every fail?
Because the child that I've never seen
Is one without a single dream.

So tell me,
Can you really put a value to this?
To a first kiss?
A child's wish?
Pure bliss?
To this?
To this moment looking into your eyes?
To a fairy tale defined
By you and I.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Racial Harrassment

The Pre-Civil Rights days are making a comeback,
where "other" ethnicities are under attack,
Asian, Indians, Jews, Hispanics and Blacks,
The daggers are being thrown at backs,

Minorities have come a long way from the
days of degradation and ostracism,
Why would anyone want to revist that era again?

Keeping minorities at bay won't restore the economy,
neither will violence, hate crimes and hostility,

We are all equals in the eyes of God,
having earthly experiences that are good
and bad,

We travel the same stormy seas,
Racial Harrassment only brings contempt
and dis-ease,

In unity peace will be found and maybe resolutions that
will astound.


Details | Free verse | |

Negative Space

When we're standing worlds apart our world apart, hear my heart when we're feeling worlds away in a world of gray, hear me pray when our thoughts are clear and quiet intervene and shake me violent it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred in a rare moment I turn to face it Negative space turned much more of use consisting of years of self abuse maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse I often cry in a state of muse at the shame of my disarray the distance is closing yet your a world away Now I've grown so tired and weary I only hope that someone hears me if they hear me, will they understand how tough it is to walk hand in hand with love and hate, polar extremes they grow together, or so it seems they can both make for bitter screams and be the death of finer things leave the imagination for desire a beam of hope to be aspired I proudly wear my crown of thorns for each thorn bears a lesson learned each lesson comes with a sad story each would not exist, if not but for me I am not me, without my crown and the negative space all around that in total becomes the all seeing eye a positive outlook on the world that's mine


Details | Verse | |

-Who Are You Mr Hate-

Who are you Mr Hate
Why have you come to divide
What cause do you serve
Is your goal to mock and deride
Why do you dare compete
With the Omnipotent GOD OF LOVE.

Why Mr Hate 
do you strive to destroy 
you and your cousins
aunts, nieces and nephews
uncles and siblings
sneak in animosity's might
and are the cause of all man's blight.

Why are their names
envy, greed and anger
jealousy green
your name smeared
bloodied red
your every step
accursed dread.

Why is your seven evils
the path that leads to despair and hunger
and is shrouded with pain and murder
is that your path your tormented shame
is your god
the demon of hell.


Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Place

There Is a Secret Place
Where Only I Can Go
It's a Place of Rest and Solitude
Where Thought and Feeling Flow

It's a Quiet Peaceful Realm
That Helps My Sanity
When Life Gets Too Confusing
It's Where I Need to Be

I Never Stay Too Long
The Helps Come Right Away
And I'm Glad I Discovered How
To Get Help for Me this Way

You May Wonder Where it Is
So I'll Let You Know
It's Where I Find My Answers...
Deep Inside My Soul

With this New Insight
Comes New Knowledge about Me
I've Come to like Myself
It's Important That I "Be"

So Look to Who You Are
That Is Where You'll Find
The Answers to Your Questions
It Will give You Peace of Mind

Connie Moore
August 19, 1992


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Fears and Sound of Kaboom

If I could throw a grenade what do you suppose would blow up
Will it scatter our fears into heavy debris
Is this poem possibly spoken blasphemy
Look at what has erupted;heavy airport security, diffrent terror color levels,what luck


Details | Free verse | |

Her Radiance (Seven-by-Seven)

A touch of pure paradise
Elegance of her sweet charm
Her heart so golden inside
Resonates like the warm sun
Brings about instant splendor
His creation from above
Essence of her radiance

© Joseph, 10/12/07
© 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.  


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


Details | Free verse | |

Insight

Spectacular view
third eye vision
mysterious secrets
kept in silence
mystical powers
heightened senses
cascades in strangeness
from a cosmic force of intuition.

Clearing up barriers
blocking manifestation
period of transition
for a new age on the planet
with jeweled sky
moon glowing on the heavens
wishing upon lucky stars
treasuring the wizard's predictions
of good fortune sending cupid's arrow
through the universe.

Beloved maiden sprinkling 
fairy dust of purple crystals
and rose quartz
protecting the planet of Venus
embracing it with love and devotion
from afar.


Details | Free verse | |

And You Wont Hear A Word

The harmony, the melody,
the placidity and subtlety
of each pianissimo note,
the rage and intensity 
of each forte beat.

Each bar, each measure,
each line, each piece,
and all the curves,
sharps and flats,
and every clef.

I`m irate: I bang the keys
and it sings my anguish.
I`m jovial: my fingers gush across the keys
singing my happiness.
I`m forlorn: I slowly drift up and down
it sings my desires and tears.

I need not words,
I need only my piano
and it will speak for me.

How good,
how angry,
how happy, 
how sad.

How sordid,
how love struck,
how desperate.

I am.

It sings my most simple and complex feelings
and you won`t hear a word.


Details | Free verse | |

Two Oldsters

I clip on a leash so I can try to hold her back.
My old friend will prance all the way down the block and back.
She’s frightened of noise from the garbage truck.
And early morning before the heat is always a must.
We walk the sidewalks to keep her nails trimmed nice.
And we know everywhere to find a friend like us.
Lord knows, I try to stop and talk, so I can catch my breath.
We will cross the street to avoid mean and barking dogs.
We know all the obstacles that might get in our way.
And we go a different route for each weekly day.
Together we know we appear to be a walking machine, but
We smell the roses and notice flowers from all the houses we pass.
But it’s nice to see the yards as they go slowly past
We have plenty of work waiting for us at home when we get back.
But for a moment each day we chose it, to ignore.
My old lab and I need to get out while the weather is good
In the end we’re just two oldsters…trying to get out of the house.
A smile comes on our faces we go down the block.


