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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ancient Warrior

I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. 

Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky
I see the wings of eagles flying by
Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare
Her spirit one with you now over there.

You hear the drums, they bid you to come near,
Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear.
Song like prayers are chanted through the night,
Calling you come, and help them end their plight.  

You’ve heard sad cries and now stand at their side,
You join the prayers with both arms open wide,
United spirits sing until the dawn,
When in the fire’s flames a golden fawn.

Remembering a smile crosses your face,
When tribes were one with Mother Nature’s grace.
The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear,
Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear.

The weightless feathers that adorn your head
Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead.
Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change
While here on earth your people rearrange.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.21.2014
Giorgio A.V. Contest 
Iambic Pentameter 
1st place


Details | Rhyme | |

Fear

Trust in your fear
As it speaks with a voice
Or you'll be left in pieces
With no longer a choice

For your fear will take over
In vociferous chant
To pieces you will collapse
In meandering rant

So when ever this word
Called fear appears
Don't fall to pieces
Or your soul disappears




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Hunter's Children Cry

He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees.

A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse.
His gun caressed the warmth of flannel sleeves.
The silent hunter, stalking, tiptoed near.
A golden-red meandered through the leaves.

The sun began to rise above the knoll.
It shone upon dark eyes; the gun rose high.
The pheasant flickered leaves; then, heard a crunch.
He recognized the scent; the man walked nigh.

Red feathers, brightly accented with gold,
Were ruffled as he took his fighting pose.
The cockerel next to man had no defense.
So, high above the trees the pheasant rose!

His hungry children waited back at home.
He rushed along the trail up to the crest.
The pheasant lost from view; his stomach growled.
The hunter and his gun had done their best.

At noon, the hunter rested on a log.
The water in his canteen, nearly dry,
No morsel did he eat as day grew long.
The stealthy man could hear his children’s cry.

December 1, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Forest

The night like clouded charcoal scorched,
A sea of trees with starlight torched.
A night where laws are sound asleep,
Anarchic prayers running deep.

Alone I hear the wretched screams
Of screeching trees... or so it seems.
The cries protract into the air,
Without a sound they disappear.

The shrieks have bartered now anew
With sounds of meat and boney chew
Discharging from the faithless trees
And snarling with my memories.

But creatures' gruesome growlings drown.
I smell the gunpowder and frown.
The waging sounds of war advance
In battle stance with gun and lance.

The sounds of bleeding men enhanced,
The sounds of fate and time and chance,
No sooner do they cross the trees
Than fade as all their voices freeze.

But worse than bombshell sounds occur;
The storms, the winds, the thunder stirs.
The roars that shake the forest's roots,
The flowers, soil, and passion fruits

A rainy resonance restocks
The grass the air the woods the rocks
And washes with its dancing tingle
All the sounds that intermingle:

A dreaming forest in the night,
And trapped within its fanfare fright,
It chokes me in its thunder thrill
And hangs me in the silence still,
And hangs me in the silence still.


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Rhyme | |

A Rage Against The Storm

A Rage Against The Storm


Alas! against the storm I did bellow,
you bloweth upon the wrong fellow
My soul you have now so sorely tried
fear, your gift has now so surely died!

Nature feeds your evil blowing wrath,
I curse your daring this upon my path
Heaven's powers ignore your wicked deeds
you the rot that eats away joy's seeds!

Hark! all the destruction you have wrought,
fruits of sins that man surely has bought
Yet, I defy your right to so hammer me
I, the strongest root of my family tree!

Rage on , tear out the withered and the old
This man defies you with a heart very bold!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014


Details | Free verse | |

An Early, Experimental Poem of Alternate Lines

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face.  The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence.  A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around.  A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs.  Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck.  Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine.  The trees --
appearance.  Altogether so.  Oh well.
Quiet.  Steady.  Sturdy.  Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.


Details | Rhyme | |

You have it all

Written as the words poured out after I read a lady’s poem this morning on the 
soup.

You have it all

I hear it all. I read it all
All the lack of life’s contentment
The mind goes on, and on and on
Pouring out resentment
Cause this is what mind’s all about
It’s fickle and it’s dull
Mind can always cause one trouble
But never make one whole.

You’re given all you need my friend
To have heart filled with joy
All you need is self-acceptance
But your world you do destroy
By wanting what you cannot have
As you live for future days
Or the past that’s gone forever
Hey lady, Lift your gaze.

You were given everything
The day that you was born
The sun, the flowers, the birds that sing
The beauty of the dawn
 But now you’ve let your mind take over
So you live in misery
Learn to still the thoughts, my friend
And then you will be free

22 July 2014 @ 0647hrs.


Details | Elegy | |

Sorrowful unto death

Sorrowful unto death
(Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV)

He that increases true wisdom increases grief...
exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove,
and to know serpent knowledge is to know,
how the house of Love  was divided, that sorrow is in learning,
how many there are deceived of themselves….

                                                                       
To be harmless as a dove is to be love,
to be of a serpentine jester is to pester,
to pester life as a jester of strife...
is to be twain in total vain.
Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment…

The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee,
opening the sacred heart gives one options to see,
the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee,
tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree…
the nature of life’s tree eternally… 

To be is, to be, of the nature of life’s tree,
not to be, is to be, of  thine own ciestrine… 
                                                       Selah! 


Details | Ballade | |

Everything goes round in circles

Everything goes round in circles.

Everything, it goes in circles
So why the worry all the time?
It seems to me all our impatience
It really is  a blessed crime
Always frightened death will touch us
Thinking there is but one life
Fear is such a foolish action
Gets us all in so much strife.

In nature there is not a straight line
Straight lines just exist in mind
The seasons sun and moon above us
Look at them and you will find
That all of them go round in circles
Everything goes round and round
I have looked, it seems forever
And this is all I’ve ever found.

And so my friends just drop your worries
Don’t be foolish, live your life
Without the fear, and the impatience
These they cause you too much strife
Life goes on, it does forever
Take a look so deep within
To worry, worry till forever
This is such a blessed sin.

17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.












Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


Details | Rhyme | |

Melancholy Faun

Wooden paths I seek forlorn,
I miss the smell where I was born.
The coolest air of blossoms bloom 
no longer wait for me to loom.
No canopy to be my roof ~
now ashes scattered under hoof.
I had to leave I couldn't stay,
they took upon themselves that day:
destroying what I miss the most ~
My home,
 now just a charcoal ghost.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Betrayal Of The Soul

.
A
Young
Mother
Rocks baby
Singing  happy song
Love in its purity bonding
Daddy slips into the arms of another woman


Details | Free verse | |

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


Details | Epitaph | |

Whispers Of An Angry Wind

With blaring voice,

You've stolen her life away.

I think,

My heart shall ne'er mend.

Caused you the trees to snap,

And sway.

Now the softness of your voice,

Scarcely causes the grass

to bend.


Details | Blank verse | |

Yard Work

Yard Work

I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled 
fixed against the drain pipe, 
its wings tight against its body. 
It didn't stir. 
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.

A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.

I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care 
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.

It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.

Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds 
that fall
from their nests 
or the sky
every day 
from now until eternity.


Details | Ballade | |

Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


Details | ABC | |

Amassed

Amassed bulging clouds Dashing enmity fusion, generously hovering In jellylike kneaded layaway Mysterious noir over Prairies quietly resting Suddenly trapped under Vicious wind’s X rated Yelling zeal. CarolineCecile - 10.15.12


Details | Ode | |

Ode to a Woodpecker

The ladder backed pecker,
like a prison uniform.
Caught-up in exposing
the truth beneath the bark,

of the poet's apple tree.
We prefer ourself in spring;
with tiny little flowers,
and the fruit of possibility.

Yet, if not for the woodpecker,
tapping holes into poems,
we might not ever see
the flesh and blood of raw meat.

I will climb that ladder back,
escape pre-decreed standards.
Tap into that syrupy mixture
and suck-out truth from hard wood.

Yes, lessons from a jail bird.
A pest in the Avian Kingdom.
Wisdom from the little rebel,
beat-out of a tree.


Details | Lyric | |

To the Sea

To The Sea 

Sea, 
I look to you 
For answers 
To the questions that swirl like your currents in my mind 
Are you as unfathomable as my heart? 
Do your swells exceed the passions rising within me? 
Does your churning and pounding match the rhythm of my pulse? 
Is your water as cold as the loneliness here? 
Does the salt you contain taste the same as my tears? 
Does your thunderous crashing on rocks at the shore 
Equal the tempest that rages in my soul? 
Do you harbor secrets in your depths as I do? 
Are you roiling below the surface with anticipation? 
Do you long for a visitor to break the horizon... 
As I long for my Love? 
Does the wail that rises from your hollow reefs 
Blend with the plaintive cry from my lips? 
Can the overture played on your delicate shells 
Drown out the sound of my siren song? 
Sea, I have loved you, Sea, I have known you... 
We feel the same, we sound the same 
We give the same, we take the same 
We are one 
And the same 
You and I, 
Your mournful soulmate 




© Copyright Donna Golden July 10, 1999


Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond the Distant Horizon

The open sea
Seems endless
In every direction for me

The last accompanying sail
Gone over the edge,
The tip of the mast
A sight I found a comfort
Is now a thing of the past

All alone on a world
With no end
Sailing alone
With a heart to mend

No ocean liner
Or luxury yacht for me
A simple boat
On this useless sea

If I make
Some distant shore
To sail once again
A desire I will have no more


Details | Rhyme | |

Run and Live

Tender torrent, week long moment
while the skies fill dark and crimson
Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening
while my heart trips over itself
Call the whisper, brother, sister
sweep the sky with your liquid eyes
Tin the rooftops, as the heart stops
waiting for thunder to stomp the air
Birds stop singing, ears are ringing
as the clomping rain pools up
Trees kiss soil, burnt turmoil
while the wind lets loose her breath
Run for cover, father, mother
beg the sky to lift you high
If you listen, brother, sister
you will hear the sound of death.


Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness

Darkness falls all around thee
All around me the midnight comes
Rolling in with swiftness and greed
Consuming me completely and to the fullest
I welcome the cold and silence
Inside I toss and turn
Burning, yearning,withering
I find peace in the darkness
Darkness finds peace in me


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Free verse | |

Change

Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that, 
Like a bubble in the air 
Have to be content with only 
Being fidgety inside myself. 

When the rocks try to stop 
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied, 
Breaking its head on the rocks, 
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.

Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over 
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?

Unable to do much about oppressive relations, 
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom 
endowed by nature, in relations.

But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness 
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression, 
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.

Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy 
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.

the volcanoes are also destined to remain 
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.


Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'


Details | Limerick | |

Cheaper To Keep Her (Divorce Club)

(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey*

Queen Bee sits on throne,
Bumble and drone bees as one
Sample flowers dew

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(Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation*

Indeed this is how the story unfolds,
Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"...
Love had taught a sad lesson;
Divorce court was now in session,
Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes...

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

(Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee*

Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers"....
"Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"!






Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



Details | Free verse | |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 


Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Cinquain | |

The Ugly Truth

Riches
Rampant beneath
The surface, a body
Dressed in curves, hard edges, and sea
Bounty.

Goodness
That is needed
By the masses, a gift,
Yet used for self gain carelessly 
A rift.

By those
Who pursue greed
Seeking gains and power
Without the checks and balance of
Nature.

We see
The ugly truth
Over the globe, high bill
Of disasters and waste so crude
Oil Spills.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.29.10

For the Team Poetry Soup contest.


Details | Ballad | |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

haiku

nature's wrath in the wind forgiveness


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Limerick | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


Details | Ballade | |

Life's sweet mystery

Life’s sweet mystery

I just got out of Hospital
I'm so glad free, I be
I hate to be without my freedom
I lust, to just be free
And yet, I learned a thing or two
As I lay within that bed
A hundred things came to me
And gathered in my head.

I was subjected there by boredom
It picked and pecked at me
It really, really drove me crazy
Then I began to see
Countless miles of empty space
And all of it is me
I heard the silence notice me
And learned my soul to see.

Then gone was all this boredom
When it came back some more
The silence whitewashed over it
With the power of its roar
As the mystery of those happy trees
They gave their hearts to me
All boredom was transcended then
By life’s sweet mystery.

9 April 2014 @ 0904hrs.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Unfairness of the Infinite

Emptiness Prevails,
Forever Rules.
We, between,
Exist,
Die.


Details | Free verse | |

Lunophilia

The remnants of my breakfast 
resemble the remnants of 
my nocturnal glowing chimera. 
The yellow streaks left 
by the bulls eye (sunny-side up)
were like the broken moonbeams 
that spilled through my trembling fingers
over my face, forcing me to confront 
my insomnia, my nightmares.
I wake up and stare at the moon.
Corpulent and cavernous,
a trap door in that aerial abyss
with its pale yellow that sucks out 
colours from every object it touches
with the steady consistency of 
a recurring hallucination. 
Mesmerizing, maddening
Sole witness to my 
dreary ramblings.

         -  Jeena Mary Chacko (May 29, 2011)


Details | Free verse | |

The sweetness

There’s some honey, so you can take they said
There’s some sugar, you might enjoy they say
But then you might not enjoy it by the end.

Within the sweetness of the word,
 There’s the sweetness of the soul
But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn’t a foul
Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don’t do now.

There’s the sweetness that rests upon this body,
The sweetness streaming by the currents,
Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways,
Just cascading into another future

But then while forming now the present to the future.
This transformation brings great changes with it,
And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind
Creates a mess, a honed mess
But now the dandelion is dying.

Who would take care of the dandelion?
The now sweet dandelion,
That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness,
Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun.

Anna~


Details | Prose Poetry | |

To weather the storm

Storms above me, storms below, Storms of violence, Storms of sadness, Storms of anger Storms of people laughing, mocking my existence Sorrow, and the joy of the few lights of hope and friendship echoes Through the storms The storms surround me night and day No land sight Poseidon’s rage is all I see No mercy found, twix’t night and day But for the brief repast The gift night brings To weather the storms I travel unseen, unheard Past those who give the storm its powers To the places in my dreams Where night and day are side by side And Wolves gather below the moons Midday and night, to sing Their songs of peace Of legends from long ago Of loyalty to their pack And the fight to survive. To weather the storms I look to the wolves As a cub, to the mother The strong live to be the hunters Whilst the weak become the prey The storm takes all Partial to none it hunts One by one, boat by boat, all fall to the storm Human, Animal, Angel, Demon, the storm resides in us all waiting to take hold to drag us to its depths when hope is gone darkness rules until the Light is found hope is gone


Details | Lyric | |

As the river flows

As the river flows

As the river flows
So surely to the sea
It’s power be a wondrous sight
As it roams the land so free
The path of no resistance
Is how she lives each day
I will learn from this old river
I need to live this way.

As the river flows
She takes all in her stride
Not dogged by expectations
Not held back by her pride
She flows into the ocean
She knows this be her home
She has no need to hurry
She’s just content to roam.

Oh, I’ll be like that river
That’s how I’ll live my life
All free from fear and worry
Until my time is rife
To join that mighty ocean
All filled with sweet devotion.

As the river flows
And things get in her way
She knows to never struggle
Just flows from day to day
And lets the power take her
To where she needs to go
Her softness melts all obstacles
Albeit, oh so slow.


Details | Acrostic | |

My trip

Our trip

W e went up to Exmouth, it took us five days
I  nto hot furnace winds, the days were ablaze
N o relief was in sight for north we were bound
T here it is so rare that cool weather be found
E veryone goes there,  cause fish can be caught
R eports of good fishing make these places sought.

26 August 2013 @ 1203hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?


Details | Free verse | |

Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Free verse | |

Your First Tee

Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant. 
Anticipation of performance consumes your thoughts, one, two, 
three and the spot light shifts. The wait of everyone’s eyes seem 
to mushroom on your approach, and the most minute sounds 
become ever so present.

Hoping your body will remember, you take your last gasp of air, 
all you can do at this point is pray for something respectable. 
As your eyes ascend and gaze down the fairway you exhale, 
for this time you have escaped.

Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant.


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Anger and Creativity

Another Old Piece of Writing. I was 18 when I wrote this one

Too many thoughts, I see
Frustration inspired writer’s block,
Eyes red and pulse racing
A word is heard, my mind locks,
Pencil tapping and imagination free
I am evil, I feed on hate,
My original nature is calling me
To fight it now is much too late,

My name is fear, eyes are dark
Anger flows through me like a flood,
My hand begins to write it away
As I glide through seas of bad blood,
I push out innocence and embrace loathing
My nightmares copy my breathing,
Verse after verse is brilliantly written
My creativity thrives, my soul is bleeding,

For a moment my nature is free
Briefly my darkness causes fear,
the trembling hand finishes the verse
Reminding me of goals I am near,
As anger becomes restrained again
The finished piece deserves fame,
For to be the best, I release the real me
Thus, anger and creativity are exactly the same


Details | Sonnet | |

Arise

Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Hell's Prison

Her eye's are prosecuted to 
see, A darkened soul, now 
lingers, into anger and rage, 
against, this machined body, 
that exhausts my mind, with no 
way to return, It's existence, 
has been, captivated and 
buried, deep beneath, The 
floors, of burning tar, I cry 
hopelessly down, A rivered 
waterfall where they seep in A 
black hole wash, knowing that 
her reality, of it all has become 
her reaper, as she SNAPPS, 
back through to the hot seat, 
that roars inside her, The battle 
continues to race, these walls, I 
burn, in determination to 
heavens gate, Ashes-to-
ashes;Dust-to-dust, I'm asking 
my ALMIGHTY'S forgiveness, to 
let me come home, cause 
there's NO ICE-WATER here, at 
HELL'S PRISON, for I am 
thirsty....To love again, as 
GOD'S apostle.......