Details | Free verse | |

What If

what if there was no religion?
what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church?
what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles?
what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty?
what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? 
what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception?
what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? 
what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? 
what if love was unconditional, not contingent?
what if you had freedom, not a plan?
what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad?
what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy?
what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you?
what if we lived our life, on our own terms?
would that be so bad?










Details | Blank verse | |

A Conflict Within

Low and lonely, but not to succumb
Through warring thoughts a pitfall deep
Ireful, rueful, contort
This speaker’s blunder deemed

Subdued with met solution
Devil’s plot decayed
Ruinous intent aborted 
Blithe courage keenly resumed


Details | Free verse | |

Omni Awakening

The Mother is the Earth…
I am brought forth of her sacred womb…
She is united to me using resonance to communicate…
I stand in courageous defiance to honor her well being…
To honor the entirety of life she loves and nurtures…
My father is the sky…
His own self affirmations so mighty he never lies…
Their greatest lesson to teach human kinds mind…
Flow with the rhythm of change with wonder and enthusiasm…
Remaining present in this moment now using our skill of observation...
It is my demand that the greed dis-ease be vanquished by heart love purity…
It is my desire to heal the hole within the one soul of humanity…
Stand firm ground facing your fears…  
Hold stead fast to enduring purifying tears…
The dogmatic illusions are being attacked…
Father Sky and mother earth consume the poisonous snack…
Be your truth…
Be your heart love…
Be your own desired compassion…
Be more hilarious and less serious…
Then you can declare…
I am free;
Holy Cosmos;
I AM FREE…


Details | Free verse | |

So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


Details | Blank verse | |

deeper than surface tissue

we've talked about cloning
about organ exchange
about mutual surgical self-satisfaction
about attachments made deeper
than flat vows & false purity

deeper than surface tissue

as deep into blood & bone & entrails
as amatures can get
before the stitches
stop holding their ground
against blood loss

& deeper than this

if we can find a doctor
who's not too attached
to traditional morals

but even if there's nothing
more binding between us
than a few trails of ink
i'll always taste your heart
in your kiss
& lick the last vomited blood
from your dying lips

11/18/2005


Details | Free verse | |

This girl has me in her grasp

Mmm this girl i know
Shes bossy so
For i do not like you
I may be lieing its not true
It may be love
At this moment I cant move 
Your engaging stare has me paralyzed 
Im in you grasp 
How do you know of my love
Its time for a retreat
For that im beat
I need to rewind
My heart is stuck in a bind
Ive never had the feeling
Im going to jump through the ceiling
Can i be this overjoyed
Of this girl ive always tried to avoyed


Details | Rhyme | |

God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay

God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay… God brought me out of the miry clay… He set my feet on a solid rock to stay! God brought me out of the deep pit I was in… He gave to me a peace and a joy within! God brought me out of hopelessness and despair… And took me into his mercy and care! God brought me out of a desperate situation… And extended to me his gift of salvation! God brought me out… When everything seemed lost! And helps me to focus on Christ’ victory at the cross! God brought me out… When no one else “gave me the time.” He restored my life and gave me peace of mind! God can do the same for you… As he did for me! He desires to be with you for eternity! God can bring you out of whatever trials you may face. He’ll bring joy to your heart… And provide a “resting place.” God can do for you what no other power can do! He is still the same God. And will forever LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11


Details | Free verse | |

Angels of Cruelty

We pretend to be friendly 
But how rude we truly are
We pretend we didn’t say a thing
But God only knows how many things we’ve said
We hate everyone and act angrily 
But then we assume everyone hates us
We always show the other side of us 
Hiding what is the mistaken Identity
We act tough then
We go back towards the room 
And cry
Hiding the emotions and keeping them inside
We follow our pride 
Regardless of how many problems it has brought
We wish if there will be always someone
To go back to 
To story you’re fears and cry on the shoulder of his
You wish if there was someone
Who always will be there
To hug when desperately broken 
To owe him the world in that moment 
We look at the bright side but
We always gaze at the dark one
We admire things that happen with coincidence of our desire
We smile addressing the smile to God
We pretend to love our friends so deeply
But in the end we speak of them wildly 
And know they speak of us as well 
If anyone entered our hearts 
They would understand every action taken 
If anyone heard our words 
They would never forgive us 
For eternity 
Who are we?
We are the humans that wonder this earth
With cruelty


Details | Didactic | |

Affirmations All Around

Many people want Jesus to show and prove Himself to them

Despite evidence already here

Yet all they need to do is show and prove themselves to Him

It is then He does appear


Details | Free verse | |

poetry

poetry is love
like a summer rain watering my soul
in a dry land
making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter
inner beauty coming to light on the printed page
lighting the dark places of my life with revelation
changing rhythms with peaks of distinction
carrying away all of my worries
one word at a time…

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved




Details | Free verse | |

A Pax on all your houses

Anticipating
a peace march,
it's easy to get cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront
the uniform.
We mobilize
and mobilize
in responce to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy vs. Spy.
Frick and Frack,
the march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death, death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid the enemy.
To join the line
is to aid the enemy.
The real problem is
just the shared
enmity.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beauty of God's Love

I will never
 fully comprehend.
The beauty of God’s love
that I have within!

From where I was,
 to where I am today…
I praise him! More than
 words can say.

I shall give him all
 honor, glory and praise.
And be obedient to him,
  all of my days!

He’s more precious to me
 than ever before,
His presence in me—
I need so much more!

His marvelous love,
 shall bless me to the end…
For this, I say, “Hallelujah”, 
“Glory to God!” and “Amen!”

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Tendrils of Hope

Refusing to succumb,

to the alluring haze of self-pity,

I refuse to wallow,
in an ocean of regret,

I choose to banish thoughts of despair,

dispelling pain, while tempting joy to emerge from its shielded lair.