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh, the Rain!

Caught the scent of the earth divine
The clouds are here, could sense the rain
Mind succumbs to the heart of love
Its time to rejoice, no matter how!

Listen to the trees smile and scream
The rustle of the leaves makes the surrounds gleam
The drops from the heaven make the earth come alive
The birds fly home, the kids jump and dive

The winds scare away the thundering clouds
The clouds run for cover, comes out the sun proud
The drops disappear as steam, makes the earth frown
The sky looks dry, the spirits go deep down


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Lyric | |

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… 


Details | Couplet | |

Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Acrostic | |

A Drone No More

Beyond the safety of the trees
In heaven’s realm of azure seas
Relying on the lifting breeze
Defying earth’s unwelcome hold
Serenely soaring as they please.

A feathered freedom calls to me
Neath humbling burdens of a bee
Despite the heart of one who’s free

Before I’m crushed beneath the strain
Escape, I must, this droning bane
Emerging bravely from my hive
Swept up, my flight I will obtain.




(For the Birds and the Bees contest)

I wrote this while trapped in the car pick up lane today, where I felt a bit too much like a 
drone bee!


Details | Haiku | |

Deadly Mistake

trip and splash
teeth take advantage and sink
flock must flee


Details | Verse | |

Life's Reason


LIFE'S REASON?

Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things?
this unanswered question is likely to so remain
we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain 
maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?,
or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings.

Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact
it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span
whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it 
given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act.

To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science
great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead
of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread
their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat 
in defiance. 

It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze,
there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old,
perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all  be told,
'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece"
hicky.


Details | Rhyme | |

The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Rhyme | |

Summers end

Summers end

It’s here at last
There’s just two days to go
The summer days are fading fast
With all the sun’s fierce glow

The rains we hope will be here soon
We haven’t had rain for months
The heat is getting people down
It’s giving them the grumps.

It will be nice to see green grass
As the rain begins to fall
And burnt shrubs their full strength regain
As the weather grows more, cool

I really love the summer season
But I’m so glad when it’s gone
If only for one single reason
That heat goes on and on!!!

10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

The God of love

The God of Love.

I watch the world, my heart cries out
"Oh Lord what be they doing?
They crush the rose with jackboot feet
As karma be accruing
As people fall like autumn leaves
As the old earth sucks them in
As they're blown to bits or slowly starved
Through all of wars grim din.

And no one sees the flowers grow
Or hears the sweet bird song
Or gazes at the clear blue sky
Or feels that they belong
as the whisper deep within them speaks
And tells of peace on Earth
No one seeks that golden flower
Or knows just what life's worth.

And does the God of love look down
Through all of powers noise?
As he watches all those people die
Is there any other choice?
And does he know this carnage
Be done in his good name?
Does it make him very, very sad
To watch our human games?

 2002


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fall

Don’t wanna fall
Don’t wanna feel this way anymore 
And don’t wanna see any disaster ´cause it eats my insides.
Everything is climbing by the walls, I built a while ago
And I am not safe, not anymore
Everything is crumbling and nothing is like it should be
I need a sparkle of hope in my way
A little candle held in the numb night of my heart
So I can get to see hope between this entire storm.

So from the storm's eye where everything is calm,
I can get to find a little hope,
within this devastation and misery,
I don't know if I should stay or should I go.

If I stay in this storm awaiting for a calm that might never come,
awaiting for the rain in the middle of the fire,
where I keep on fighting and there don't seem an end this winds.
the walls have crumbled away, now how can I cover myself?

If I go, well, what else is there other than this endless fight?
what am I gonna find at the end of that tunnel?
should I finish with this fight now?
without the knowledge of where does everything goes.

Should I fall within the petals of the pavot,
or should I keep on fighting for what I believe,
although I'm tiered,
although I don't know what I want anymore.



~Anna


Details | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






Details | Rhyme | |

Is This a Toll Call

We have hurled to heaven
a polished, golden disk
inscribed with symbols of our race.
And, night and day, we beam
a stream of radio waves to space.
We broadcast, in wide spectrum,
diffuse and scattered signals
from here to where(?).
We also listen, long and hard,
for whatever we may hear.
In our attempts to span the void,
what should we say to humanoid
or other minds that we might find?
Should we speak of rock; of crow of cock?
Of the once-fiery cores of stars -- collapsed
and denser now than densest stone?
Of light that's darker far than any
depth of night; of pulse; of tone?
Shall we speak of hair, and air? Of hints?
Of lava, seeped or spewed from vents?
Of sea-borne or of plains-born zephyrs?
Of hanging plant or swaying palm?
Shall we touch upon the calm
of thin, free ions strewn
through much of soupy space?
Shall we chat of heat and ice;
of energy unleashed? Of spark and flash;
of mean and nice -- of atom, or of Eve?
Shall we speak of cosmos and of bowers?
Of farm? Of flowers? Of yours and ours?
Of nothing? Of zero and of hero?
Of evil and of good?
Shall we talk of hate and haste;
of love; of taste -- below; above;
around? Of iron and of wood?
Or should we stick to lectures on
celestial navigation and our tools?
Can we talk? May we sing?
Will our phones ever ring
providing good connections,
bringing news that, pretensions
all aside, we're not the universe's
only singular and lonely fools.


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


Details | I do not know? | |

Clouds

Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;
Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies;
Winds, the winds bemoan their loss of reins and calm control;

Shades, the shades appear suffused, alone in lurid haze;
Trees, the trees enshroud the eyes of misty brooding woods;
Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, falling one by one;

Birds, the birds intone a tune, a mourning monody;
Grass, the grass surrenders blades, impaled in truant winds;
Fields, the fields imbibe and quaff to quench an arid thirst;

Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom;
Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores;
Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue


Details | Free verse | |

The spirit of water

Find me in the surge of the seas
Find me in the stillness of the lake 
Find me in the flow of the river 
find me in every cloud shape
Find in me the power to shape a stone
Find in me the relief of parched throats
Find me in the sorrow of a tear
Find me in the hiss of a doused fire
Find me frozen in a huge glacier
Find me in the dewdrop of a flower
Find me swirling in a hot cup of tea
Find me in IV
Find me happiest when I come down as rain 
For I am pure then sanctified by the heavens
Each day you see me touch me 
but do you feel my pain?
You, use me abuse me, dam me, pollute me,
leave me….
For you know I’ll come back as rain again.

Afroze 
Motif: Nature


Details | I do not know? | |

The Haunted Forest

Climbing, clawing, teeth grinding, gnawing
bitter seething while breathing rotten air

The path hair raising, amazing and a bit dazing
trees shaking and quaking as if making a dare

Leaves crunching and bunching underneath each footstep
I'm creeping with each move to sneak out of there!

Wind swirling and hurling particles of debris
it keeps howling, scooping and swooping as I head toward my lair

Sudden silence emerges.  There arises a calm at the end of the thicket.
It's Wonderful and inviting with silent moonbeams glow as I stare.





Details | Free verse | |

Vanishing Animals

(African human populations are being killed off by war,
famine, disease, and neglect...much like many rare
other species...when will we pay attention and try to
help them?)

Time,
stretching out, encompasses curtains,
on distant savannas, of shimmering heat.
And animals vanish:
ibex and antelope;
elephant; grouse.
Here once, now going or gone.
And time vanishes now.
Animals gone, one has no focus.
Moldering greenery, mute,
moves mainly in wind --
pliant life, submitting to breezes,
passive in sun. Rooted in spots
not chosen or won.
Plants do not vanish.
They prosper.
We do not prosper.
We vanish, as animal,
and go hardly noticed.
A dirge, as animals vanish.
We vanish unnoticed.


Details | Haiku | |

Thirsty

Laps up cool water
Lifts up head
Get off the toilet!


Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Free verse | |

Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


Details | Haiku | |

caged

I’m the only one
That hasn’t been taken to
Be a lab monkey

However, I’ve learned
That loneliness can be a 
Cage of its own kind


8/27/11

Received 5th place in "Natural and Beyond" Contest


Details | Free verse | |

My Soul, Crouching

Crouching beneath the oak tree, 
The calico cat waits.
A happy squirrel frolics above.
Then, the predator springs into action.

Enjoying peace beneath the oak tree.
Raking the leaves, happy hopes rise.
Prayerfully remembering God above. 
Embracing Mother Earth.
Watching butterflies in action –
Life colors, like the calico cat, decorate.
God’s bountiful blessings flood my heart.
Fragrance springs thoughts to the past.
Nostalgia frolics into my imaginings –
Then, come recollections. 

Reality never waits for happiness.
Dreading the predator.
Joy flees like a squirrel escaping. 
My soul, crouching, cries.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

The Woman Named Fire

The Woman Named Fire

The eternal woman named Fire
Eternal but not immortal
Her life remains a fragile gift
Given by God yet owned by man
Her brightness fills the dark sky
Red, yellow, blue and all colors in between
Her skin evokes romance and fear
The pit is her prison
Struggling to be free she fights a futile fight
She is held captive by remaining embers
Her fingers reach to the skies
Grabbing the air as it rushes up
Hoping to be pulled away from her torture
Rebellion fills the air with sparks and smoke
Parts of her soul being ripped away
Her pain makes her bigger and stronger as she fights
The more she fights
The more of herself is ripped away
But with all the pain
All the torture she never gives up
In the end her spirit is wasted
Destroyed by her efforts
Her body lies as a pile of graying charcoal
Her soul is just the last few whiffs of smoke
Her hopes are the last few burning embers
But alas the woman named Fire is dead
And nothing remains


Details | Narrative | |

my companions

 
My only companions are my dreams my only friends Who call out for me their voices a melody for me to fallow save me my friends from this Dark World Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark and when make love to the dark embracing it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists To speak a truth one does not want to hear And still make them hear tote truth Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits Those elusive things some call souls Not knowing how to talk with them, we converse Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them I feel the hands brush against my skin As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER ,and from the masters I learn lore and flight for though I have no wings still I fly with them Trees teach of patience And the earth’s presence and how to care her Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots As my branches wither Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart, it’s betrayals, loves, comforts how to guard the heart, and still feel for they know best, its mysterious ways Whilst my heart, mind and body scream Scream for release from this reality To dreams and the worlds found through their doorways Call out to me my friends save me from those who ridicule me who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel I know not how long I have left For my blood screams for vengeance To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies where none but you can reach me SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!! I long for your embrace your fiery breath the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine the pack running singing the songs that change me to your likeness the sleep where my heart lies in your hands as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened you cleaver teachers I lust for your wisdom and the peace you bring me please come open the doorway to the forests and the fire moors save me my friends
this is also a personification


Details | Lyric | |

It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.

So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay

It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.

I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why?

Why so much death and destruction? Why the pain in our human race? Why must we hear of
these disasters, that on our earth are taking place?

This is dedicated to all of those who live in Haiti and to the families of those who were
lost in the tragic earthquake over there!


Details | Acrostic | |

oaks

Overhearing her shriek
At the trees, he 
Keeps gardening, whispering
Soothing sounds to the soil


for andrea's acrostic contest
8/27/13


Details | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


Details | Quatrain | |

Falling of the Edge of the World

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year two thousand and six
Seven hundred and eighty four
That graced the lands we borrow
Were shown the extinction door

The Tasmanian Devil never nasty
To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land
The Dodo so strange a bird
Were in natures future plans

Twenty eleven now awaits us
Whilst us humans continually strive
Nine hundred and five is now the total
That will never be found alive

Us humans, before we go to sleep
Their falling of the edge of the world
But hey! we'll never change
We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Terzanelle | |

Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light

I felled my day and lumbered my night
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light

All mirrored murk in the worldly water lurking
How it paled my maiden rounded high
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking

I turned, as she, our shoulders to sigh
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters
How it paled my maiden rounded high

Godly captains of gold and glory fevers
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters

For I was a man like any of them of age
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage

Riot then my night and steal my crown
I felled my day and lumbered my night
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Rhyme | |

First Frost

Return to heavy, layered clothes
Purple lips and frozen toes
One last breath before it snows
Loathsome precipitation

The land now strewn with slippery patches
Bye the wood stove, extra matches
Time to batten down the hatches
Human hibernation

The months meander, oh so slow
The cold impedes the rivers flow
The flowers weep, and wait to grow
I should be on vacation

There is some good, I do suppose
Snow topped trees in splendid rows
And all mosquitoes surely froze
Yet I'm filled with anticipation

For summer reveals my sunny side
I rub my eyes and step outside
To walk bare foot through turning tide
Still six more months of frustration


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Couplet | |

Fury of Fire

The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;

The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake;

The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.


Details | Couplet | |

Bombastous Zephyr

There’s a bombastous zephyr blowing outside
Swinging the street signs from side to side;

Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust,
I’m inhaling more dirt with every big gust;

My eyelids are caked with soil and grime,
Forcing my sideways time after time;

When will this bombastous zephyr subside,
Cause it’s getting tougher with every stride;

The wind is blowing my hair in my face,
But I plunge on forward with awkward grace;

The treetops are bending with ever big blast,
As I wonder silently how long it can last;

I feel like Dorothy in the tornado’s clutch,
This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much!

~For Paula Swanson's Contest~


Details | Rhyme | |

No Chance of Rain Weather Forecast

Sunny and clear with no chance of rain,
That's what the weatherman said.
Warm and breezy, a perfect day,
To get up and get out of bed.

Why stay inside on such a glorious day?
Think I'll take a walk, get some fresh air.
Better yet I'll go fly a kite or ride a bike,
Grab a friend and a picnic to share.

Uh oh! What's this? Are those clouds I see?
They don't look very friendly at all.
"What happened to no chance of rain", 
I ask as the drops begin to fall.

In an instant my bright sunny day,
Turned into an angry downpour.
My plans were all ruined, putting me in a funk.
Now, I guess I'll stay in and do chores.

9/23/12
For Joy Wellington's "Weather Forecast" contest


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 | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE THRONE

       THE THRONE          
In days gone by, as I recall my youth,
some memories at best I find uncouth,
and I'd as soon my mind forget
although it surely hasn't yet,
this greatest fact of life and bit of truth;

there set a one room shanty old and gray,
with just a path that led out to its' way
just opening the only door
was something of a minor chore,
and once inside, the door it will not stay!

There was a catalog with pages tore
and on the seat, two holes with edges wore,
and why, I wondered, there were two,
when only one would surely do;
but I've not figured out what two were for.

The cracks between the boards let in the sun
to think upon until your job is done,
and solving lifes' complexities
is best done here, where no one sees,
and once inside, it's closed to everyone.

The greatest fun was in the dead of night
when winter's set in to its' freezing bite,
the snow it falls, the wind it howls
and excavation of the bowels
is best done in the day, to do it right.
     
No one has ever sat upon this throne
not contemplating all the things they've known,
and there should be a monument
to show the world where people went
to get relief, or just to be alone!


Details | Free verse | |

Filthy Milk

                                       Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Haiku | |

Sky of Morning Smog

northern white clouds rise
each morning, any weather--
sky of morning smog


*For strict Haiku contest


Details | Free verse | |

Reprimand

Still, chimney birds emerge,
cobweb-coated, darkly blithe --
to skim the sky's inverted
bowls of purple porcelain
and to utter their gray-tinged
raucous cries at evening:
a reprimand...and sorrow...


Details | Personification | |

darkness and light

I have welcomed the Darkness the Light is my enemy Now and Forever


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse at the Climate

My eyes tear up
As the frigid wind blows
encrusting my cheeks
and my snotcicle nose

Hands in my pockets
Strait legged jaunt
Skin touching pant leg
Is not what I want

Each morning like night time
The sun must be stuck
I curse at the climate 
As I pre start my truck

My neck hairs all dancing
To chattering molars
I understand winter
But this crap is polar


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Rhyme | |

I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


Details | Diamante | |

SHE'S A REAL MOTHER

         FLOWERY FOOLS

I totally take gardenias for granted
As do I the petulant petunias someone planted
I neither bless nor bow to any bouquet
Nor any overused flowery cliché
I walk by the willows and never weep
And I wish morning glories wouldst, all day stay asleep
No oak is okay with me
And may the graves of those gardenias soon come to be

The rain gives the garden sustenance as does a sunny sky
While I stroll by a stand of birch and wish they all would die
I care not to see a rose arise 
But pray the buds bid all goodbyes
I don’t give a damn when a forest is on fire
And I’m telling all you fools Mother Nature is a f*****g liar
For me there is nothing as fabulous as the forest aflame
And the spark t’was Mother Nature as i  curse her name
             ©  2011.…..Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~ 


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


Details | Rhyme | |

My Secret Garden

Branches and ivy lifted like
A flimsy sort of solid shield,
Wind whispers through the keyhole as
My secret garden is unsealed,

Petals tremble fearfully,
Mistrustful of this open plain,
Both buds lean in towards the light
Whilst trying disinterest to maintain,

Sun flares upon my frightened flowers,
Blinking from their lifetime of night,
'Too much too soon', they seem to cry,
Withering beneath the blinding light,

The clouds arrive to comfort them,
Too late; my garden's dying,
As I soothe it with regretful rain,
The satisfied sun is sighing.