I shall sow the seeds of promise,

nourishing well,

the tendrils of hope,

breathing new life into my nights, my days.

I must stand, I will rise, I have to believe,

in a better tomorrow,

not perfect, nor rosy,

yet filled with tidbits of bliss,


as well as with shards of sorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

On evening

On Evening
================
The sun has been trying to move 
the loose boughs falling over its face, 
in vain.   
Out of its front door a road goes 
to meet the impatient lady 
waiting at the other bend.  
Here truths simply interchange.
The myths remain no more myth, 
their blending into realities
becomes golden with the sun.
Slowly sun pours itself a stiff liquid…             
                 © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | Rhyme | |

River of Time

Lost within the intrinsic woods by myself 
No desires, avarice, nor any sort of wealth 
Just me and my dog observing together 
Oh, how I wish I could stop time forever, 
The shady spot i sit below the tall timbers  
Evokes memories, recollections, whispers, 
Stains of anguish and worries that lay below 
The river of time, will wash away as it will eternally flow, 
The stream, which, once believed to run wild 
Now seems a lion become tame and mild.


Details | Lyric | |

Cost

Kisses felt:
Moments lost. 
Priceless moments
Always cost.
Peace and love:
Childhood wishes.
Friends forever,
Like butterfly kisses,
Never last
More than a day,
Then they all
Fade away.
Dreams, like shoes,
Become too small
To fit our lives
When potential calls.
Kisses felt:
Moments lost.
Priceless moments
Always cost.
Is the price
Worth the pain?
Or worth the strength
We eventually gain?
Of course it is.
Just persevere.
Don't ever stop dreaming.
Don't live in fear.


Details | Free verse | |

Feather In The Wind

Feather in the wind
Gracefully you fall
Upon the gentleness of a breezes whisper
Or, in the strong winds that blow a gale, strong
Light and gentle, you remain
Calm, in your outcome


Details | Personification | |

My Grass in the Desert

The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise. 
I am aimlessly there.

Ah yes! Yes indeed, 
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere, 
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime, 
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes! 

You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine, 
I am so very, very much there.

I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!


Details | Lyric | |

Intersection

A square in a square

Four lines equal length

Then repeated

People pass through

And over and around

Tires squeal

Lights change colour

Dogs on leashes

Rain soaked pavement

The foundation for this

Fifteen stories up

It all becomes clear

Life carries on

Under an umbrella


Details | Rhyme | |

When A Simple God Bless You Isn't Enough



When A Simple “God Bless You,” Isn’t Enough… I’m here to tell you that when “the going gets rough.” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s not a friend anywhere to be found… Perhaps you find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control, things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean. And will give to you, his 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you! You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear. His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken. As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken! He’ll do for you what no power or god can do! He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballad | |

The Invincible Tiger

The Invincible Tiger
   
 
  Unlimited Power
The Tiger watches over us
Ultimate Protection and Care.
Evil not to enter
Not even to Dare.
The Mighty Tiger
Ever Watching
Ever Knowing
...Her Family
Keeping the dynasty intact
So Strong their possession attract.
Kingly...Queenly
With Sovereign Grace.
Over Their Place.
The Mighty Tiger
Invincible
The Mighty Tiger
Forever Shall Reign

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

An Arlington Christmas

Arlington Christmas

They stand there in ranks
Straight up and tall
Just like the day
When they answered the call
Row upon row
Section by section
They gave us their all
Without an exception
Some names are unknown
Some known are not there
But all get a marker 
To show that we care
You see Army and Navy
Air Force and Marine
Privates to Presidents
And those in between
From Civil War soldiers
To Afghanistan
We honor our fallen
Every woman and man
And every Christmas
We lay on a wreath
To remember the soldier
That lies there beneath
As I gaze o're the graveyard
Of green wreaths on stone
I know that no family
Will e're grieve alone
For this country remembers
And honors each year
All those who have fallen
And are resting right here

Mdailey	12/25/11

I wrote this on Christmas day as I sat in my car and looked over the landscape of Arlington Cemetary.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Deeper

Adrift and helpless, an ice cold sea of pain;
riptide churning, waves crashing,
wreaking havoc upon my brain.

Sucked down again at the mercy of the undertow;
raging currents, terror growing,
stop struggling… there's peace in letting go.

Where are you all now, where'd you all go?
You vanished, left me alone and fighting,
but it's a losing battle, don’t you know?

Sucked deeper, exhausted, still no help in sight;
relax, be still, and take refuge,
you put up a good fight.

Embrace the icy coldness and you’ll see
where it takes you, downward, deeper…deeper,
that you’re finally at peace and free.


Details | Free verse | |

Too Much Dancing

What causes me to be so irrational at times...?

In so many instances when my life appears somewhat stable, it seems as 
though 
I deliberately take flight without considering the consequences of my actions.

I trip.
I fall.
i regret.

Perhaps I should stop behaving like a kid, training myself to confront my fears 
courageously rather than running from them.

I do realize though, in part, that my apprehension occurs because I fear rejection 
from being bruised so many times;  however, much chaos could have been 
avoided had I learned to control my passions, not only sexual, but in the general 
sense as well.

I "feel" everything too deeply and discover myself breaking down and crying for no 
apparent reason.

Damn...my passion...raging...hot...forever present.

So, once again, i pick myself up and allow the black and blue to heal while 
determining, quite adamantly, I might add, that I will no longer be a prisoner of 
fear, for he proves too destructive.