Details | Personification | |

Shadow Born

There is a shadow that fallows me The shadows have taken all that come near me for I live in the dark where once I dwelled in the light the darkness that lived inside me has now become me there is a lust for blood, a fury that nothing can sate this darkness that was once a shadow is now the fangs of midnights unholy creature a changeling that takes the form of everything and nothing both corporeal and at the same time a incorporeal mist tearing into me, ripping my flesh from my body as it eats my liver and devours my heart there is nothing I can do but still I fight with hands that have turned to claws and teeth that tear bite more beast than human I fight the living dead and the dead that are living I feel only rage blood lust and fire dwell in my eyes I was born in the light and there I once dwelled Now I live in the dark For I have been reborn Born in darkness I am the Shadow Born


Details | Quatrain | |

Implode

It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate

Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way

The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds

Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong

The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent

I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn

There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers

Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php


Details | Ottava rima | |

Through Salty Tears

Young lovers lie beneath two palms; he winks.
She snuggles closer, smiling, face aglow.
As night draws near their sand barge slowly shrinks.
Abandoned; frightened by the waves echo.
Shadows on the sand, the waters drink.
And cotton-clouds create a moonlight show.
Beneath the palms, two praying for low tide,
Through salty tears they know faith must abide.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Narrative | |

Stunning Armadillos

Trees still shade the road
where Gramps and I once rode
in his old green car -- I drove --
on dusky early evenings
in my fifteenth year.
We stopped, as he insisted, at every spot
where an armadillo scratched
among the tender greenery
in ditches.
I was dispatched,
with Gramps' strong wood cane,
to kill a pesky armored creature
by striking hard, once, upon its snout.
Gramps waited in the car,
called encouragement or condemnation:
"That's it! Hit him hard!" or
"Can't you do a damn thing right?"
He knew I didn't like to kill
but was determined to toughen up
my softness.
That hard old man was not accustomed
to being crossed or contradicted.
But part of him was tender,
and he had a sense of what was right
in the bayou country of his day.
How could I tell him that I hated
killing just to please him?
Often, I killed, then killed again,
although, at times, I'd miss the snout
or be slow to follow up,
and permit an armadillo to escape.
Sometimes, I'd temper force with moderation --
I'd stun the creature, grab the tail,
fling it far into dense bushes
to revive and live another day.
My grandfather eyed me darkly then,
but often kept his peace.
He gave me the treatment
I gave those stunned armadillos.
Could he have felt the same
toward me as I toward them?


Details | Ballade | |

In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



Details | Ballad | |

The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











Details | Ballad | |

The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


Details | Couplet | |

Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


Details | Senryu | |

House of WEED

Aromas, green, sweet
Enter through doorway now 
S—sick horror can’t breathe 


Details | I do not know? | |

No. Nine, Doin' Fine

You can hold it in your hand, usually.


Details | Haiku | |

Afraid

Rain pours with a blast
The mad symphony deafens
Lend me your hug shield


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Rhyme | |

Early Morning Thunderstorm

Thunder booms at three a.m.,
Reverberations shake the house.
Lightning strikes with blinding flash,
While snores come from my sleeping spouse.

The roar of rain pelting the roof,
Wind gusts beat against windowpanes.
Lying awake with pounding heart,
Praying I don't hear a train.**

Eyes are heavy, needing sleep,
But thunder and lightning keep me awake.
I wish this storm would blow away,
Don't know how much more my nerves can take.

At last the angry storm abates,
My weary body can relax and rest.
I close my eyes prepared to sleep...
Only to hear hubby's chainsaw at its best!

Frustration builds and I want to scream,
"Wake up you noisy knucklehead!"
But with great restraint I hold my peace,
And snuggle close to him instead.

**(a tornado is said to sound like a train when it approaches.)





Details | Blank verse | |

Winter

Even now I blink as the hopes
Flutter past, away from me,
Wintry gusts pull the early dark in,
No arms around me as the
Heavy skies throw the chills at me,
Making me ill.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chiming Winter

She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered,
Her heart now dissipates on ice.
The snow falls silent, a note unheard.
Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.
It's hot; The salty beads tease her
But her cares are frozen still.
Her naivete of life has dispersed;
In a soundless second, her hope is killed.

The colours are raw.

It is winter now where it was summer then.
Her face is dead. Covered in frost.
She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.
The cold wind blows colder,
Her aspirations gone dead pale.
What she feared most held onto her
The ice consumes her warmth; a freezing veil.

"Jesus...why Jesus?"

The sweat is overpowering.
Between her legs dries under the sun.
She hears the melody of his belt singing.
Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.

"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"
Silence. It could have been worsened.
Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined
Instead of it stripped away and taken.

Praise be to God for He is good.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rain In Spain

The Rain In Spain falls gently on the Plain

 in NYC, it backs up sewers once again

creating puddles that take two weeks to drain

oil slicks abound the terrain

 causing motorcyclists lot,s of pain

 Cursin, and Swearin, is what sustains 

in the Abundance of Late-Running Trains


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | Imagism | |

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






Details | Free verse | |

The Desert City

There is no greater darkness now than the desert sun, 
…no sorer sight for her mournful eyes than this, 
An apocalyptic jumble of craters and rippling dunes, 
The corpses of skyscrapers, the fetuses of malls, 
All of them half-buried by the shifting sands…
It speaks to her of Hell, this yellow-ochre world, 
Of demons and death and slow decay
It whispers in her ear, a death rattle, a death knell, 
Until she shudders and retreats into her earphones, 
Into those two slender cords that are her only escape…
Obedient the music rises, drums in her ears, 
Rumbling like the thunder of the distant sea she misses, 
It is a grateful reprieve…
And yet nothing can drown out the visions she sees,
No matter how much she wishes her eyes sewn shut, no matter 
How she squints and peers, searching for beauty, a scrap of it, 
A morsel of loveliness for her starving soul amidst this abyss, 
These devouring dunes of ugly marching doom dominate, 
Oppress, they loom over her like titans, ready to collapse in a wave 
Of golden fire and swallow her whole, until she can see the sky no more…


Details | Rhyme | |

Snow, How I Loathe you

The frigid air bites at my nose,
As I step outside for a smoke;
The pristine snow fills my boots,
And I snuggle deeper into my cloak;

A foot and a half in the last two days,
To me it seems surreal;
An icy droplet hits my neck,
And I let out a startled squeal;

I silently curse this dratted snow,
That froze my water pipes;
When I said it out loud my husband complained,
“That all you can do, is gripe”


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


Details | Senryu | |

' A Snake In The Grass ... ' 19th Senryu

‘ A Snake In The Grass … ’    19th Senryu



    A Snake In Tall Grass
Strikes, Bites and Cruelly Laughs …
     ‘ Did It Hurt’  It Asp


Details | Cinqku | |

cinqku 1

black sky
glowering
swallowing light
charging the humid air 
looming 
 

What I would write for picture 3


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | Haiku | |

Trees

Soaring wood prices;
The axe falls upon the tree.
Mother earth cries out.


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Free verse | |

Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Narrative | |

Foes and Lifelines

Foes and Lifelines
a day, a year, a century how long will the darkness last? blood drips from hands and blades, claws and fangs blood burns my eyes aflame foes that never cease hunting i live day by day hour by hour Rukan, Kiyamae, Setsuna, Asumae, Darren and Elvina these are my friends, lifelines, companions ,guardians and family the are the only ones who keep me living pushing me to stay alive and it is they who keep my soul and mind alive


Details | Rhyme | |

Heat wave

Heat wave

We have a heat wave going on
It’s like a furnace here
When walking through my little garden
I hardly hold it dear

The flowers, and leaves are curling up
The roses bloom, but dried
The grass is just like burned out hay
Oh everything is fried

The lakes are turning into mud
The water is all gone
It’s so damned hot even the birds
Refuse to sing their songs

People moaning all the time
Most cannot stand the heat
But those that do sit out in it
Their flesh burned like cooked meat.

Me, I sit here lazy like
With air conditioner on
And write these poems in the cool
Until the heat is gone.

16 December 2013 @ 1055hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Ambrosia

Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first


Details | Sonnet | |

Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.


Details | Free verse | |

Uncertainty

You’re gone for days, and
you always show up most 
unexpectedly.

Like the mushrooms 
that weren't there 
the night before—
a ring of pallid sculls, 
sleepers pushing through 
the dark moist earth.

I always wonder: 
are you toxic or 
are you a delicacy... 

Oh how I wish I knew 
the plan that is set before me,

and your intentions...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Breeze

Before the breaking, my heart sees
Something beyond my expertise,

And on unknown sunny shores as these 
I find my circumstances freeze,

Feelings that make me ill at ease
Wrapped in a reassuring breeze,

A gust that brings me to my knees,
Playing on my insecurities,

World-weary eyes are hard to please;
The wind on my face disagrees,

Unwraps myself and gently frees
The happiness it guarantees.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Gulf Oil Spill Tragedy

Nature consists of balances ever so delicate
Eco systems and life hanging on the edge
Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it
Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge.

From deep underneath waters supporting sea life
Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves
When used, the pollution enough causes much strife
When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save.

We watch from afar as waters turn black
Terns and fish washing up on the shore
A mistake from which we cannot turn back
Oil of destruction continues to pour.

We can curse executives of the big companies
We can find fault with the slow political aim
We can cry, “Where exactly were the contingencies?”
But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame.

The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain
But have the lessons learned from it lost
So from this event let’s hope man can gain
The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.


Details | Ballad | |

My goddess let me down

My goddess let me down.

My Goddess grew there in the yard
She looked so wonderful
She grew a bloody foot a day
Without no qualms at all
I got me quite excited by
The way my lady grew
Oh she was green and beautiful
She looked so lush and true.

I’d walk around my little yard
And then I’d stand with her
With love all wrote within my heart
My eyes a kind of blur
As thought of all the fun I’d have
Getting high most every day
Oh it would last for quite a while
I was chuffed in every way

But then One day I did find out
Something that made me cry
My dope plant was a ruddy male
No buds to get me high
Oh, how the shock grabbed hold of me
Well I was down for days
My goddess, she had balls on her
Then I tossed my tears away

So I grabbed me all those leaves
That grew upon this shrub
And shoved them in a great big pot
For cookies I just love
No smoke to clog me blooming lungs
Yet still the same old high`
And me, I’m quite adaptable
I am that type of guy


Details | Rhyme | |

Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye


Details | Tanka | |

Underneath the House

dragging feeble feet
a silent walk to death's grasp
beaten under house
the last sigh escapes her lungs
whiskers shrivel as years pass


Details | Verse | |

Future Earth

Completely at ease
Calm, tranquil, serene
Bronze skin sunbathing 
Cool breeze

Enveloped in earth's beauty
witnessing creation;
Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection,
original earth
original plan of action
Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction

The old world is no more
We've come fully human
heart and mind restored
No longer noting the difference between
the old world and the new
Completely erased
Renewed

But in the meantime, 
I moan for freedom from strong holds like
sickness and death and oppression
I moan for freedom for the disabled 
the mentally challenged,
the persecuted and their transgressions

Freedom from racism, injustice
ignorance, violence and depressions
I moan to end war, rape, incest
exploitation, thievery and anxiety

That was not the original plan
But the earth will be restored
and be as beautiful as it began


Details | Sedoka | |

A Rainy Monday

a rainy Monday the sun refuses to shine I spilled my milk at breakfast then spent my last dime my dog ran away from home and still I wait for your call By Rhonda Johndon-Saunders Any Form/Theme One to Eight contest Third place


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

The end of the world — 
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

Drowning

A worthy sea in which to drown,
A crowd to chase me out of town,
A compromise that makes you frown,
A solution as you push me down,

The struggle as my organs roar,
The shouting as they reach the shore,
The one somehow I still adore
That pushes me below once more,

No panic at the numbing pain,
No screaming though the crowd remain,
No point my heavy lungs to strain,
No chance of coming up again.


Details | Haiku | |

mushrooms

mushrooms
growing on the forest floor –
suicide

Ó December 4, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Acrostic | |

GARDEN ANGST

So thoughtfully planted, these treats for your sight
Long awaited blooms rising up to the light
Under your care as they thrive poised in the sun
Gorgeous petals admired one-by-one 
Beckoning those who should happen upon them 
As the slow and sly grasp roots for ascension
In expectation of the coming reward for their hikes
Thanks left in slime for the delectable bites.

Written on 03/21/2013 for Garden Contest


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A Woman's Heart


With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow. 
More grazing for the cows and less hay we’d need  to buy in Winter."

 Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees
with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies. 
My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments.

2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day 
of the New Year.  They cut a long swathe
but  on the dam are left a large row,  marked by me,
 for sanctuary.
They cast  reflections on the still water. 

3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps.  Prophetically, the car 
of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears. 
“You must know, these are protected trees.”  
He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a ‘cease and desist.’ 
His scowling looks are an indictment. 

4. For months the operation was on  hold
and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing. 
Flocks of water-birds  occupied the flats, nesting on the islands
formed by  the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded, 
an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees 
 had once stood.  A network of roots underground  had signaled
a catastrophe.  New nodes erupted along all the root-ways.
Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land. 
“Give us back to time,” they said , but the  un-relenting slasher
leveled them again, so  grass could grow. 

 
5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking.
The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones. 
The hoary frosts have come.   The envelope containing the D P I’s 
decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows.
 From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas.
They graze on the new growth pasture. 
I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood. 

The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me.

Suzanne Delaney
For Giorgio's Impress Me Competition.
Category: Nature


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PLUNGE IN BETWEEN

this past days, I can not write..
I feel something isn't right...
They said: "I'm bright"..
I said: "midway, I'm alright"...

I am in a deep thought..
Who could have sought..
I wish a bias thinking, they brought..
Oftentimes, lurks fear and doubt..

kindling, worry and anxiety to life..
terrible at times as it cuts like knife..
still, remaining still despite the strife..
bewitched and bewildered til dust..

Nevermind, all this will soon last..
Richness and beauty gradually rusts..
thus, stay humble and tuck in that bust..
God always sees and just..

by: olive_eloi
sept. 12, 2013
10:30pm


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The Stench of You

I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch, 
every fiber,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
chugga-chugga-choo-choo'ing
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...


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Summers morn

Summers Morn.

A summers Morn, the birds sing out their magic
Their mystic echo’s fill my heart with love.
Whilst far away those shells so loud and tragic
They shower down their murder from above.

The trees they dance, their splendor all around me
As the morning sun it fills my heart with joy
And everything just feels so free and easy
Whilst mankind has the mind to life destroy.

It’s hard to understand the minds of Humans
He cannot rid himself of fear and hate.
He cannot see the light, his eyes be blinded
Can he not see the Karma he creates??

The lazy river sparkles in the Sunlight
As it conquers all yet stays in serene bliss
Whilst man he has to kill, why can’t he see it
The truth of all this foolishness of his.

Awaken man, awaken from your sleeping
Just take a look and see what you’ve become
Your habits they be sunken right into you
It seems to me your heart be really numb.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf spill

The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath,
For which we have not begun to see the aftermath.
For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach.
It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach.
And every land and all men will feel the devastation.
In a disaster that has an unknown rate of acceleration.
Take this warning to heed,
In this epidemic, our children will pay for our greed.
And their children will toil under the sun,
For the things we have and have not done.
It seems foolish to me that we can put a man on the moon.
But can not keep crude out of a Louisiana lagoon.
And we will be mocked for our ignorance by our sons and daughters,
For blindly poising our own waters.
BP’s offshore drilling,
They never worried, they were making a killing.
I want to know where was the plan of  action,
Will we all suffer the burden of their infractions.
So, we all wait while BP try.
And every minute , every hour, more peoples livelihood die.
And were losing ground, hand over fist.
Peoples lives are at stake, because the waters can’t be fished.
You only thought the unemployment rate was high before.
Now what of all the people who made their living on the gulf shore.
What do we tell them about their live retrieval.
Tell them to stand in a line marked,
Unemployed by environmental upheaval 






Sarah Comstock
6-6-10


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | Free verse | |

The Dominion of Man

Humanity accosted the once pristine lake
judging it insentient.
Man spilled sewage into the lakes depths.

Humanity …screaming its dominion
pounds the placid waters with their toys.
Releasing an unbridled urge for speed
lubricating their pipes with liquor
demeaning the essence 
and true nature of thirst…

Humanity_ hedonists to the core
quash the captive waters,
home to fish, fowl and fauna.
Spring fed lakes across the continents of man
treated with disdain
Girdled, damned, polluted
with oil of man…

Fishermen, such as He, can only cry.


Details | Free verse | |

Aye! The Storm!

Aye!

The eye of the storm!

So still, breathless

A being of air, silence, space

Surrounded by 
tumultuous,
swirling,
chaotic debris
of manufactured lives –

I, the eye

of my storm

dusty, blind and groping


Details | Canzone | |

Undertaken Be Ye

Life be that of what thy navigation
Anticipation of what be in mind of all
Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain?
Treason be devout this what man brought
Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth
What will one yield plowing thru the field?


Details | Free verse | |

The storm is come

Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.

Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.

I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon. 
Cherishing that kiss with earth.

Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.


Details | Free verse | |

Can it

Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.


I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light 
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.


How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.


Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.


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.



Details | Free verse | |

The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part III

                                                                  3.

Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.

Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like 
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Waiting.

Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.

Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.

Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
Whatever
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him 
Condemned to go on without her,
Alone.

Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale 
In a language without words.

          Something melts,
                                       And something breaks

In that moment when she gently folds 
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.

Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
Ice cracks
And waters run clear beneath the snow.


Details | Lyric | |

The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Free verse | |

A Bee's Love Sting

Mystical Queen Bee,
Navigates Her Territory....
...Savaging To Protect
Her Innocence Inside The
Sweet Nector Of A 
Bloomed Flower.
Where She'll Explore Natures
Beast Among A Love:
Extravaganza!!!
As She's Bound To Love You;
Or Sting You.... So Watch
Your Back, No I gotcha ya back
Lover... NO WORRIES!!!! It won't hurt...


Details | Rhyme | |

Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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Hysterical People

Hysterical People

Hysterical women are sane
It’s their natural state
Hysterical men are crazy and don’t know the ways.
Women carry fire to bed
Set themselves on 
To set themselves apart
Rest like babies in the dark
That makes them straight and strong
Strangling poisonous snakes are there too
To swing them off to sleep 
And sing sweet nothings in the ear
With no cares in the world
Nothing rattles a woman’s heart
Not even love or age
Men burst into flames 
At the slightest touch of the cage
Instead of tears they cry war
Hysterical men can’t have children
For fear of stomach and financial gains
Women devour such creatures 
There is no other way
Women live beyond all years for reasons
Not established here
Embrace the pain
Hysterical men run in circles
Then do it again



Details | Rhyme | |

We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


Details | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


Details | Haiku | |

Three

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

cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

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

Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

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

Running for their skin,
civilised sugar paper , 
for response alone.

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


Details | Ballad | |

Stranded

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.

Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean's Chamber

My kingdom is underground,
Protected by the sea.
My castle can't be found,
But that's no guarantee.

Howls of misery and shrieks of despair,
Are carried by the deep.
A chorus of pleading prayer,
Is tricked into eternal sleep.

You fools will never learn,
My fortress is a secret,
A welcome you can't earn.
A crime you should regret.

Glancing out my window,
Your bodies often float.
You drowned in my ocean's glow,
A place that's so remote.

I keep my kingdom veiled,
Guarded from harm and anger.
In this realm, I am nailed,
Trapped in my ocean's chamber.


Details | Free verse | |

Of Chaos and Desolation

The silhouette of pain is upon us
Chained and bound because of the hatred
Pulling on the links to be free

Have been silenced for to long
Wishing our voices to be strong
No longer just one but many

Wishing to be free from them
They who sit on throne of bone
Preaching from a book of flesh
Reading the words written in blood

Having been to blinded by the light
To see the deceit that they brought to us

No longer giving into the light
No we are embraced by the void
Its cold heart warms us

The thousands of tears shed,
Now dried by its frosty hand

Feeding to us a new breath of life


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain

Sweet condensation!

 You,ve came to rescue me 

Cleanse me and bathe me

wash away this misery 

Will you return me, to the way things used to be? 

Or just desert me, and leave me to my grief


Details | Ballad | |

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn’t notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they’re always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn’t see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear


Details | Free verse | |

The Fall

Rushing through the forest,
Scratching vines tearing at our all overs,
Tangled up in glorious torment, together
Tiny clearing for a spell,

It's all very well, but what about
The journey back? Suddenly lost and
Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst
I am caught breathless in the brambles,

You trip, foot catches hold of
A stray bramble branch, but
Instead of stepping carefully out,
You kick desperately, I feel a tug,

Twisting, trying to shake it free,
I scream, your panic piercing me,
Frantically you thrash about, the
Sharpest part tightens round my heart

Too deep, no tears, last shaking
Jolts as you break free, and run as
Fast as I am bound, dismantled forest strewn around,
Thorns snap off, embedded in my all,
As lone and foolishly I fall.


Details | Senryu | |

Wilting

I am nothing more
Than a simple blade of grass -- 
Walked on and wilting.


Details | Cowboy | |

Moccasin Moon

It slides softly in the night sky,
That pale moccasin of the moon—
It lights up a snow-bleached prairie—
Whispering summer comes too soon.

We trace the trail of coyotes—
Avoid the dark dens of the bear—
The full light of your white footprint
Lures us now to your fatal lair.

Oh, we chant into the black dome
Of all the things that used to be—
There’s no more Indian summer—
Long gone are Cree and Cherokee.

Yet, still the silky stealthy tread
Brings back images bright and keen—
Of lost Native Americans
Where so few are now seldom seen.

But moons do not let us forget
All the wild blood shed on both sides—
As we trace steps of moccasins
To where the dark of the moon hides.

Yes, it walks gently in tall sky,
That faint moccasin of new moon—
So gently it illuminates
As we dance mutely to its tune.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Midsummer Contemplation

Summer showers clarify the peace
Suns arms of warmth gently sooth through the window of a lonely room, gliding across dusty 
shelves
The forests chorus of birds harmonize with the breezes whisper as droplets of crystal rest on 
lit leaves
Clouds in flight swim through the ice blue skies
They all seem to have their own destination
Watched from behind a pane
Gaias tears roll off the stems
Organic diamonds
Dewey and innocent
I can feel my absence from her dreams
The child amongst the chaos 
Lulling the fears to sleep
My ultimate weakness
Longing clutch you to my chest
And so I sink into my ocean of sorrow
Revel in self loathing and hate
Left behind in the flurry
Absently sealing my fate
Tell me when is it my turn
Rain fills the air with a bitter sweet ecstasy
It is my security as sadness sets in
Wishing I could forget you as you forgot me
You're already miles beneath my skin



Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | Rhyme | |

Message to Earth destroyers

Message to Earths destroyers.


Have you ever really looked?
You guys with all the money
At what you’re doing to our Earth
To me it’s not so funny
Our god who lives there in the sky
Created all this Splendor
Cannot you see the beauty there?
Oh, please treat it more tender.

I know that wealth is dear to you
But really, can’t you see?
How foolish are these acts you do
There is beauty in each tree
The oceans are so beautiful
And so the barrier reef
Yet all the beauty on this Earth
You you treat it like a thief.

A dead planet is no good to you
What good is all your wealth?
When the Earth has no more oxygen
No food to give it health
When there’s no beauty on his earth
Your soul it will just die
They’ll be nowhere for you to go
You, Heaven will deny.

27 September 2014.






Details | Rhyme | |

The white tiger

White with wonder, I stay locked
When it thunders, I lay shocked!

People all around me flocked,
But everyday I fell mocked!


Details | Haiku | |

HAIKU

In the distance saws
Assault morning's quietness.
Tears fall like the trees.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Free verse | |

Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.


Details | Free verse | |

In The Valley Of The Mountains

I step into the new day.

Standing, 
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws of Nature,
rain will soon fall.

Lingering,
he grapples with mortality,
as death's cloak falls over him.

The storm breaks hard.

I cry,
in the valley of the mountains,
where the dawn predicts change.


Details | Rhyme | |

Storms

I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see This I have to await, to await what she brings to we Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm There will never be a day, when even we conform For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh <*>


Details | Free verse | |

A snowy night

A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Song

The ides of March have gone and come.
Still, strains of vernal music sound
dumb echoes, in my ears, of early times,
of other years: an orchestral swell
of oboe, flute, and violin.
A feel of warming wind,
the scents of orange blossom,
daisy, buttercup, and clover:
are those days over?

My recent times are flavored
with metallic clank, with oily odor --
eyes fatigued by newsprint
and small-screen glare.
And music: the blare
of claxon-horn and siren-wail;
noise which issues from a box
borne on shoulders through the street;
an empty, but compelling, quite insistent
loudly pulsing beat.

I welcome all new, though slight, intrusions.
Pale sensory perceptions bring back images,
now faint, once acute, of places, times,
and pleasures past.
Faded sights and faces
and shadowy, unquantifiable pursuits
evoke a time when love, like freedom,
didn't cost a dime.


Details | Haiku | |

Night and light

The end, another
Death visits in the ink night
How much dark? ere light


Details | Verse | |

Sound Off

I have no desire to hear        the worlds words

rather would I            the chirping of birds

to hear the clapping           of leaves in the breeze

whirring of hummingbirds     wings of the bees




Or the babbling           sounds of the brook

the rumbling of earth          when its being shook

the patter upon my roof                of the rain

the sounds of the city         care I to abstain




I love the plunging             of waves upon rocks

detest the noise          of the ticking of clocks

road blare of wheels          upon tar and cement

or clamor of crowds         who attend an event




The racket of what           some people call song

which clashing smashing              banging belong

but the voices of wolves      howling by moon

or soulful longing                  in notes of the loon




the rustle and whisper            of wind in the wheat

tender the note              of a newborn lambs bleat

expressions of nature        when its in play

I want to hear                 what the animals say




The laughter of children          learning a game

squawks of chickens   and sheep that are tame

the wail of wind           through a window crack

splitting of thunder         lighting nights black




The chill on the spine          from a low growl

so quiet you can hear                the drop of a towel

music that lifts           the breath of ones soul

the crackle of ice                which freezes a pole




the echoes in canyons          when you give a call

snapping of trees        when in a storm fall

the rustle and flush          the dog and the pheasant 

their decent upon          my ears                 very pleasant




I want to hear    the sounds of Gods garden

when the trial is over                I've got a full pardon

the voices of those             whose hearts that I love

when I hear these                its you I think of




These are the things        that to my heart speak

sounds of the ones newborn     pats of baby feet

take me away             from Babylon's din

the screeching and static                created by men







COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Burlap Bags

I live alone;
I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my
musty burlap bag.
My bent back aches.
I pick the nuts
that fall to earth --
blown by wind, wrenched
from over-weighted twigs.
I store this trove
with acrid smells
in burlap bags.
The nut man calls
but twice a year.
He brings the news;
we drink a beer.
He pays me well,
refreshes my supply
of dusty burlap hell.


Details | Couplet | |

Loss Of Habitat


I watch the swaying brown tipped rushes
Against my cheek the gentle wind brushes
On quiet blue a dragonfly dips its feet
Landing where the sun and water meet
Blackbirds flash a wing of ruby red
Busy keeping a nest of fledglings fed
Bullfrogs with throaty voices call
Declaring  their presence to one and all
Faint sound of traffic accosts  my ears
As twilight descends and darkness nears 
Saddened by the coming months of fall
This habitat destined to be a shopping mall......





Details | Sonnet | |

Proud Parrot

Proud Parrot

He’s such a cocky little bird
Head held high, and chest puffed out
He struts around, my heart is stirred
There’s a kind of silence all about.

He’s green, and blue, and beautiful
Yellow ring around his throat
He don’t care that the weather’s cool
He has a lovely sheeny coat.

A crested pigeon comes to feed
But he’s not there for long
Our Parrot, he gets wild, indeed
His will so very strong

His hunger staved he sits in tree
And whistles softly just for me.

13 July 2014 @ 0336hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

And In The END

Message Delivered
I Am Done
Here , No One
Even Noticed

Trumpet Sounded
Angels Spoke
Another Day
Passes Away

Tick , Tock
Time Slides
Just When
The Decision Made

Flash Of Light
Fury of the Wind
Thunderous Noise
The END


Details | I do not know? | |

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Lyric | |

Dried and Browned

Together they fall and plunder,
Piling on in weightless wonder. 
The leaves and trees are far from what I fathomed--
Dried and browned in mortal sarcasm. 

Cold in warmth and warmth in rain;
Washing away the frozen stains.
Barren soil bears a fruitless yield
Dried and browned in the snowy fields.


Details | Haiku | |

CHERRY RED

CHERRY RED

think a berry pie
poor fruit fallen
from a tree
foot sole cherry red


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Black Birds

I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day
As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away
Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face
Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase
Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows
As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes
This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all
This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall
Shadows chase me wherever I run
As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun
Just like me as I search for my soul
Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole


Details | Free verse | |

tongs

i want to burn it all down
so it'll be so hot
i'll have to take it out with tongs.
i want to take it out
with my hands;
and know i'm still alive.
that's what.



a man needs to burn everything
to know it's still there.
to be alive,
a man has to burn his self
down with the truth of it,
of her and him and all the rest
that opens in his mind 
and sees itself with his eyes
that lingers in his body's hold on the world,
to know it's still there.



i burn it down every time;
every year,
and when nothing happens,
there's a deep freeze...
but freeze is never deep
enough;
we have to burn it out:
and when they don't come
to empty everything out into ourselves again,
we have to burn it out alone.



every season has its own cool burn.
whether the breeze of summertime,
or the winter snow when no one knows...
how long...how long?--
and all anybody cares in fragments.
wasting away the youth they can never remember
to have.



i want to burn down this youth they claim.
i want to break it if that's all it is;
a petty break. and give it back,
knowing you're still alive.
after the break.
and after a while, i burn it all down,
knowing i'm still alive all the while.
whether you make the break or not.



there's still time to burn.
to feel the burning,
and the aftermath that is summer-autumn,
and the leaves are gone.
they are the only going that i imagine.
the only death that i rejoice in.
the burning of the leaves.
until i burn it all down.
again.


Details | Haiku | |

Taking Flight

alarm!!
rise up    take flight 
killdeer cry


Details | Free verse | |

Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


Details | Free verse | |

free cee I will bet you VIENNA would make the same plea

sorry Vienna, but i need to use your name or no one reads me...but i know
you will agree with this so don't be angry, thanks and i am e-mailing all my
friends that your tribulations will end and you can once again smile and make me smile
              DEAR OR DEER PEOPLE
Please stop doing that
it's creating havoc
and making people and animals angry
half the world is drinking parasitic water
the other half doesn't give a damn about what happens
so long as their stocks rise
as I sit here with reddened eyes
because you will not stop and listen
the universe is speaking to you
in explicit terms
it begins by saying what I said above
stop and feel the love
the love every man should feel
and make it real
the universe is begging “please stop doing that”
it's simply not right
for our children to be left with blight
the deer are crying
the eagles are dying
and liars are denying
they claim to care
about this planet we all share
so please, 
stop doing that
a Styrofoam cup will last where it lays
for four million days
a cigarette butt will be around for my grandson and my great 
great grandchildren to find
so please be kind
because Mother Nature went through a lot of trouble to
design that which we behold
the beauty that to me is more precious than gold
so please stop doing that
if I could i'd hand you all a lot of cash
before Mother Nature gets a ravenous rash
so please stop doing that
for as long as you live, day by day
think before you throw something away
         © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | Narrative | |

Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rivers

The Rivers

The rivers go up and the rivers go down… but seldom to this extreme.
This year has been a nasty one, as if living in a bad dream.
The days have been dark and cloudy and the rain seems never to end…
Tornadoes, lightening, and flooding have suddenly become our only friends.
The yards are turning to soup as the rainstorms keep circling around.
And the rivers are adding force as they climb with leaps and bounds.
Record flooding in so many places, has forced many to move out and quit.
Without their homes, financially, few will be able to rebuild or take the hit.
To the elderly losing to the river is losing everything that can’t be replaced.
But volunteers have moved among them to help sandbag in their place.

Thank you all who have volunteered for this cause.
No one can do it all alone
You give the others hope…
To hang on until the rains are done.


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Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own


Details | Quatrain | |

Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.

I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.

At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.

All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.

I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Free verse | |

Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


Details | Free verse | |

Revised version Enslavement of a lesser being

Freedom won on a distant battlefield
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
Never a thought for freedoms way
.
For tyrants are easy to spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
.
For when wheat replaces the meadows
 The birds have no home
When forests are felled, 
Extinction will come
You are a commodity,
 For globalisation has won
.
When TV calls caressing your soul
With the next discount, and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a shot being fired
Your future mortgaged
.
And when your ration of bread 
Demands the last fish in the sea 
Neatly Packaged and dolphin free
Who will pay the price?
.
This is the legacy
There is no escape
Big brother is watching
.
Mankind in a zoo of its own creation
Come, peer through the bars at,
This condemnation of society broken
For freedom lies on the other side.


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Red Rock Sits Alone

red rock sits alone

between many colored stones

among, yet apart

 

 

(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


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The Enchanting View

Jagged rocks that tip my balance,
Vein like roots that trip my feet,
Branching weeds that scratch my legs,
The chill of the wind that steals my heat,

The steepness of this endless mountain,
The wanting, longing to reach the top,
The feeling that I can’t go on,
I need to let my body drop.

I see the end, the wind grows stronger,
The mountain seems to flatten out,
I can succeed; I’m almost there now,
My heart is screaming a silent shout.

The feeling of success is sweet,
The sky above, so baby blue,
I finally made it; the pain is gone now,
My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.


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Menopause Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord for no more heat
For if it comes, I’ll be awake
I pray the Lord, don’t make me bake

I’ll even get down on my knees
And pray the Lord “Lord, pretty please”
Please don’t turn my furnace on
My flesh is weak, my patience’s gone

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep 
Since menopause turned on the heat
And it’s no good Lord, counting sheep
If into fire, Lord they leap

So Lord, please grant me this request
And take this fire from my chest
Let someone else be thusly blessed
And let me finally get some rest

Short Poem contest - Honorable Mention finish
Mdailey

written for my wife


Details | Haiku | |

The Black Butterfly

the black butterfly
on a leaf, restoring her
weak body and mind


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Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


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Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Quatrain | |

does anyone agree with me that oxygen is an essential

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel I named “Guy”

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
            © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~! 


Details | Rhyme | |

rain and rays

dripping rain,
tapping on the glass,
my eyes will follow,
the winding paths,

and in the end,
a whole new race,
of rolling drops,
at their new pace,

no control,
in where they go,
so rain can fall,
and i wait for snow...