After all, we can't dance all the time.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The broken road to heaven

The broken road to heaven 


The broken road in need of maintenance  
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn 
to our delight
was alight with millions of glow bugs;
evening was another leaf fallen
when I whisper to my friend Richard,
“Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?” 
he smiled,  “we are yet to reach my home.”
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

Solitude

Down in the hollow a lone owl cries
A star burns up across the skies
Crackling fire the only sound
No other soul for miles around
As planets escort full moon light
across its passage through the night 
No winter’s chill in fire’s glow 
One heart alone itself to know


Details | Imagism | |

Tapestry in Bloom

Lilac drips emboss the outstretched plains
Whilst the aquatic festoonery resurfaces
Permanently
The Expanse is Extraordinary
But it is all so ordinary, in its distance spanned
Repeated
But it is so glorious, the defeat that refused a compromise
And found itself in the inglorious moratorium,
clawing, drawing closer
To the Expanse, in Extraordinary enduring hostile pity
To find the clawing was for not
If the water flows regardless


Details | Free verse | |

IN MY FATHER'S PRESSENCE


AS LIFE'S OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS OF LIVING LIFE ON LIFE'S,
TERMS,BECOMES TO MUCH TO BEAR, AND THE WORLDS NOT FAR behind
MY FATHER'S PRESSENCE CONSUMES ME IN HIS GENTLE ARMS,
HOLDING ME TIGHTLY, HEALING ME OF MY BATTLE STRICKEN
,
WOUNDS HE GAZES INTO MY EYES WITH THE MOST,
UNCONDITIONAL LOVING WORDS "I LOVE YOU".
HIS GENTLE TOUCH LEAVING ME AGLOW,
MAGNIFICANT SURGES OF SHINING LIGHT,
PIERCING THRU THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT
>
WITH THE UTTER MOST KINDNESS,
AND UNDERSTANDING,AND PATIENCE OF HIS NATURE.
LEAVING ME WITH THE BURNING,
VIBRATING SENSATIONS AND DESIRES WITHIN
MY SOUL.
HIS UNCONDIONAL FORGIVENESS SWARMS ME,
LIKE A THUNDEROUS CLOUD OF BEES;
MEANWHILE THE SWEETNESS OF HIS WHISPERS BREATH
SERENITY'S PEACE";
>
SHIELDING ME WITH A GLORIOUS COAT OF ARMOUR.
JOY GLOWING FROM MY HEARTS EXPRESSION,
WITH AN ALL GRATEFUL SPIRIT FILLED FROM GRACE ANEW,
IN MY FATHERS PRESSSENCE
SAYING I LOVE YOU!


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Shaped Clouds Dart

To run far far away if I dare
When I run, why try to disappear
Out of this house without never a care
Lie on the grass, look upward to sky clear

I don't care if shaped clouds dart around
While I lie at peace on grassy dirt
As I am carefree lying on ground
Observing life far far away no hurt

To run far far away_settle there
The ocean alluringly calls
Come, come my love settle near here
Let the waves lap my toes one and all

Come is the call of  attachments dear
Family alluringly invites
Don't run away come stay close by here
Torn emotion, spirit torture spikes

Carnality leads, draws one wrong way
Goodly spirit settles: peace in this place
Allure of ocean, places of far away
Can't fill the void in this case

(Written after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay)


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

The future is a mystery,
and the past has been through.
We'll soon be in the future
including me and you.

In between the past and future
There is only one present.
All can be compromised
excluding, peace and pleasance.


Details | Free verse | |

Just A Dream

Still cannot 
wrap my mind
all around
all alone

Where would I  
even start 
to describe 
what I’ve known?

No life left 
so breathless 
all used up 
all worn down

How it is
Is how it was
And how it will always be. 


If I could see
what it would
have been like
to find you....

I’d have traded every wish
and said they all came true 

Please heart, quick!!
Please, please heal!!!
Please let me feel again!!!

He’ll never know
how empty
he will be 
without you. 

In the end
He’ll remain 
what he’s been
this whole time

Just a dream, 
just my prayer, 
just not mine


Details | Free verse | |

A moment of brillance

Radiance shines

From among the Jack pines

Is it all by design

That radiance shines

Long stretches of time

Filled with rhythm and rhymes

Is this really the time

That radiance shines

One moment a step, another behind

A hand catches a hold, so very kind

What is this, am I out of my mind

Radiance shines


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My Time

No sun has ever shone
So clear through the night
No moonbeam ever glown
So true with delight
The more I look
The more I see
When something new
Occurs to me

No winds have ever blown
With no change in sight
No mind's-eye ever known
Such meaningful flight
The more I dream
The more I sleep
Where space and time
Are mine to keep


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The Path Our World Is Going

Onto others, is horror, and blood shed,
where is the end; when will, we ever quit?
Reacting to each other, with the utmost hatred,
that around, a table, to talk, we can't sit.

Toward another, is blame, and confusion,
whom of us, will see; how will, we understand?
Already are we, deciding to speak, our opinion,
not even once, getting to know, one's shoes or land.

Us together, with respect, and tolerance,
why not now; what action, can we, now take?
Instead of us, causing harm, to everyone, 
we should, realize, what is, truly at stake.

For all, may not, and may never be,
what is the outcome; what are, we destroying?
The future of our children, can then, be in trouble,
if this, is the path, that our world, is going.


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THe monologue for burnt out subjects

The monologue of burnt out subjects 
==========================
The monologue of wind 
has stopped its hum a while 
admiring nothingness 
of this vale; there are stumps 
of trees where verdant 
has once been scalded by 
a famished forest flame. 
She sees the red flickers 
of light at the mute nights  
and choke them with pillows. 
The spots of burnt fears 
seeded her awake eyes.
The monologue of wind 
isn’t really its own;
it is what my shouts 
has become, some lame drones.
Of course the death of trees 
has long been predicted;
the way people has said
that our spell will end
and she will depart me  
there, in the forest
when the fire will 
begin from a corner…

In the vale, wind passes, hissing;
I am nowhere like those trees.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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We are so nearly there

We are so nearly there!
For further fly all our
Cherished aspirations
Than we could ever imagine!
Our bright hopes…
Though they be only thought
And so briefly seen…
Have breath and life!

What we once conceived
Of virtue and true living
Of beauty beyond
All our fondest dreams
That which came so close…
and was so real awhile…
Went softly streaming by
Veiled in silken clouds and airy wine

We were so nearly there!
We felt the flicker of life’s wings
Living things brushed past
But reaching out to touch we lost!
Oh, had we only known then
How to enter in!
But before we knew it
The vision had slipped on by and fled us!

What, seemed possible
Was now only a dream
And the emptier we felt for having seen!
But no bright purpose is ever lost
That once has been
Truth’s star is still there!
As deep inside as it is above
Where night’s endless light is!

Our mansion is kept!
Our heart voice mapped
Upon Love’s palm our place
And the everlasting vision etched!
Out held, kind, ever offering
Love’s hand is always there!
“We always may be
what we might have been.”


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'Yearning for Peace'


Warm thoughts ripple they take you to that place Where you use to smile Where u could paint the night sky Where the paintbrush Glide without hesitation You don't think You just feel What it felt like to let go Where the ticking of a clock Meant life - not to worry about death Life has moved so far away from that We are caught up in fear Caught up in heartache Pain and judgment Life has become a continuous battle A constant what if It was never intended this way We had to live freely We didn't have to fear our brothers Or fear the abuse of our sisters The throw of a dice Or maybe a wrong path Has brought us here Where the ill-informed and malicious Take away our peace Where a gunshot feels like the norm Where will this end? When will our homes become our freedom again?
©011220141510


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Soar

Scream upon your frustrations,
Whip them at the door.
Once you're done, let them go,
Move on; your future soars.


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- SINS OF THE DINOTHER -

...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...

We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to 
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity

The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...

Dolmened
"...for nothing but Humanity"
(ainsi a-t-on beau),
said Beckett '38,
'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses,  
glooms interrred in 
sorrows' ignorance
ignorance's sorrow, &
Entropy disavowed...

We, 
the Sons 'n Daughters fraught,
of Fossils' legacies, unbellowed
It Can't Happen Here!, sayeth
Saul's Seer, but
Whom recalls Sinclair's '35, now
a viscous internecine?

Shoot!,
are We answerable
to
"We suffer
'cause
We suffer," only
by
Massing for Weapons' Destruction?
Aye? Nay?
Of a rusting, Mammoth Morlde`
which neither
Lives-Loves
by
Higher Law?

            H.e.m.
            12.1.MMii.
            (Revised...)



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still-life with bath tub, still-life with life

paper coffee cup in the bath tub
perilous vessel

my tattoo, my nipples
landscape of my body
(the) humble temple

my essential truths are few
but i lay them at your feet,
my burdens into your heart
seeming smaller in that vastness

i can offer you myself
no more
but no less either

this i commit to permanence,
my permanence
my own pale ritual


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Christ Voice Made The Difference

Christ’ Voice Made A Difference! Christ’ voice made a difference in my life today! He spoke peace and love! And took my sins away! His voice made the difference, when nothing else could. All of my problems and failures, he understood! His voice made the difference, with words of healing and hope! He picked me up, when my life was on a “slippery slope!” His voice made the difference, in my moment of desperation! It brought peace to my heart and sweet inspiration! His voice made the difference when everything else failed me! I listen to his voice! it brings love all around me! His voice can make the difference for you! Won’t you listen? You’ll never know “what in the world,” you’re missin! His voice speaks peace to all fears! And life’s raging storms! His love will “glue together,” a life that’s “wrecked and torn.” His voice is all you need! It brings assurance His gift of eternal life is 100% “life insurance!” His voice beckons... Our lord calls our name! I’m glad I listened! I’m very glad he came! His voice is what’s important! And very much needed! It’s only through Christ, that our life is completed! By Jim Pemberton


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Puff Puff

My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth




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' Rise And Climb ... '

… to Stoop to that Level
… I have to Fall from Grace

… that Which is Beneath Me
only Educe a Downcast Face

… but, I would never Lower My Standard
to Equal a Crazed
Unconscionable Candor
And Rancor Debased…

… so, Snip, Snap, Yip and Yap …
Honestly, I’ll Pray for ‘ Me ’ and You
… for That, is the Wide Gap
and Difference Between The Dry Well  and Living-Water True

yet, I Humbly Bow My Head
so I can Lift Up Hope…
… and Hands and Hearts-make-Glad 
… to Voices Shared …  in Words ‘He’ Spoke

‘Cause,  I  am  ‘ ‘MoonBee ‘ … I’ll Not Cavil 
and to Let My Light Shine …

I’ll Never Stoop to That Level
… I Must Only Rise …  and Climb …


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to The Public

Not really a poem, but the truth of my being.

To the Public
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. 
Why, I do not know.  They just flow and all follow a story.  I write my innermost thoughts with 
the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. 
I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work 
from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do 
draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, 
but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and 
depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of 
them.  I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them.  But all of them follow a story to 
the end.  I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat 
my Brain.  I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of 
my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks.  When a situation arises, I just 
know which ones will deserve recognition to be told.  I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my 
hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain.  I create my own remedies 
from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am 
the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience.  Anyone else who suffers from this can 
contact me at trenton6896@yahoo.com.  I am willing to tell you the recipe for my
Creations.  I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine.  All I say is true to fact.
							William Lewis Moore
							June 28, 2011


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Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


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Remembering

Remembering stolen moments of a dream
And silvery-gold ripples on a stream
As lively notes of bird songs fill the air
Infused with scented blossoms everywhere

Remembering a profound title of a book
That gave rise to take a deeper look
To find some inspiration for the heart
Of vivid words in other forms of art

Remembering emotional currents deeply felt
Of happiness and hardships keenly dealt
To reminisce on lavender tinted sky
And wispy clouds that gently float on by

Remembering chocolate dark and smoothly sweet
That melts into a delicious, creamy treat
To fill your mouth with wondrous delight
And impels you to take another bite

Remembering stolen pleasures you have known
And how fast time itself has flown
To live a life without fear or regret
Held in sacred memory less you forget


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Morning Light

When all seems lost and you can't see...