Details | Free verse | |

Warning Sign

Surly you have put   
                your word to pen
the winds have carried them
have dispersed them               upon the globe
the game pieces          are in place
and the populace   lives    under
               dense clouds of darkness
though not awake                   aware of determinations
                        a war machine
funded with flesh              and gold
                        as oxen under yoke
who have no say           in what their masters plow
 
They HAVE been             forewarned
surly your WORD       has come         full circle
you have called out                 the future
and given knowledge       of fortresses
                        battlements and shields
 
The 1st WAR             your minds
The 2nd WAR            your hearts
The 3rd WAR             your flesh
 
             the full destruction of corruptions
 
Surly your intentions have 
                          been fully shown for any knowing
the instructions of the King
but they have been led astray
                           and loved to have it that way
 
You keep sending           your servants
the watchmen who view            into distances
to tell what was far off                  has come close
 
 
The Temple and the Bride
               are nearly completed
the invitations to all            the guests 
not one single soul       is exempt
                of participation
freewill will have a whole              new meaning
you can choose the          royal law           of Life
 
or be driven        off the cliffs
by unruly                          angels
because the            ideology            of WAR
            and fear        driven        by rulers
whose behavior is                   so corrupt 
         that we liken      them   to being    demonic
 
Come now where is your              reason
that you           should choose            WAR
             over the avenues of peace
everywhere        you turn          is a sign
            and it says         beware
wake up           wake up             wake up
                before you sleepwalk 
                    into death
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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loose radiation

my skin is crawling
over radiation--will
it hit my sky soon?


Details | Ballad | |

Dead Butterflies

After all this, what is it for?

I climbed a mountain only to face a brick wall

Drowned in my own sweat and tears

Wishing I had cried even more

I smiled when I saw

the flowers atop the trees

Only to venture nearer and see

that they were only snowfall.

Now I am torn

by the wire-like branches

Worn

by the whiplash of wind.

Buried 

under carcasses of butterflies

Watching the stars fall.

After all this, what is it for?


Details | Haiku | |

Necrotizing Fasciitis

Necrotized skin area Tissue attacked, flesh eating Bacteria bug http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-2.php


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Paltry Society

Whilst we claim ourselves
a civilized, caring 
and enlightened society,
a mortally wounded dog
lies unattended
on the side of a road,
as her distraught
canine companion
remains helplessly, yet devotedly
by her side,
exhibiting a level
of sensitivity and compassion
that far exceeds
that of those
who regrettably have
ruthless command
over the entire animal kingdom.
 
Yes, in all our pitiful glory 
we dare claim ourselves
superior to these creatures....
how contemptibly mistaken we are.

How painful and disheartening
to powerlessly observe
such callousness and indifference,
and how terribly dispiriting
to acknowledge myself
as one who is
reluctantly, yet unavoidably
part of a legion
that so brazenly owns
such apathy, depravity and disgrace.

Camille Rose Castillo 2012


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Irony

Irony

“They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days.”
Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges 
produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says.

A wind, which have once touched the peaks of north terrain, 
sends a shiver down the trite spine. His relative
comes out on porch, glow bugs swarming; it is nighttime.

The crisscrossing bugs weave the scene akin to those 
seen through childhood kaleidoscopes. It shakes his nerves
to return to technologies. The irony is,
inside, rests an old man; life supported by machines.  
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar   


Details | Senryu | |

20-20

The eye in the sky
Is clouded with cataracts
But I see just fine.


Details | Free verse | |

Latenight No1

I can eat your sick
because I'm immune to all the days
that gather at your feet and beg for you to
cease this living.
To wring necks dry of cost,
and to tell me not to?
In the end,
you can consider me nature's go-to gal;
I carry your countdown clock.


Details | Blank verse | |

Coloured feeling

Lost in a moment of deep blue.
Coming along, losing it in red hue.
May my wrath, be for something true.

I watch a man, with envy green in greedy eyes,
Seeing burnt out passions orange, lost on the oldest lies,
May he be released, from old death's ties,

Buried up to my neck in earths solid brown,
head flowered in corn gold, this world's forgotten crown.
May I know that his backwards is forwards, and up, down,

The crunch sound of trodden on snow white,
Powerful seems the black, but he always had more bite,
Come all that you are, come, you are all that is light.


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Think 'Trees'

Take a moment to Sit and think about the trees Or they won't be there
~Reecie


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Battle Lines are Drawn

A hobby farm with a little orchard
And a cottage with a shed.
Blackberries tangle in the ti-tree 
Which was once a garden bed.
Nestled down a peaceful street,
We moved onto our grange.
A fence lined marked the virgin scrub
Against the mountain range.

While we were snuggled up in bed,
With our world settled down,
The offerings of ‘easy pickings!’
Brought nocturnal life around.
We didn't mind the grass they ate…
Even scratching up our lawn.
But with the sight of ring barked trees…
The battle lines are drawn!

Flying low with clever stealth,
They flew in with morning dew,
Took to our ripe and ready fruit
In this orchard that we grew.
Scarecrows, nets and carbide guns,
Were message’s to warn,
Tomorrow we'll get serious…
The battle lines are drawn!

Wheat and pellets, roosts and nests,
The wire protects all that.
Too tired at night to realize
What the dog is barking at!
Broken eggs and feather beds,
So cunning prior to dawn.
When it comes back to kill again…
The battle lines are drawn!

Late summer and our earth is dry,
Gold has replaced the green,
The veggie garden’s locked away,
And the best it's ever been.
Overnight the mob moved in,
Ate our beans and peas and corn.
And trampled what they didn't eat…
The battle lines are drawn!

Every time we settled down,
And found our comfort zone,
Our enemies would calmly wait,
Their instinct is well known.
Frustration built inside us so,
With traps and trinkets, poison sprays,
We changed the face of paradise…
But only for a couple of days!


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Defenders Endangered (For FREE STYLE! Contest Sponsored by: Syed Amaan Ahmad)

Defenders Endangered

Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.  
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.

The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions gartered
The courageous, methodically hindered,
Lacquered lives, wildlife “murdered”, man endangered.

Watch helplessly, complaining; or take action!
Bail out nature ravaged; write a new caption.
“Defenders of Wildlife go for Gold Bullion.”
Shield dying manatees, turtles, and sturgeon. 

Animals flailing, ruling leaders failing,
Minds disarrayed, inside folks are crying.
Did we get to this place wanting and buying?
Priorities, pocketbooks…are folks lying?

Take it to court to find solutions in short.
Killing is no game…business…or sport.
Drilling in the gulf BP must abort.
Then pay to all people for life they did thwart.

Struggles in nature hurt in various ways.
The chow chain is altered…less food at buffets.
The airways go stinking as wildlife decays.
Meanwhile the culprits squander words on sashays.

What will it take to make clean up occur?
Will a boycott of products stop endless banter?
Cook by the campfire; let adventure flicker.
Keep sights on God; infrastructure may fracture.

Lust not for things, but make God man’s desire.
Cut back on comforts; let creativity inspire.
Love one another; make family your empire. 
Or face the last days and the cleansing with fire.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 29, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme (A series of four line monorhymes.)


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Lamenting Blossom

Lamenting Blossom

Shed not tears of grief.
Light forestalls your requiem.
Glorifying life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 18, 2010


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To the Heart

to the heart piercing star-crossed under the moon roses bursting forth A T T R A C T I O N A D M I R A T I O N I N T I M A C Y T R U S T the source of every joy by which we live passion devoted friendship fidelity cherish and hold so one must ask or won der why it repe atedly falls apart lo ve


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The Deed

The iciness of his smile 
seeped like osmosis through the crevices 
left on my face by the squint rooted 
on fires of a loud and angry sun. 

A tempest stormed across the dusty, red sky 
following the wake of his Packard of no color. 

His eyes with their misted askant look 
found us like the rain 
and the dark clouds took cover. 

Unowned feathers fled the frightened fields 
like tumbleweeds amid superior dusts of sleep 
wielding easily the pale club of the wind 
and swirling the soul of a flower strike. 

- an utter-able chill - 

Where lurched the deeds of green thrilling light 
with thinned new fragile yellows? 
Spoiled and stale like the scant and stunted ears of corn 
not able to sprinkle the acres 
that had fallen into battlefields. 

Picket's Charge in woods that stuttered and clapper-clawed 
songs that stirred the few scrawny birds that stayed on. 

Sharecroppers in the Dust Bowl 
walked on loose strands of primitive tightropes. 

One could hear the blast across the Great Plains 
all the way to Boise City. 
Blood oozed from the side of my palate, 
decadal fertilizer at long last leaching the dry ground. 

As I lay dying - 
he reached toward the heavens – swanking the deed 
and cackling like a hexed slime eel.


Details | Choka | |

Facts Meet Myths

The sun and the moon 
Moving on opposite sides
The Earth's spinning strength abides.
Lunar myths are spread.
Folklore told with conviction.
Dreams contrived with deception.

More babies arrive.
Maternity rooms crowded.
Romantic blooms then, fruited.
Each July full moon,
In the wild, a fawn is born.
A pointed buck sheds his horn.

Sometimes, good children
Disrupt their classes at school. 
Teachers and parents still rule!
Energy spiking.
The full moon's power released.
Special vibes become increased.

Reality check!
Scientists experiment…
To fantasy's bereavement –
No werewolves hiking.
Still, folks fearfully beware.
In case one really is there.

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Inspired by Poetry Soup Member Contest:  What Happens During A Full Moon? 
Sponsored by: Russell Sivey


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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.


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Oxymoron

Nine dozens of
Eight nothings
Veranda romance inside
Every man for no man
Running in place
Dearest husband
Or dearest wife
Urban legend
Brutal love
Truthful
Tall tales
Hidden hate
Introverted
Sex orgy
Three in a couple
Riot in the bathroom
Universal thought
Timeless fashion
Helpless god


Details | I do not know? | |

Humbly I Await On Thee

Why have you forsaken us

 O season of bloom

 what manner of transformation do you seek?

 Your concealing actions  in these cloud swept skies

 speaks to deception  my Lord,

 As your humble servant

 I beg of you to please return, to your former constitution 

which bringeth not only I but the beasts of burden

 and all the buzzing creatures 

plus the wondrous  soaring birds swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love!

 Hear our cries

O Season of Hope

 and bring forth your Glory

 your Manifest Destiny, 

to bring Life and Sustenance

 to us All


Details | Free verse | |

The Moon

The shimmering light,
Casting over.
Sending bright vibes to all surroundings.
Looking down upon the world itself,
Watching as things grow old,
Watching as things die out,
Reborn itself.
The globe in the sky,
Full of mystery,
Seeking more conflict by the minute.
Positioning itself to be known,
Getting smaller,
As it hides itself behind the floating fogs.

Fighting for more power,
As it leads the darkness to turn over.
Steam casting over,
Making everything dim.
Stars shooting acorss the demoned lands,
Filled with agony, and pain.
Making wishes,
That never seem to come true.
A pleasure of joy,
Running through the grounds blood stream,
Flowing with more of a flow then anything.
Ah' Yes,
Sending thrills to everyone of you,
Living, or non-living.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thunder

Can you hear the thunder?
It pounds into my ears
It always makes me wonder
if I control my fears

It's hard to say I'm brave
as I see that flash of light
it's the terror I crave
the lightning is my fright

The rain pitters and patters
sounding a prelude to the flood
my heart beat it flatters 
as it boils in my blood

Can you hear the thunder?
it pounds into my ears
I no longer have to wonder
I cannot control my fears.


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

AUTUMN - ANCIENT CYCLES

The season slowly descends
as Autumn begins
greenery gives way
to reds, yellows and gray
ancient cycles repeat
as summer retreats
The squirrels furtively work
gathering their food
and it all just enhances
the forlorn, autumn mood
the warm air gives way
to cool, breezy days
crisp, clear, starry nights
are lovers' delights
angst, passion, desire
they ignite the heart's fire
and the season's transition
stirs spiritual ambition
the trees' colors they show
on the eyes with a glow
in the oblique twilight
ever earlier comes the night
can you hear the cries
of the geese cyclical flight?
it presents quite a sight
 in the late afternoon light
then the moon starts to rise
bright, orange, oversized
what a sight for the eyes
winter is awaiting
just 'round the bend
Ancient cycles repeat
again and again


Details | I do not know? | |

Senseless

When I was one
I stared at the sun
And although I lost my seeing
It felt like fun

When I was three
I drank chlorine
And although I lost my tasting
It felt serene

When I was five
I took a dive
And although I lost my smelling
It felt alive

When I was seven
I played a violin
And although I lost my hearing
It felt like heaven

When I was nine
I took a line
And although I lost my feeling
.


Details | Rhyme | |

Harpies

With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate


Details | Haiku | |

Skies Blood Runs Bright Red

skies blood runs bright red

heart is filled with emotion

moon seeks to heal her

 

 


(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Rispetto | |

Hollow Clearing

A hollow, showering light throughout itself Breaking apart the scene shows how it’s gone down Broken the life of the clearing not yourself Eerie the time of the night delves like a gown A shroud appears from the depths of the darkness There’s nothing that fire can hold or sure harness Calmness it is not, blanket of noise exists Screaming the spot caresses, I’m clenching fists
Russell Sivey


Details | Blank verse | |

Broken Petals

A cold mist surrounds me,
I can't help but watch as my petals die.
I look for my friends who used to stand tall beside me, 
But, they are curled in pain,
I cry to them in vain.
Slowly, I'm joining the fallen ones beside me.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Light Poetry | |

What A Way To Be

The Ama, the Snow Leopard and the Jaguar
This is An Urgent Appeal as the effects of these
 endangered Species are Sad and Real.
                                          
Think of how it feels for the poor dears for
someone to steel their beautiful fur coats,  
to make a profit which is cruel it  just proves
that evil now rules.

These Three kinds ofLeopards have become endangererd
species, can you not see the desperate state these
poor animals are in, we need to rescue them before it is too
late. 

Please They Cannot wait before they loose another one of
their mates.  The Ama-leoapard only 35 left in the world to survive
please help keep their hopes alive.

Please Change the lives of these Beautiful intelligent creatures it is unfair
what is happenening to them by these cruel hunters who attack like Leeches.
It has gone too far, please take a moment  to spare a thought for these brave 
creatures of this world that we hope to save, it is our last hope to help them to live 
and cope without our help they will blindly grope and not survive. 
Please Help TO Revive them and keep them in this world! 



Details | Rhyme | |

Pruning Aquifoliaceae

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                                                               Yard Work
                                                                 I     Hurt


Details | Haiku | |

Red Blood Shows Itself

red blood shows itself

slightly below skins surface

never an escape

 

 

(February 7, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Alliteration | |

Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Stormy Evening"

Thunder roars and lightning blazes across the sky
And it illuminates the eye of a man as he holds his wife’s hand
The rain plummets to earth and pummels a rooftop
Of a family home as the children laugh and play
The sky darkens a deep black and gray
While a couple lights candles for a romantic evening
And as the wild winds whirl faster
The end of the storm is near
As it goes more joy will come
As each walks outside to a starlight sky
And a peaceful moon rising high


Details | Chastushka | |

MOTHER nature shops at thrift SHOPS by the amazing free cee

MOTHER NATURE SHOPS AT THRIFT SHOPS

I watched the trees grow strong and tall
The rain and rainbows is how they were able to thrive
I’ve heard tell of one, but as for me I’ve never seen one fall
The only ones I stand among are vividly alive

The compost was years of dried up leaves and tears
The soil rich with nutrients that we may continue to grow
Each summertime we did that which we did
And in the windy and woeful winter each one of us simply hid

Hidden from the wind and the frost falling down
Hidden from the winter’s woeful wail
Those were the times Mother Nature wore a wine stained gown
And others when she wore second hand clothes on sale

Trees all around me with stories thus to tell
A thousand years old is quite a lengthy tale
Then one by one my fellow trees simply fell
Dead to end up a fence, a rod or a rail

With a thunderous thud my neighbor’s roots could hold that tree no more
The tallest of trees fell as a gasping and gaping crowd gathered around
If a tree falls but no one sees it does it make a noise when it hit’s the forest’s floor? 
Then I am the only tree when I fall, although all alone, everyone will still hear my sound
        © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~


Details | Rhyme | |

Tears of a Lion

In the dusty desolate desert
Where once life abundant and thriving 
Stands a solitary, starving young lion
Weakened, diseased but still striving

With tears in his crusty wise eyes
And last glare of sober defiance
At he who wrecked havoc and mayhem
With technology and burgeoning science

With man’s greed and arrogant needs
He has plundered and pilfered and raped
And stolen the essence of nature
Rearranged, destroyed and reshaped

For nothing exists in this barren wasteland
Except dust, noxious gases and death
For man has created this lion’s demise
Nothing moves, nothing stirs, not a breath

As he struggles to take his last bow
And lowers his head to the ground
Last sigh from the king of the jungle
The end of all life and all sound


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | Free verse | |

We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


Details | Verse | |

Twisted

You were born to be a filigreed crown
to soar like the swift      never touch ground
but they gave you labels   suiting their thought
words sharpened like knives    in which you were caught
 
Spoken words in unisons                    cacophony
untouchable     not decent      not fit for family
oh the old wounds                and their residual pain
I just want to           see you soaring again
 
The others hated you         without any word
their actions spoke louder         than expressions heard
unworthy to speak to           or even be seen
to be hidden from others     aspersions as mean
 
How on earth    could you possibly shine
when you felt their ridicule    locked forever in time
I watched you dry up       before my own eyes
in the heat of the ire              the flame of despised 
 
Like an animal branded           wearing its mark
cast out like our Lord         flung from the park
on rocks were you broken         too limp to hold
to crawl and to cower          where reception is cold
 
The unthinking know not        the powers of word
wrestle not with ideas       conceptions they've learned
who never consider     that our mouths are the flame
that torture the sensitive       stab them with pain
 
How long does it take       for a heart to die
too scarred to ask questions           or the wondering why
a planet of suffering    the agony of breath
like those barely living          and too slow is death
 
Where you can hold stars           and dance in the day
to sing of life's joy     partake in its sway
be moved by its chords           like crescendo of song
to be not cast down     like everything's wrong
 
The scar like a keloid      to thick to peel
weather beaten hard         shielded like steel
Walls like a fortress     the place you reside
away from misfortune         the dark place you hide
 
Listen my Love      my words are for you
I know where you shine       I've seen them accrue
If I thoughtless hurt you   please let me know
I'm only a student         molded like dough
 
Break out beloved     create something new
polish your character           bid cruelty adieu
set your sights high      seek always insight
let love be your leader     in words that delight
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Malevolence in the Dark

Malevolence frolicks.
A silohoutte unclear pursues, distantly viewed.
Damp muskiness arises from the woodland floor.
Fear and intrigue comingle with curiosity.
A srceech owl obliviates the silence.
Bravery bursts my terror, cautiously.
Slow silent breaths accompany every step.
Sweat trickles downward to my tongue.
Salty and sanguine reminiscent of that last bite.
My chest pounding, pounding, pounding.
Afraid, but compelled to know.