When things go bad as bad as bad can be...

When you are out of food and there's no money...

Just remember the joy of a bird in flight.

Remember when Jesus gave a blind man site.

Remember the love and beauty of the creators might.

Remember that darkness fades and then comes the morning light !

                                                                            For GOD by Perri Voge


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In Buddha's Shadow

Crystal lake mirrors
bare branch blossoms,
floating petals drift like snow.

Sacred sanctuary in this garden
as sunrays spill over Buddha's image;
a hallow sight, his radiant glow.

Many that have gone before me
and have passed this way again,
the importance of devotion know.

We are beings of the springtime
here to gain enlightenment
to help our inner light to grow.

It matters not the purse we carry,
nor how our appearance is perceived,
only that love and kindness flow.

My subject is 'Buddha' for Amy Green's 'Choose One, Have Fun!' contest


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Heaven's Bloom

Come to know our inner aspirations...
Come to know the relations of thought frequency manifestations...
Come to know simplicity sprinkled within the multiplicity...
Come to know love with its purity intentions...
Come to know yourself without fear hesitations...
Come to know living joys essence found in this moments presence...
Come to know yourself as the way, the truth, the light...
Do this unto your heart; allow yourself the worthiness being the created creators gestation...


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' Uni-Verse...' (Haiku # 11)

   ‘ Uni-Verse ’   Haiku  # 11

        Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
     ... Gave Beginning – Birth !


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How Can I Make It Without Christ


How Could I Make It Without Jesus?

Without Jesus…  How could I hope to make it?
I could try to just get by in life.  And just “fake it.”

For many years, I lived like I didn’t need him.
I wouldn’t accept his love or even believe him!

My life was filled with things I wanted to accomplish.
But soon, my life needed to be “replenished.”

I tried to live without God the best way I could.
I tried to live the kind of life that I would call “good.”

But, matter how “good” that I was pretending to be.
There was still a lot of sin deep inside of me!

My life became one big mess.   I was so ashamed!
I knew Jesus was near. 
 So I called on his name.

I asked him if he could forgive me for all I had done.
What a wretched life, I had become!

Jesus reached out with his arms wide open.
Mercy and forgiveness were the words spoken!

I’m so thankful for everything that he did!
And so very grateful for all he was willing to give!

He gave to me so much.  When I didn’t deserve any!
He took my sins away!  And there were many!

He gives me the strength to make it through the day.
Through every trial and problem...  He makes a way!

Christ’ love for me is very precious and sweet!
With him in my life.  I am complete!

By Jim Pemberton


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' Thankful ...' 41st Senryu

Thankful, For Earth-Love …
  Life … Also Family Of …
   So … All The Above


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Patience

It takes to keep a peace of mind,
For patience is something learned throughout time.
I will say it's hard to remain patience, in a place where
everything planned seems to unwind.It is only one's
hope that society can release it's mind of anixeties held
captured in our minds,Patience seems so difficult to achieve
one might think it's easy to perceive.Yet you truly have to believe
you will accomplish this unacomplishable thing.Even though our patience,
is tried at every moment it is up to you to verify that you own it.
For patience in it true essence is hard to find,For us as a society to uptain it
we must redeem ourselves worthy of it's prime for we our blind,
to a peace of mind.Hopefully one day we can wake with little worries,
and take what is free and won't cost us a thing and that is patience.


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An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight

and though a lifetime ago it seems

she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams

and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire

while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above

for here is where I always hope to be

anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea

so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought

and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought

so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue

and know forever that these scribbled words

are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...




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A fresh start

A peace seems to grow as I progress through this day
It seems to become part of me infused in what I say
Things I’ve seen many times look brand new today
I find some comfort as I leave the safety of the bay.

Little drops of happiness are falling from the sky
The rain just keeps on falling as the clouds float by
Still, I wonder where I fit and I wonder why
Everything becomes a part of something larger than I.

The rain used to make me sad but something has changed
Not completely different maybe just rearranged
I seem to see beauty in everything I see
I see what is and hope for what may be.

I’m feeling rather happy everything is going my way
The past is slowly fading the demons have gone away
I see this peace growing inside of my heart
From the ashes of the end comes this new fresh start.


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a day without

dark pavement 
covered with wind-blown leaves
tonight, every object
shining in the midnight gutters
is at first a quarter.
my hand fights 
to keep the hair out of my face
the shape of the gesture reminds me of you
& places less cold
than the sidewalk
of this forgotten town.
thoughts:
something about the way 
you mentioned my wings
as though they'd be obvious 
to every eye
or
that touch 
in a not so distant moment
this dream made real
something i'm scared i'll wake from.
i think it will be a while,
before i find that quarter.
how long until morning?