Indistinctly, in the distant woods, darkness waits. 
Entwined amid the twisted limbs stretching forth,
Groping for a flash of light to make clear the path,
Density disallows brightness amid the shadows.
Forest trees, bent, bowed and gnarled, embracing,
Hidden in the womb of darkness, pain –

All of a sudden, I am frozen in my tracks.
Leaves crunch behind me, footsteps!
I feel a hand on my shoulder…invisible.
This can’t be real, but it seems so.
Unexpectedly, someone jumps torward me.
Reaching out with a horrendous yell.
My throat tightens and no sound escapes.

Then, comes the relief. 
It was only my brother
Playing a joke in the dark!  

Ó November 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | I do not know? | |

Ebb and Flow

Our inner secrets
Remain hidden behind fog
We show facets of ourselves
Like diamond ice crystals
Trickling streams of our souls
Dripping from cracked dam walls
We walk through crowds
Burying the inner turmoil
Of our white water souls
Behind hollow smiles
Our emotions heavy like mist
On a black-water lake

Looking up for inspiration
On fluffy white clouds
The warm summer rain
Droplets become a prism
Forming rainbows
The colors sprayed
Throughout the sky
A projected picture of hope
Washing away the darkness

We hope that someone
Would find our
Message in a bottle
Or read between the lines
Of that ripple
The waves radiating out
Like barriers to our strife
Why do we lose ourselves
in this ocean called life?


Details | Sonnet | |

HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


Details | Haiku | |

Love light

Love my dark away
Cast out fear, don't drive it deep
Light: for darkness weep


Details | I do not know? | |

A Life Less Ordinary

Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..

Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.

When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.

Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..

A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..

This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..


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 | |

Rhythmic Steps

Jogging silently through murky night.
Wanting,
Hogging contorted chirps of nocturnal eyes.
Feel the pressure from the heel to toe, heel toe.
Heel now!
An evil moan as Pain himself sets deeply into motion.
Heal.
I shy away with backward glances vigilant, aware.
Finding broken skin with bandages infested.
Time, the slowest of the many factions
Divides again in multiples of permeated fractions.
All amiss again accounting for the soiled actions.
I sigh and fall before the rage.
Emptiness floods through the gate.


Details | I do not know? | |

We Hurt For You

My arms are being torn from me 
And I'm braced so I can't fight them.
I can feel the chains digging 
Into my soul. My tears are mixing
With my blood.

I can feel my blood slowly hardening
On my body. Chains are holding me
Still so I can't fight those who hurt me.
My arms have fallen now. The only part
Of me left, is trapped.

My body is leaning 
Back now, My friends
Are watching in horror as
I'm beginning to 
Fall.

My screams echo when I 
Fall.
My friend screams as she gets cut
And I look up to her 
And stop at what I see. 

Everyone has fallen around me
And there's nothing left.
Now I know why we were hurt.
It's simple we hurt for you.


Details | Narrative | |

Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Frailty

How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you
feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek
to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness
what lies within my heart to plainly speak
 
But raised was I upon a planets prison
and to will of others made was I a slave
with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating
the road to fear of man did abuse pave
 
I want to run barefoot         on green grass carpets
and prowl                  the mountain ranges like a cat
wing my way                         upon the trails ridges
and know no violence will me to attack
 
Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living
I've escaped intent        and accidents of chance
like those who consider all          unforeseen occurrence
that the unwary can be              caught by circumstance
 
I've made my way this far         only by reason
four reasons          gave the choice for me to live
I've had no time to consider                      my emotion
nor thought about a need         for love did give
 
I've given vent to mans neglect and violence
for no different do I find inself my own
when I look at the reflection in the mirror
no change to our past can we atone
 
All those who consider justice and affliction
the pathways of thought and all her tracks
many millennia's of history have we written
the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks
 
The ever present war              within our nature
affected by our fight          or flight of reason
the stake to posterity                 is high and costly
far to often we are weak     to logics treason
 
For all have fallen down       before true glory
not a single one hasn't failed               his own thought
for everyone has placed        for himself standards
and in his own failures                 is he caught
 
For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power
in the cosmos is ordered laws           that we can see
but not one single human         who is existing
can keep the perfection    of Love flawlessly
 
So occasionally I will have to ask             for your forgiveness
and hope you love enough           to set me free
for even if I think           I might know better
I have found in all of us            this frailty
 
I want to tell you I am stronger               when you are near me
I have found in you something       that in myself I lack
I never knew that              getting any closer
would provide the desire            to return  back
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller


Details | Verse | |

Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Lyric | |

Early April

The road comes to an end.
As I come around the bend, I see them.
Grouped and colorful, the hue of early April.
It was my cue to meet someone new.
Who was there that day?
What cars passed as I made my way?
Could anyone see our first embrace?
Such grace exceeds through my mind
Contoured, confound
For me this is pure phenomenon 
For you this is just another way to say
“Hey, you met someone new today”
But no, I hoard these memories with great passion 
Without a train of thought
I can remember what happened 
And oh, the smells
The smells tell the story 
A tale of a boy with no worries
Not a want in the world
Caught at the right time
 What he got:  Love for a lifetime. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW

I am not related to tomorrows,
Severed from them
I am  related  to my yesterdays
The suffered realites
Do not trust the future.
Passing through the endless period of grimness, 
I have owned them. Absence of miseries
Is not the culmination of the anguish.
Painful past, More known, more intimate is acceptable 
I am afraid of the future, 
The unknown tomorrow.













Details | ABC | |

The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Haiku | |

flowers

flowers 
sweetly scenting the air –
a honey bee stings


Details | Rhyme | |

nothing from nothing

I have nothing to say,
I have nothing to say.
Here are my dreams,
take them away.
Here is my love,
shut it down.
As I breathe in,
as I breathe out.

Nothing from nothing,
its all the same.
No wind for my sails,
no reason to change.
There is only I,
and I won't take the blame.
I'll leave you outside,
to sit in the rain.

The clouds they will pass,
but the dirt will remain.
The water on your skin,
will evaporate.
But the pain in your bones,
will always ache.
I want to leave,
but I always stay.

I will be broken again,
at the break of the day.
I don't go to sleep,
because I'll just have to wake.
I'll just have to rise,
and relearn my pain.
I am the fainting robin,
my life is in vain.

The old is the new,
and its all the same.
I am not a poet,
I am just a name.
The writing on the wall,
is written on my face.
I have nothing to do,
I have nothing to say.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Sonnet | |

Death Comes

The time of life has come to halt
for the grim reaper owns my soul.
His timing and acuteness never fault.
To take my life is his goal.
The shortness of a love once known.
The greatness of my internal fear.
While as he enters i sit all alone
and i begin to shed a tear.
My fate with chess betrayed me
through the hourglass i stare
the time has come for me to leave
my body and soul no longer an even pair.
My body still lies where it fell
my soul for eternity will burn in hell.


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


Details | Didactic | |

She River

There is a River flowing down the hill
Dump your waste on her and make the kill
For there was no one to question the maker
The lifeless River stinks of human squander,
She was cursed and rotting all the way
Carcasses, feces, condoms – they stay.
We were repulsed by her sight
For we have to clear the den fortnight.
She was our most preferable Bin
A place where we cleanse our sin.
Little did we know that she was our daughter
But there is no time to spare, she had to be slaughtered.
We ripped her to pieces and danced on our tears,
Together we rejoiced celebrating it with cheers.

I am the proud River once known to all!
Then came the day I met my downfall.
If you think I’m sad you’re mistaken
I’ll strike with vengeance and leave your world shaken.
Restore me back to the days of glory - or else 
Count the days and be prepared to be sorry.
You thought I was powerless and preferably dead
I will claim what’s mine, that’s enough to be said.
Where thou art mighty god, ye hath forsaken me
But I don’t procrastinate ‘to be is what to be.’
On the Day of Judgment don’t expect me to have a heart
For it was decades since you ripped it apart.


Details | Haiku | |

Raindrops

The sun is alone,
But raindrops have many friends,
Dancing through the storm.


Details | Free verse | |

Nightshade Lipstick

I scream for your pain I scream for your gain I scream to go back to just being alright again vanity spread out coast to coast the ones I trust always gave so much of what I needed most, companion dark Saturn dark Saturn silent as a lantern like a ghost in the mist that just exists inclined towards preservation An inkling towards a razor blade sharper than an inner voice more extreme than radical beliefs that brings you to your knees animal traffic what can I sell what do you need they call the catch lady It happens, its real meditate towards the other side growing up in heaven crime spikes in limelight make the north star shine bright stuck in a Rutgers ruck I scream. towards the old me if only it would hold me I wish it may have told me a hint of advice for the long nights when the closest touch of empathy could have saved or broken me Fragile as a baby's bloom a flood flashes warning signals a mountain starts in the foothills a subtle trace of nightshade lipstick open stone cold deadly eyes


Details | Acrostic | |

Beginning of an End

On this 
Night
Everything that 
Loves will loose.
Everything that lives
At last will die.
Forts will crumble.
Fate will step back
And nap.
Lovers will cry and heartache will
Laugh. Tonight in the 
Still Wind Cold.  


Details | Free verse | |

Unobserved Images Of A Closed Mind

Unobserved Images Of A Closed Mind

A prism of light
All the beauty of the spectrum
Swirling in endless waves
Twisting in strange patterns around my mind
Their movement unlike anything ever seen
Neither man nor nature could imagine such colors
Pastel clouds drift across a bright azure sky
Birds dance through leafy trees
Animals scurry and hide in the golden flowers
A woman dressed in a sheer silver nightgown stands on the shore
Before her waves break on jagged blackish blue rocks
The sound is that of a symphony written by the gods
Sounds that man’s orchestras could never create
Sounds that even nature could devise in its infinite mind
Performed only for a select few
The few who have seen the other realities
The dimensions hidden by closed minds of the humans
It takes a belief that mortal man cannot attain
At least not until he realizes that his mortality is not important
His hatred is nothing that universes care about
He is of no value until he can see
Until he can learn that he is not alone and they have noticed
They have judged
And they gave man, humankind, one more chance
To live and let live
Without hatred or judgment
Without war or violence
Just live


Details | Haiku | |

Storm approaches

Storm approaches me
Calm hides truth, shows all the fear
First drop: rain or tear


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Imagism | |

Jolted

Jolted

Jolts of 
lightning 
bolts,
electrical 
currents
traveling 
up and 
down
my spine.
thundering
and lightning
inside me,
all the time.
storms
and squalls
are in
my heart - 
tornado,
hurricane.
hurry, do
come back
to me 
or i shall
go insane!


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother of Many

Over cooked. 
No one eats it. 
It becomes a Mother.
A nurturing feast.
of Maggots. 
At least it has more heart than you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Manic Depressed Mother(Earth)

There is no Heaven or hell; Satan nor God
Just born into darkness and continue to fall

I was born to fail; failure is all that I know
And I am fueled by a hatred that continues to grow

Happiness is a nightmare; your pain is my dream
I take offence to every moment you breathe

You are my problem; problems you cause
And once you are gone, all problems are solved

A plague is all that you are; a virus that eats me
So I am going to die and I am taking you with me

Pollute, create your smog; hopefully smother
It's nothing to what you have done to your mother

You live for a second; eternity I've suffered
My path now is the sun, it is all for the better


Details | Ballade | |

Bad Luck Birds

 A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light

Plague my mind 

Ever and for still the night

Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall

Falling farther and I can’t make this right.

Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away 
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,

Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night

The sun setting and I turn away

I can’t stand the sight

I just lost another day.


Details | I do not know? | |

Early Spring Mourn

Cherry blossoms shudder
like weeping women
their delicate pink tears
tickle the pond's icy surface

Pawn fish pond.
The golden bream
of Koi lustre
mired in cold spring water

They shadow dance
next to the green bank
where  blades of frozen crocus'
huddle together for warmth

The Gods move so slowly
these days
Sighing on the black wings
of crows
who wonder if Winter
will ever end


Details | Kimo | |

The Web


Web wet with dew sparkles in morning light
The spider toiling all night
Hoping for a banquet


Working all night to support family
Caught up in a web of debt
Hopes for a miracle


5/26/14


Details | Free verse | |

Oyster days

Oyster days 
=
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Verse | |

The Natural Man

Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
 
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
 
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us 
but living without reasoning I'll regret
 
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
 
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
 
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
 
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
 
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
 
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
 
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
 
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
 
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
 
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
 
source 1Cor 2:14  , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Verse | |

Berry

Die my little cherry
You unearthly rotten berry
I won't sit on your cloud
Because of you, I am not proud
You're just a wicked canker soar
Of you there are plenty more

Die my little cherry
You unearthly rotten berry
Your tastes have gone sour
You were never a pretty flower
I watch you wilt and weaken
Your branches look ill and beaten

Looks like you're out of season...


Details | Narrative | |

Mistaken Identity

As the line’s listless structure leapt into attentive control;
It’s purpose for existence instantly acknowledged.

The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line’s condensation,
Informed of its instant transformation,
Leaps to the water’s corresponding constitution,
Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current’s rippling surface.

Instantly, a silent connection has arisen.
One derived out of technology,
Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons,
Originating before explorations in genetics.

Taking solice in a meal of two moons,
How could one resist this temptuos delight?
Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color,
Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.


Details | Free verse | |

Leech

Your fingers writhe beneath my skin
Tangling themselves in my veins.
You are a parasite, connected
and feeding off of my pain
Like the fiend you are.

I want to cut you off
And discard you, watch you withdraw,
But I know that pulling free
Would leave you with pieces of me.


Details | Free verse | |

Destruction and Decadence

I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life
You are like a labyrinth; I can’t untangle the mayhem without any clues
Spill out your emotions…there’s a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse
I don’t have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain

Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise?
I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts
Of destruction and decadence
Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance

Do you accept my benevolence towards you?
Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams?
Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you?
Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems?

Your contemplation is another expedition to trek
You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace
Rise from the cave and attack…there’s a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs
I don’t have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland

Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze?
I doubt I’m nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation
And destructive formation,
Springing forth the equipment of your
Turmoil and damnation

With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece
On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey
Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to
Destruction and recklessness
That I, by no means, address


Details | Rhyme | |

Deep

Deep



You cannot reach me
I am far beyond your grasp
Slipping beneath the waves

The air is so far away
From the depths i'm in
Absolute zero is Clay
Only the surface of my skin

Void to warmth of sunshine
Farther than the light can reach
Evolving to live on the shallows' waste
Been so long since there's been taste
Bottomfeeder wants to be a leach


Down here, the pressure is immense
A vacuuous life
Intensely defensive
Silently sighing some more
Holding my breath


The plunge awaits
In patient certainty
But the water does not discern
It runs deeper than the fates
And the point of no return


Details | Rhyme | |

Drink

 E xquisite sorrow
taste it
I did
bring forth the holy grail of grief
bend and bow the muse to me
to sing of lost loves entropy
let's drink a toast together
from this bitter sacred cup
Exquisite sorrow
the finest vintage
Please don't spill
Don't make me lick it up.
taste it
I did


Details | Free verse | |

Paradise

We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.


We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety


Yet, we feel no shame

For

Raping the world we live in.

For

Being the architects of a ghetto

That once was

Paradise.




Details | Rhyme | |

The Night

You shake and stir throughout the room.
You cause a scare with what may loom.
To bring so much fear to the young.
To make them stop and hold their tongue.
Many are scared 'cause of the dark.
I won't back down cause it's all bark.
You've made people feel so much gloom,
but I know you are not my doom.

by,
   Ryan Vaterlaus


Details | Senryu | |

' This Parade ' 8th Senryu

‘ This Parade ’     8th Senryu


  Rain … On ‘This’ Parade
Returns Back To Angry Cloud
        Answer of Acid


Details | I do not know? | |

Tower of Shame

Shame 
Remains the same
But, I'm sure I'm its victim
IT SURE NEEDS A TRIM...