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Tender Mercies

 

Tender mercies come from above

One by one from Gods hand of love

Tender mercies are so divine

Filling our hearts, souls and our minds



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These Are Dificult Times for So Many Without A Job


These Are Difficult Times! These are difficult times, with many frustrations. Many people in hardships and difficult situations! Many are filled with worry and concern. Not really knowing which direction to turn. As more are getting dependent on government. Many without work have lost any kind of fulfillment. While many seek what seems to be the best “plan.” Cries of hopelessness ring throughout the land! I, too, have been without work in the past. Wondering how much longer it would last. The months that went by, turned into years… As I sought assurance for my worries and fears. The only true peace and security I have found. Has brought love, when life came “crashing down.” I found that what really matters the most! Is Jesus! And letting him hold me close! I knew if I lost everything that was around me… God’s presence and peace still surrounds me! He made it very evident and so clear. Whatever happens in life... HE IS ALWAYS HERE! He picked me up when I felt lonely and depressed! With him in my life… I felt comforted and blessed! My problems didn’t disappear in just one day! But through life’s trials… God made a way! Whatever difficulty or problem you may face… Won’t you accept God’s gift of mercy and grace? He can do more than any other power can do! And brings meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” By Jim Pemberton


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Scars

I am not ashamed of my scars
they are unique
they are a part of me
they are memories
and battle wounds
different shapes
odd sizes
each with its own tale to tell
they are a road map of my life
a sharp left up the side of a vicious palmetto
a short detour to meet that scalding iron
multiple trips under the surgeons cold blade
and an extended road trip at my own hands
so many stories
some good
some bad
all mine
no, I'm not ashamed of my scars
in fact I own them
I wear them with pride
they set me apart
they are what makes me...
me


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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


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God's Message to Man 2/2

God’s Message to Man				2/2


Man, O Man, 

I also gave you the most precious gifts of music and poetry,
To drain out your hatred, dirt’s, anguish, agonies and pains,
I gave you the wonderful childhood, the beauty of being in adolescence 
And the most sweet and splendid, the gift of being young,
 
And to feel the strengths and pleasures of being young.
I gave you wisdom and maturity, with the gift of knowledge sublime,
Beyond every thing, the rare gift of music to sooth your throbbing heart.

I also gave you, a bunch of beautiful Religions, beliefs and faiths,
I gave you all these, so that you can enjoy the pleasures in Peace,
I have given you every thing O Man, by which you could have made,
A heaven on this beautiful earth.

But Man, O Man, What in return, you have given to Your God,
Only hatred, greed, violence, unrest without a sign of peace anywhere on earth
But what has bothered Me a lot, 
Is your act of spoiling this beautiful earth 

You have spoiled every thing; I gave to you to make your life happy, 
So that you may live with peace and love,
Should I take back every thing, I gave to you?
Before you destroy this priceless wealth, by you acts.

Think and rethink, O Man,
The first thing which you should do 
Is to decrease your over burdening population,
Or else I will have to do some thing to do so,
It is never too late to improve yourself.
Provided you can hear My Voice,  O Humans



Ravindra

Kanpur India 20th April 2010 2010



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Collaborating in the clouds- Gods Hold

If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold,
   Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold,
   Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man,
   Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again?

God would send out his best hands to hold,
   Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold.

If only our love could behold
   Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold
   Gifts to to God to wash our sin
   Equipped pillars stories told

Thoughts about God mirrors my pen


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The Waking World

To go up you must first go down
To go out you must first go in
To get the picture you must see through it
To understand you must listen
To understand you must stop thinking
To understand you must live it
It isn't and It is
You aren't and you are
We do and we do not
maerd dna pu ekaw


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Euphoria

Such power in just a motion
Like flicking on a switch
I wish it all was that easy
One simple, final fix

One solution to life’s problems
 Not just a band-aid for the pain
A ticket to a world that’s quiet
Where you’ll never feel the rain  

No decisions, drama, catastrophes
To lead your mind astray
 All those years of troubles 
Washed clean in one short day

No more cell of a world around you
Confining, destroying your mind
Conforming your thoughts through its poison
No more wasting all your time 

So I’m praying through the tears
For the courage to just move my finger
I know the world will go away
If I suck it up and pull the trigger


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Being Content With What You Have is a Virtue

Being Content With What You Have Are the riches in life what you wish to obtain? "Godliness with contentment is of great gain." Being content and Godly is often difficult to do. With the constant plasures of life alluring you. "How can one be content?" You may ask. God will never require of you an impossible task. A peace beyond understanding you will find. When you begin to walk with a Christ-like mind. The tresure of knowing Jesus will abide very well. He gives more joy than words could ever tell! "Take this world but give me Jesus," will be your heart's cry. All of your needs--God will supply! True contentment comes from falling in love with him. His grace is sufficient for what "feels empty within." Don't be "held down" by things only temporary. Enter God's haven of rest... His sanctuary! The joy of knowing Jesus will bring peace to your soul! By allowing him to bring restoration and to make you whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Stop Complaining Now

were you born that way--
complaining all of the time;
if not, stop it now


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

You Speak, In Surrender

You speak— to me without an utterance
	In every sunset you speak

Brilliant orange hues dance fervently, igniting all in sight; 
setting the horizon ablaze. A gentle sapphire tide gently, beckons the crimson fire to 
subside, as dying embers bid the day goodnight. 

You speak— to me without making a sound
	In every season of rain you speak

Lightening penetrates the thresholds of cloud cloaked heavens; earth is left to 
helplessly spectate its flashing, fury. Plants exhale as raindrops kiss their parched 
surfaces, the famished land is quenched. 

You speak— to me without words
	In my every waking moment and breath

Reverberating, as a cymbal, rhythmically thumping to divine cadences, this heart 
echoes your beats. Life, endlessly longing for the ageless One, pulsates and courses 
through my veins causing my lungs inhale mercies, and breathe out grace, from the 
slumber of dusk to the brisk winds of dawn and daybreak, your breath revives my 
soul, stirring me. I’m awake.

 You speak— to me without declaration
	In the battle of life and every war 

Vanquished, a casualty of this life’s mortal combat; carnage; has laid waste, and 
destruction has met this arsenal of strife. Laying down all arms, without a treaty this 
casualty caught a glimpse, from a distance, of your banner, fluttering liberty and 
peace, which so effortlessly urged my arm in your direction; baring a fist tightly 
clenched to a white flag clamped to the end. This soul now soars in a gust of freedom 
in reckless-abandonment in a fresh existence, a new surrender. 


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UNDER THE HAND OF JAH


                         My ponderous thoughts make me so breathless
                          Could it be the reason for me to be so listless?
                                  Is that why my mind is so malicious
     	 Is that why dark spirits find the depths of my heart such an
                                                    idyllic haven               
       But the velvet haze soothes my inner beast and comes to my rescue
      Makes me hatch from my shell and start to view life in clarity with all its 		
			       prosperity
                                 It bleeds me dry of all my evil thoughts
                                  Feeds my soul with a purposeful cause
                   Wise men of Judah appear and fill my mind with reason
             Angels descend through the sweet thick fog above the horizon   
                       As I hold hands & dance with the angels of heaven
             My soul twirls inside my body as we float up into the heavens
        They guide me upwards into the night-sky with hands as soft as linen
            They charade through the clouds & my spirit feels like singing
     Smoke billowing in the moonlight above the clouds while below the rain 		
			         drizzles
           The sky quenching the dry arid crusty earth with its pure liquid 		
			         crystals    
                                     Makes me sprout from my seed and
                                                      Forever grow
 


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I Need To Hear The Voice Of God



During my life…  I’ve heard from many voices.
I’ve been offered advice and many choices.

There’s many who want to tell me what to do..
I just never know what everyone’s up to.

But there’s a voice that matters the most.
It’s the voice that I’ve already chose!

It’s a still small voice that calls out my name…
It’s different from the others.  It’s not the same!

It’s a voice that rings loud and very clear.
It lets me know that God is very near!

It’s a voice that speaks very gently…
It reassures me of God’s love evidently.

This voice has made a difference like no other.
It’s words are sweeter than the sweetest butter!

It’s the voice of Jesus that makes all of the difference.
And has given to me a life-changing experience!

As I grow old, and the days just “go by faster.”
I’ll take the time and listen to
 my Lord and master!

Won’t you take time and listen to this voice?
And allow God’s spirit to be your first choice?

His voice can bring peace to life’s raging storms…
Your life can be 100% transformed!

His voice can make a difference in your life today!
Al you have to do is; listen, trust and obey!

By Jim Pemberton


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For the Everyman

Counting beans by the sun
through the California twilight
yearning for a past yet undiscovered
Ambitious wavelengths of
earned emancipation growing ever
to the trembles of a call from
high above
Reaching the peak, alas,
vision obscured by the
journey's destination
never carefully known
So for eternity the beans keep
counting, wondering for whom
their number turns to fate
unaware that the mighty have
fallen to the heights of
ever more


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We don't believe....

Wings beat through the wind of change
Echoing drumsong on etheric skins
We swoop to existence to feast upon
Fermented stories plucked from Eden’s memory
Drunk on the possibilities of harvests fulfillment
We migrate to a new golden dawn
Still loving you for the hope
as it springs eternal
from the nail bed of your wounded heart.
Who will part
the heavens for thee
as Moses parted the Sea?
Suffer.
Suffer little children.
Be meek, be poor,
endure
another round
of Karmic delight
as the light
remains hidden
under a bushel of fear
and we are left here
living the fall out
scurrying about
in the destruction of our leaving.
We have all been deceiving
the holy ghost
and at the very most
we can try to be kind
but the human mind
is so disconnected from heart
that we do not know where to start
to heal.
We can only feel
as deep as our pain has allowed us
It runneth over, our cup.
They nailed you up
and left you there to bleed
their greed
for suffering, licking lips at the sight of pain
and once again
they're howling for blood and bone.
War alone
shows us, I suppose.
Not enough the rows on rows
where desert grows
crosses born
to die in scorn.
We all die.
Heads severed and hung to dry
just trying to please
bodies blowing in the breeze
strange fruit indeed.
Yet you still bleed
from every church wall and cemetery
yet your cross is very
very old.
I've been told
your Mother died
For one whole year she cried
at the agony of betrayals cost
as all was lost
of that bright dream.
It sure doesn't seem
any better to me.
Jealousy
and greed
precede.
I know we have to change
and rearrange
our thinking.
We've made a stinking
mess of the wisdom taught.
We got caught
in thinking, that life is so tough
we could never be enough.
You told us, these things we could do and more
we just don't believe you anymore.
 


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Loud Thoughts

I'm trying to write a poem,
so I need to sit here in peace.
Just an hour or so, at least.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm feeling a little on edge,
but I've managed to stay calm
by listening to my favorite song.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm burning a soothing candle
that smells of creamy toffee.
Of this stress, I must be free.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm sitting here by myself
and I still can't concentrate.
It's getting really late.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm going to need some sleep.
You’re still here, playing your games.
Let me get to the end of this page.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm thinking all day long.
Because of you, I can't forget
hopes for tomorrow and yesterday’s regrets.
I told you to be quiet.


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A Humble Prayer

Lord, in Your greatness
Grant me peace
To look upon my bretheren poor
And hatred for to cease.

Let me not from my place on high
Look on wretches with pity
Grant me sense to be one with them,
Grant me humility.

For who am I but Your own toy
Who You made more fortunate,
Gave me all that I need
And many reasons to celebrate.

I thank Thee, Lord, for my gifted mind
For house and home and family
And I thank Thee for a healthy frame
And vision for my mind to see.

I ask not for riches, exceeding fame,
For pelf and power, I do not sigh.
Lord, grant me the strength
To look a fellow in the eye!


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The Name of the Shade

There is a word for that color
That one
That one fixed perfectly snugly
Between blue and green
That shade the ocean turns
When it is cold
And foggy
And seals appear to be something other
Something half human
And half sentient guardian.

That shade
That one
That you sometimes see on peacock tails
And taste in fairy tales
Like lime and ether
In Shadow Lands
Shadow Lands
Lands you know how to get to
But can never find on any map.

There is a word for that shade.
There is a name for her
The one that was never born
At least not out loud
The one that wears her robes like mummy dust
That saves her soul through blood lust
That one
That one that knows how many stars
It will ultimately take
To buy a brand new moon.


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