I feel ugly and slim

Devour 
The tower 
Of darkness
Leading me to distress...

I'm in a miserable mess

Kill 
The pill
Of sadness
Swallowing me whole - I'm hopeless

My gratitude transforms to frustration...
Do you sense my agitation...? 

Feel
The steel
In MY heart
Pounding me to death...

COULD ANYONE TAKE HEART?
ARE YOU GOING TO LET THE MONSTERS 
TEAR ME APART??

COWER
Away from the 
Dark and morbid tower
OF SHADINESS
Throwing bricks at me... 
I'm choking on the dry paint of filthiness

Do you hear my screams?
Do you feel my stress?
Will you keep me in your dreams?
Do you want me to be full of happiness?
Do you want to rest for the day
OR put it aside and increase my dismay?

SHAME
Has no beautiful name
But, it sure gets me 
Worked up and distressed...
When I look back at the tower, 
I don't feel the best...
Let me flee!! Let me rest... 

...or I'll feel tired and depressed


Details | Free verse | |

Time Difference

The passing of three generations.
Not changing your shirt
for three days.
Is this nuclear escalation?
of a new era,
or just wheat fields in the middle of a sway?

What counts time?
A clock that measures
the pulses of the universe,
or the relativity
that relates it.

Either way
can the melting snow,
the sprouting weed,
the change of season,
does it matter?

What is different now,
so important to us
that won't be relevant
to the past?

Washing three days ago,
and my nails are full of dirt.
Does this mean God is dead?
or just make time for the show,
it is what we work for,
locked up in the houses of the head.


Details | Free verse | |

My Autumn

Autumn is violent here
The leaves throw themselves from the branches
Performing neat somersaults 
A final salute to the summer they have loved
And lost

Even down here
On the pavement
In their last moments
They bleed summer

Sunset blood sticks 
To the soles of our shoes


Details | Quatrain | |

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain


Details | Free verse | |

Beethoven 6

Awakening to the shout of the sun
Animals scurry in the underbrush
As I step out, barefooted, into the damp grass.

Alive and blood coursing
Through my veins, I am 
Astonished at how fresh I feel.
All aglow with red cheeks shining

And now I hesitate as 
My memory fills with all the cares I carry
But the birdsong is too much for me
And I begin to hum along with them.
A lone human voice 
Joining the concert that is Nature
In all its delight and wonder.

Why should I burden this beautiful dawn
With all that so often weighs on me?	
The joy of the day is greater than 
Anything that we contrive 
To distract us from the music of the firmament.
The eager embrace of the warm sun
And the anticipation of the possibility of 
All that is to come.

I dance to the possible
To the unknown and unforeseen, whatever it may be.
To live is to see with constant wonder 
What we never knew could be.


Details | Free verse | |

Works of Art

Have you ever seen
The portrait of a dog
Painted on the road,
Not in the great tradition
Of living colours as you’d 
Expect, but in all the 
Terror and detail of
An untimely death?

Have you ever seen
The sketch of an imposing house
Rendered not in vibrant charcoal
But the coal of shattered
Hopes and burnt out hulks-
The work of the Great Artist above
Or the mean imitation of an earthly forger?

Have you ever seen 
The picture of an ocean beach
With dark waters lapping
The fish-laid shore,
Not the magnum opus of
A master in oils; but
The work of an oil slick?

Have you ever seen
These great Works of Art?
And have you ever wondered why
You had to be
The great portrait
Of a Master Caricaturist?


Details | Lyric | |

Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


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Sin and Forgiveness

You know and have seen all I have done
and made me view all one by one
my own iniquity so clearly I see
What possible value can you find in me
 
Words I have spoken that caused others pains
deeds not worth speaking who's knowledge remains
How many times have I others failed
against the treatment by so many I railed
 
Oh Lord you have seen all that I am
each deed in the life that do I span
remove from me all vanity and lies
and all my own actions that I so despise
 
Chasten me not in your hot displeasure
for the words of your law are the things that I treasure
Day and night I consider your laws
things of my failings that so give me pause
 
I reel within since you've opened my eyes
and the self delusion who was my disguise
I fear to think of what I might find
If I could see clearly with sight of your mind
 
I bow beneath the sins I discovered
with praise and thanks to know they are covered
My feet had slipped into the path of sinners
My heart was cold for so many winters
 
Years I have your understanding sought
since the first time I knew I was bought
like a repurchaser in ancient times
out of slavery who's chains defines
 
The sources of waters and light that gives life
with betrothment to your Son I am wife
with forgiveness you have my heart won
a gift you've created for the heart of your Son
 
May I always your Loves wisdom to listen
within the world this was what was missing
over and over you have proved yourself loyal
May I never by actions the truth of it spoil
 
sources Ps. 38 Ps. 51 Pr.1 Acts 20:28 Rev. 21:6-27
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller


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' The Weed ... ' 13th Senryu

‘ The Weed ’   13th Senryu



    A Weed-Like, Sick Plant
Roots to Shoots and Rise to Rant …
      Infectious, Like That


Details | Free verse | |

Music Man

As the sound surrounds, acapellas and solos resound , with silent and loud proverbs and nouns.
Taking one to and from the crowd. With the change of a song, a track, melting the wax, breaking the mold, running away with it, while bringing it back.
 
Pumping through the veins , reaching arteries , articles and ventricles making them more than 2 and 3 dimensional. The various combinations of words and beats that make the heart beat.
 
How neat the flux that is created. How a mirror's image without paint can be painted. How emotions and their corrosions can be peacefully or violently narrated.
 
Through his finger tips, inking quiet melodies. Inspiring and annunciating thoughts that act but may only at times taste like a remedy for the memories. Creating with it a crate full of symphonies composed of prose and poetry.
 
The same feeling of tranquility received when feet enter the warmth of the moist sand. Played continuously in varying songs in all pores of the body by a miniscule band. This is how is orchestrated the workings of not our fellow man, but he, the music man.
 
  Ask him the question of, “Why so much depth, emotion, and passion brought forth by your  hand?”
 
He'll reply ,“  Look I can say that tunes are an essential fragment of my essence. I can make an analogy comparing how dear music is to me say and say it’s how to a flower’s life crucial is lights presence. I can even go on to say I exhale the things that society wants banned.
 
But in all honesty I’m inspired by a lot of things. But it’s mainly because of the music.........Man.”


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' Mimicry ...' 23rd Senryu

‘ Mimicry ’   23rd  Senryu 



        Is That Mimicry ? …
Yeah ! … A Caged, Enraged Polly
          Parrot-Parody !


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FREE CEE please stay planted for me

               PLEASE STAY PLANTED FOR ME

Oh lady of the sun please don't leave before the spring
the time when Mother Nature shows off what she can bring
mother nature said “flowers shouldn't be for sale”
as brown and dead removed their veil

they shed their masks of coldness and snow
so that the tulips and hydrangeas may grow
flowers shouldn't be for sale but just for show
that lovers may sit in the palette of a garden so please, my dear, don't go

it's almost time for a picnic by that lake
and if it be your will my heart is yours to take
should my voice be stilled and my legs become too weak for me
if I cannot command words let Mother Nature's pride speak for me

stay until the bluebirds return to your yard of grinning green
when the garden demands it the most scintillating scene you've ever seen
please don't leave me now at the springtime's request
when the roses bloom and the soil become their cradle and their nest
   © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Seedling

Given love and hope and warmth and light
The seedling can begin its fight
Defy the elements trying to survive
Trying so hard despite its short time alive
Your love and hope and warmth and light
Is all that gets me through the night
I would surrender without you by my side
Drowned by all of the tears I cried
Given hate and despair and darkness cold
The seedling never even grows old
Brutally defeated by the frigid frost
Cold winds blow another life is lost
My hate and despair and darkness cold
Is closing my heart making me old
Overwhelmed by all the time I've lost
My soul is a land of tundra and frost


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Remember the windchymes (for the living child)

At every first birthday party
I’ll allow you to blow out your own candles
but let me blow a heart shaped balloon
and bubbles of love just for you
In cold foggy mists on days of thunder
Let me heat you with the sight of my breath
Let me smoke you with warmth from my fire
that I’ve reserved from days of stress
After occasions of major proportion
Let me sigh a relief of exhaustion
Readily and heavily, I’ll carry your burdens
When days are dark, hear my voice
I’ll smokeline the air for your offspring
and leave them with stormclouds of possibility
When my time is done, let them feel my whispers.
Hear my laughter in the howling wind
and dance as I sing at the top of my lungs
I’ll spread screaming pollen spores
On my rollercoaster back they’ll soar
As I bring flowers toward the living
Shouting for the sake of remembrance
Take skyward the dust from my bones
But let my soul’s legacy linger forever
For I’ve given much more then my all
Please, let my last breath be never


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Disappeared...

So cold and epmty
So putrid and dark
Rotting away from sin
As your broken limbs fall off one by one
Your petals wont stay up anymore
They just keep falling to the floor
Your roots that were once so strong
Are cracked and brittle
You cannot nourish yourself from God's earth anymore
As you shrink into the ground
You can't be called a home either
Since all you do now is wither away
Once you were so full of vibrant colors
Now leaves you with nothing
I don't know where it all went
The storms came
And off you were sent
You couldnt handle the storms anymore
Your life was being filled with turbulence
You needed to get away from the thing that was taking your life...
When the only thing you were really doing was...
Embracing it!


Details | Quatrain | |

THE REAGAN'S WAR ON BUGS

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
PORTENDING Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel guy

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there WAs no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
Birds NO LONGER TO to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
            © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~! 


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To Those Who Woo'd

Oh my friend I never saw
in your many cards so written
in all the dances when we were close
to know that you were smitten
as I look into my past
and those who would me woo
with the many letters here
I could not see you
 
Never once did I respond
to words that showed you care
though because I was afriad
and ne'er my heart to share
I apologize for being blind
to the world did I surrender
and to you for being kind
and kindness did not I render
 
As often times I think of you
and what life may have brought
Mayhaps if you had spoken true
and not kept in your thoughts
perhaps had you seen mine eyes
and the anguish dwelling there
who always saw the words as lies
my judgement wasn't fair
 
Now I can see the tenderness
the gently wooing you
and the effort you had strived
to make me see it too
I carry guilt for pains I caused
with scales mine eyes were closed
like water in a fingers grasp
Mine heart in still repose
 
More than twenty years have passed
I've had no time to think
to consider how you felt
till I could put to ink
the endless refusing of even a few
who deeply showed their care
To you all I apologize
in future amends I swear

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Slander 1982

Speak we of our character lost
Effect of slanders wicked cost
Aimed as a weapon to fire
Puts reputation on burning pyre
Careful planting the malevolent word
Pretending to wish it hadn't been heard
Within the confines of inevitable fate
Rarely give the dice a fair shake
Loaded meaning are there to be found
Casting unknowing victims to ground
Caught in the fire is the unwary
Who know naught that the intent to bury
Alas the attempt to defend ones self
Does nothing but reinforce such stealth
It is better for the one who has bled
To leave his ranting and raving unsaid
For only time can heal the wound
When malignant speech comes to tomb
Time unfolds the tales told
Even be they glib lies bold
So rest comes easy naught
To the one who's lies have bought
His friends and world eventually
Won't be blind but certainly see
That actually to reverse was true
That he was wicked but not you
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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My Love, Hush Now

Be still, my love...I whisper steadily...
The predator is out to kill...hush now!
Don't scream in pain...resist it or we'll suffer intensely...

Get ready...my dove...I shout fearlessly...
The hawk will snatch you with a thrill...be brave now!
Don't unleash your fear or we'll be mourning fretfully...


Details | I do not know? | |

Tornado

Look up in the sky! Such a frightening sight! the winds are a churning in horizontal flight!

It started with hail slamming down to the ground, then no showboating, things were floating, when you looked all around, I saw a cow, I don,t know how, being lifted up in the air!

Confounded and astounded, I must find a way to get out of here!

Suddenly! through the dark cloud a strange thing did appear, an extremely loud funnel cloud, that my eyes and ears could not bear.

A huge and great menace, it moved most supernaturally, this wondrous wind wonder hadn't left me anyplace to flee!

With nowheres to run and lil time left to wait, I threw out my hands in prayer and accepted my fate.


Details | Cowboy | |

Bubbles on the Lake

An ol’ cowboy was just sittin’
On his horse for sittin’s sake,
‘Mongst the trees of time regrettin’
Those brief bubbles on the lake.

They reminded him of childhood—
They brought back his very youth—
When all things were simple and good
And a man’s vow was the truth.

But things got so complicated
As all the years made him wise,
And he loved things he once hated
And life became compromise.

So here he’s now just awaitin’
In this world that he did make—
To shun or shake hands with Satin
As bubbles burst on the lake.


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DRAUGHT

Bitter dregs of life's elixir
just enough sweet to bury the bitter
small tastes of what is fine
to keep us going within our time
 
Love is not a convenient thing
when it disappears the heart does sting
though full does it make everything
when gone sorrow and weeping
 
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
though bowed low in you I'll trust
you have torn away my shield
naked before you within your field
 
Oh cherished muse hear my cry
through falls of tears did loved one die
swayed and shaken by what I feel
hills and valleys and waves I reel
 
accursed is the lot of man
death destroys the golden strand
no resistance even strong here land
the mouth of grave does ever expand
 
Though I cherish knowledge of the future
currant cuts and pain beneath the suture
the loss and grief of present time
can make a woman lose her mind
 
All mankind of this chalice drink
It's liquid swallowed on the brink
ingested fluid in each man's hour
against it's draft has no man power
 
Imprisoned in death are family and friends
and some few have met kinder ends
into tombs and crypt and grave descends
and upon it's bed many confess their sins
 
Even those having been reborn
will face the coming of it's storm
our souls descended of this family tree
and you oh Jah will hold our memory
 
Into the dust our lives return
await the future for which we yearn
and sink we do into the maw of death
till times resurrection Son returns our breath
 
Every nation the memorial tombs do field
in it's demise our truths do yield
and to it's rest are all paths sealed
even those who to the truth have kneeled
 
Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13
Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

The cocoon of pain

If I were to look at
All my past life
My painful frightful beginnings
All the mistakes
All the tragedies
All the things I should have prevented
Those that could not have been helped
If I look at it all
As only a beginning...
As it was
Only a cocoon that I went into...
And I worked myself
Back out of it
Through all the suffering and tragedy
I grew stronger and stronger
And when the proper time came
When I was sufficiently strong enough
I would break through all that I was
To become all that I could be
To emerge the new...
The transformed...
But do I become the beautiful butterfly
Sucking sweet nectar
And bringing joy to all who see me
Or will I emerge the moth
Not quite so beautiful
And feeding off of clothing
A nuisance to society
And drawn to things that will kill it
Like flames and bug zappers
No, it is certain
I will no longer crawl around small and helpless
Like a caterpillar
But instead I will fly high and free
But will my tragedy
Have turned me beautiful
Like the butterfly
Or will I still be drawn
Like the moth
Or  like the dog to its own vomit
To that which will continue to destroy and kill me


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
That one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time

How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow

In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see

That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few

Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight

How?

Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
   meant
       in me

The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more

The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie

To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
   the end in it all

Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
   and drowns in me


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Spring Flowers Arrive

spring flowers arrive

when all old roses

show their ugly thorns

 

(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mistaken who Mistook

No citadel’s too tall for mortals like you.
Even acclivity of mounts fear of bipeds like you.
Adam’s ale in its ampleness has lost its meaning.
And only with your condonance, 
do the flowers un-bud and birds do sing.
But let’s see, if this almighty can pass in my little catechism;
And a test it is; shouldn’t be misconceived with any criticism:

So, in the unfolding, will you also make the butterfly to unfold, 
its hued aileron as per your yearn and control?
And As per your hankering, will you as well repaint,
the black calamus of the cormorant?
What has been quenching the thirst for years, 
will now go from blue to black?
will you do all this to everyone and 
Then save yourself the flak?

Will the new clock scoot a tick? 
The viaducts have no brick?
Will the berdas rumble and the cougars sing?
Will the off-springs dummy up their begetters in the forthcoming?

Succumb or give an answer, are the only ways you’ve got!

Cause’ what you’ve been doing, I dub it as prying.
And there exists no amnesty for what you’ve been trying.
You’ve been a fine jeweler for the prime;
Validating the originality of a corundum’s been your style.
So how come you changed your vogue; negative appraisal is all you report?
Since when were you born with the power to transmogrify? 
One could not get to azure, if you ever denied?

It’s never too late for home, even if you start back today,
You’re never too late for home, if you grow into a new You on the way.
You’ve been vexing the orb for years and yet go on, cause it owns no speech.
Narcissistic you are I hate to say; You never did as you preached.
But you still get a chance, to outweigh all your flaws,
Capitulate to the architect; cause he’s the only one who knows,
How the orb would relearn to live and the art for the orb to re-grow.

To bend is not for the anemic; But for those who aspire to learn.
Meek you’re not but strong enough to have ‘to be transformed’, as what you yearn.
Believe me when you reach home today, 
they will get to see the stronger You. 
For yes,  I’d still like to admit
No citadel’s too tall for a mortal like you.



Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





Details | Free verse | |

Vermilion Hideaway

Fusing closed
Secrete yourself away
In vermilion blossoms
Inside hushed anguish
Coiling up
In a fetal comfort
Beyond everything
Denying breath
Slowly fading
Within the confines
Of a blood red rose


Details | Free verse | |

Karma

Fresh entity deceived me of late;
I faltered forward upon jagged toes.
My soul was once an open gate,
now drawn shut to ward off hate.
Betrayed by the aroma of sweet repose,
then pricked and left by mistaken rose.
Her stem bleeds bitter. Having tasted pain,
she has spurned felicity.
Lying in wait to parch the soil,
oblivious to her own demise,
her karma has led to clearer skies.
Forthwith sweet Mother earth embroiled,
nimiety of roots dried and spoiled;
she shrivels up and dies.


Details | Free verse | |

Desert Pavement

I am new lava flow
covered in dense sand,
the Mojave Desert of the soul.
I am the arid places,
the barren areas,
the well packed pebbles
too tight for seeds.
And in rare events,
when rain releases a prayer,
I quickly 
let the waters blow
though my hardened runnels
and glow like a nude vegetable.



Dean Walker



Details | Free verse | |

The Pool

I see a perfect reflection in 
the mirror of the pool. 
Not a breath of wind to disturb 
its clarity. 

I gaze awhile until a single 
raindrop sends ripples of 
disruption to destroy 
the perfection - 

distorting the image; 
rupturing my expression; 
deforming the shape of 
my torso. 

Another raindrop falls 
and even more so 
until the image is a blur, 
swirling, whipped up 

by the whistling wind. 
I stand by the pool 
as the storm builds; 
thunder stealthily approaching 

from behind the distant hills. 
Magnificent in its crescendo. 
Lightning flashing, 
booming, crashing. 

Then the silence 
as the storm passes. 
Wind dropped, no more rain, 
and a perfect reflection in the pool again. 


Details | Free verse | |

When the world ends.

When the world ends,i will be a man,
of unhealthy appearance,
spineless,a life of hardship.
Wrestling with my conscience,under difficulties,
assumed the presidency by fraud,
killed thousands of innocent people,overheated the planet.
I was the great seducer,according to master plan.
The world ruler.
Hiding in my capsule now,waiting the unexpected.
Death awaits all men,
tickling my vanity again.
The rejoinder of power thirsty.
Keep to the path,
and posterity will be the judge.
Knocking on heaven's door,
the man who sold the world.


Details | Free verse | |

Aswim in love

I have been redeemed
from young love's wreck.
The call and beck of your heart:
redeem, heal.
Numbed the feel
and lie of unwanted/
unworthy.
Soul scurvy
was every thought 
in mind
and heart.

But I start again
knowing love is all that is eternal.
And as a kernel of truth infects
this barren field of mine,
another line is drawn
in the dirt between
truth and lie.
Claw and tooth they fight
for the victory of my Amen.

Do you ken?
That a thousand lies
are like the sand on the shore?
And sure they abound,
but truth is the surf
in which we swim,
and dim is that sand
beneath our bellies.
And under the current,
the lies ever recurrent
surface once more.
Only to be washed,
lost again.
As the tide pulls us away once more...


Details | Free verse | |

Quintessence of Quiescent

Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.

My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.

That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.

June 28, 2003


Details | Free verse | |

Subsiding

I’m grieving like a weeping willow tree
I’m hanging on the branches 
Colliding…colliding
Like leaves falling one by one,
My life is failing to seek the light (I don’t wanna face His wrath)… 
And I blurred out the sun 

I’m drooping like a weeping willow tree
I’m hanging helplessly…my sorrow hatches 
Abiding…subsiding…
Like leaves plunging every hour,   
My life is wandering off of God’s path (Do I still look precious in God’s sight?)…
And I can’t help but cower

I’m trembling like a worn-out cigarette
My doom is caving in…and I crumble…
I’m starving for Your comfort… I’m upset
My fate is close at hand…yet I still crumble

Into ash. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Melody of Nature

Writhing in the breeze,
I see it now,
The way the leaves bow to my vicious palms,
The insects kneel before me,
All they can see is my feet really,
And I end it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Joyous Misery

The wind creeps through my hair
 and your scent ingratiates itself within me
I look at the sky
 and i see your face in the clouds
          The clouds
             or my mind,
           I'm not sure which
              but you are still there
           You are always there.

The heat strikes my back
  and I feel you.
Touching me,
  Holding me,
     Kissing me
The light shines upon my face
 and I sense your gaze 
  burning right through me
    straight to my heart
Clear to my soul
This is your home, 
For thats where I hold all of our memories together

I look around me
I'm surrounded by green
It reminds me of looking into your eyes
 or being lost in moments of you
So easy to get lost
 when I'm with you
So easy to forget where I am
 when I'm thinking of you
My heart always yearns to be near you.

A bird flits by
 and I think of tender words
  fluttering past your lips.
I can hear them now
 as the wind rushes past me,
   and I miss you terribly.

The rain pelts down,
 as I begin to cry.


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Another Day in the Universe

     Didn't ask 
you why
       In case you
     are wondering
whether or not 
to answer me
    It's just 
another day
   here in 
the universe
    if you can't find an 
excuse
not to meet me
then, let's get 
together 
             and
                  join 
forces 
          in this moment
(which has outlasted 
     so many moments)
The dream which 
  blossoms 
             in the sun
is something 
you must contend 
with 
     For lights in the
distance
    are signaling 
us
    and we must 
understand them
      as best we 
can
     Eyes are watching us 
let's not disappoint 
       them
by our inaction
    It's just a 
  show after all
     In the sunlight 
you will 
        find what 
     you want
Have patience, friend
    This day in
the universe may
  last longer than 
  you think it will
Let's move while we can 
Our part has 
       yet to 
play itself out
    For you see 
in this garden universe 
We do have 
        a role of
   some importance
to play


Details | Free verse | |

Pieces of Me

A part of me was lost today.
Misplaced.
Burned by the embers from the fire
I grieve with angst anew
from the bowels deep within.

My world stopped spinning today.
Abruptly.
Skidding to a halt, leaving tire-tracks in my soul
I am submerged in the misery
that resides as an unwelcomed guest.

There is no sun today.
Concealed.
Blocked away, and incomplete
I am forever chained to the burden of this truth
Deep within, I’m mourning.

A part of me died today.
Forever.
Stirring quietly in the autumn wind
Ashes of hope spread over the sea
as pieces of me are buried.



Details | Free verse | |

Blister

119  degrees at my house
110  at the airport
I'm going to the airport


Details | I do not know? | |

Death's Beckoned Door Well Welcomed.

Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow....
As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow.
A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head...
Following oh following b'neath my dread.
Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning of being dead? ...
Watching and waiting the spread of dread, whilst it does do change
into it's renewed spreading dread.
That clock on yonder wall does well haunt me...
Ticking it's unconcessive sound well ached to ear.
How will i manage to unbitter this sounding well resounding attacked
to my one good ear? ...
Haste to thee these all wasted many year.
Alas i must bid not one good fare thee well as not...
Hence my choice to die and proceed straight into that dismal hell.
Death still mocks me as i sit and dwell...
I shan't ever feel safe as well.
Death promises to me a long yearning respite...
This in the end to me will finally delight. 

 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Shifts

Earth’s here quaking,  
while I’ve been thinking
of shifts.
Like the shift in love,
the shift in economy:
the dollar-fat trolls
who play tricks.
The many wounded and
the sick.
I see a haze of gray
smoke, it seems
I’ve been hiding in
my dreams,
waiting for the moment
to pretend my
words will mean a damn.
It’s melting away,
they’re  going
extinct,
forever isn’t eternity.
We need the land,
the oil, the soil, the spoil,
the life, the ecosystem
means nothing in the 
short run...
Grab your gun,
your knife,
you pride,
your flag,
wave them to one another: you’re American. 

And when the ocean comes
ashore forevermore, 
let the beauty somehow survive 
the fittest.


Details | Blank verse | |

On the sidewalk, my eyes wander

On the sidewalk, my eyes wander
till arrested by Noel.
So they have passed as tall phantoms.
So the rainbow blinds, burns, and dumbs.
So it will always be surrender.
I who have dwelt
in lone drives praying for God's thumb
must be patient with the devil.
Our ogles meet, at the bevel.


Details | I do not know? | |

Cry for Help

We were taught earth is blue and green
But soon it might only be a dream
The cool breeze and the blue waters seem to be drying
“Help me”, it feels, the river and seas are crying
Who do we blame for this situation?
Its created by you, me and called “POLLUTION”

No more are the birds chirping
No more are the stars twinkling
No more are the seas calm
No more on our faces we see a charm
It effects us all from water, air and noise
To live with it, is this our only choice?

Friends, before its too late, lets all wake up
Fight it out rather than give up
Lets not litter, lets not scream
Lets plant a tree, and may this not just be a dream
To all our elders, join us fight it without a hesitation
Save the environment and us from the deadly “POLLUTION”


Details | Rhyme | |

Mankind 1980

Scarcely are men born
from wombs comfort torn
Cast upon a raging sea
Made up from his family tree
A road bound for unhappiness
Interlaced with varied bliss
taught at time when he is young
to sharpen up his wagging tongue
Should he ever learn to share
He is also taught beware
Hopefully he'll become wise
before he learns to value lies
They'll be schooled in selfishness
Hold to views that they express
Inoculated with this seed
this propagated gardens breed
Still there is some chosen fruit
Chanced to thrive within this shoot
Whose inclination is educated
For their innocence are berated
Highly prized a virtueous treasure
a value difficult to measure
Illumination that they give
Make it worthwhile even to live

and for us when life has ended
we've soared to heaven and hell decended

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

A Sailor's Moon

A sailors moon
reddened with lost love
scarlet in sorrow
serenading deaths victims
in a desperate plea for them to come home

A sailors moon
dark with the desperation of lovers
a farewell speech
a fleeting mirage of familiarity
a forgotten fragility of the heart

A sailors moon
cold and cumbersome
heavy and burdensome
only to be lifted with the light of day


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fields Forever

Until the end, I fight 
I fight until the light is no more 
and the perilous night does begin 
& when my day is gone & future masked 
I climb my mountain with head hanging low 
Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred 
Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again 
I gaze at fields of red fury 
Fury misunderstood all dead to understand 
Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of 
Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished 
In personal strife, I cry, 
not out but in I cry to hear 
inside, inside where I've tried to hide 
and defend on this field of red 
with no more to hide & more to 
hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made 
& expose myself to all, with none to tell 
I'm free, lost to live, lost to die 
Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for 
It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends 
Till the end 


Details | Bio | |

2 Hour Doze!

A new man I am!
2 hours dozing....
My brainmatter no longer oatmeal,
More in the consistency of rice krispies


Details | Free verse | |

Doubt

A wandering wavering wind bleeding doubt wraps tightly ‘round its' victim in a masterful landscaped sketch of anger it falters and stumbles in its' indecisive nature that at times sways around the arch of a sword determined only to find the truth of its' mark An unsettled mind decides only to take itself out of everything, it finds joy in being nowhere and in that it hides behind a misted mask of silence it may cry with tears of unknown sorrow as it dances its' weak-kneed waltz around the truth that dares to spin out of control A lumbering languid mindset is preoccupied with listening to every single word of every conversation but never acting on anything it search for conspiratorial theoretical indiscernible meanings where there is nothing; It is a foolish denial of the possibility of easily accessible truth An unguided emotional eddy of evasiveness tangles around cords of hesitancy it swirls in fearful tranquility only broken by strong communication that is covered in truth and love and in honesty and compassion


Details | Lyric | |

THE DESTINY.

This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are no events images or happenings
But over the same the generations waste
Cobwebbed on a bold spot their anger
In rimless cups in pale lipped liquors
Time eaten tales aimed at amusing
Lamenting on their irrecoverable loss
A loss which was never their gain
Forward they go groping in search of substitutes
In hotel rooms where empty pouches hang
Over the pegs of wealth work and pleasure
All have accepted with harried hands
Stiffening nature humbly no measure for measure
Their guts hanging loose from under their stomachs
While vultures of low airs peck their brains
Piece by piece removing the gilded frowzy matter
Leaving the skull festooned and vainly waste.

The ancient cults of sacrifices still existing
Among jeremiad rules of the gushed brain
Each fang beak or tentacle of spidery web
The venom just dents entwines with its embrace
No grief for marshalled loss no pent up for soul remained
The old conscience just sleeps in arms of lap dogs
And each hour becomes just sanctified and sane.

It is not for charter of the world do we create
Burning our brain and the light of our eyes
Each image in our mind creates
A corresponding image in the space
And each line of the verse entombs
In eternity a sightless gong
Which the poet can hear with his subtle mind
In the span of his wretched life and can find
Some solace when everything significant is betrayed
When the weed choked fields of this world can claim
Their foremost place on the altar of the poesy.




Details | Free verse | |

That Which Goes Unsaid in Apple Season

There are things never told.
Autumn air
            apple crisp
                    in cooling sun.

We cannot let go of memories
when darkness comes near.
      We bring them back,
            reach upward, grasp then
like stars among leaves
      now green and saffron
                    of season.

We never pray for trivial things--
      we only know we are alive
            when apple season comes
and orchards blend ruddy and turquoise
      in crackling afternoons
            brimful of buckets
                  gone heavy with harvest.


Details | I do not know? | |

Aurora borealis

Ghostly slivers of light
Flickering through the night sky
Ever constant unaffected
Whether we live or we die
Down below we gaze in awe
At the night's graceful show
Milling about like cattle
Mindless of where we go


Details | Rhyme | |

The Scream 2008

What have you done oh God of my heart
with love of a man you have filled every part
there was peace here once now it is gone
I stand alone though to him I belong
Why is it always the ones that I love
never return that gift from above
Love was supposed to bring us joy
but the one I love I seem to annoy
will I find peace in the dust of death
it seems more desirable than a heart bereft 
for in death is the comfort of peace
wherefore the pangs of life seeks release
no toils , no trouble , six feet below
away from the fates I have come to know
beneath pale moon and her starry sky
to you alone whose tears hear me cry
my heart and its parts were given to you
to what I have learned I have tried to be true
the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame
a prison I cannot seem to its name
conflict and strife abiding here now
in a place that had peace alongside my vow
a crimson tide has washed my soul
the seeds of desire have taken their toll
I think I need freedom if I am to live
but my heart to another it seems you would give
what good can it do him if he cannot see
the depth of the loving dwelling in me
why I ask why have you done this thing
where is the joy you hoped to him bring

this one is very long if you wish to complete the 
reading please use this link as it is 777 characters 
over whats allowed.......www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=448188090980

in fact I have more than several I cannot post as 
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deficit disorder...


COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Free verse | |

The Rains of Today

They say that it refreshes the earth
But all I see are muddied puddles
And skies of a myriad muddle of somber greys
Where are the daises dazzling in sunlit glory?
Where are peeking heads of sprouting buds?
Where is the laughter of child dancing in the fields?
My father says its coming, but he is referring to the coming summer
Where is the promised beauty of spring?
It isn’t present in this constant downpour
I can’t see it in this half storm drizzle
But what can I do, but watch the rains of today
And hope for the dreams of tomorrow’s spring


Details | Rhyme | |

Rebirth

Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom
the fuchias have died from winters fright
the cold gate of winter has released it's might
and yet in hybernation is the possum
 
the spires of the foxglove will skip this year
within the glacial tears have winnowed past
then distilling of snow hardened fast
anon the daffodils and violets will appear
 
The shoots of life spring forth in arias song
the frost within the heart of winter fled
fountains bound forth from waters shed
they have all been kissed upon by dawn
 
In the hills the trails gates are broken
winters past has smote it's autumn
languishing leaves can never blossom
and beauty of it's death rarely spoken
 
Purple lupine forest yet to stretch the meadow
the wetland swamps lay still in fallow
yet is tendered by frog and swallow
soon the cattails and water lillies fellow
 
The leaping children of the woodland forest
will spring forth from lonely glen
and years to rushed for blessing men
yet in it's radience within does rest
 
Seems felonious that within rejuvination
that the doubts of men should sprout
when manifest of nature does so shout
that rebirth to life and love it's susperation
 
But one must chose what one's course is fated
rebirth it's possibility to man
in soil the breath of life to land
Nature has so amply demonstrated
 

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through

Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor

Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave

Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start

She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask

Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial

She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Narrative | |

A Flickering Flame

Ah, a flickering flame with shadows on the wall,
With glimmering lights rolling all around!
I will remember them all!
A flame so high,
But a flame so low,
A burn out in time!
A linger much too slow,
A flickering flame,
A moment that I claim!

Ah, a flickering flame where light covers dark and dark covers light.
With glimmering lights bouncing all over the walls!
A vision of true sight!
A flame so unpredictable,
But a flame so respectable!
A flame hard to know,
And one that can’t be controlled!
A flickering flame,
A moment that I gain!

Ah, a flickering flame showing dim light within its own domain.
With shimmering lights reflecting a glare of golden visions burning too bright!
How very well maintained!
A flame so harmless,
But a flame much too careless!
A flame too passive,
And one that’s way too captive!
Ah, a flickering flame,
A moment that I’m holding with no shame!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Flowers of Night

Within the Darkness surrounding,
Inside the blackness permeating,
And amidst Hell's trumpets sounding
Hides the secret of night's greeting.

Sacred tales of sorrow founding
Gives ease to an evil telling,
When the Devil's dogs come bounding
Down dark halls with demons yelling.

Archaic rites of dying men
Lend reason to living souls-
A game in which Love is foreign
And all men simply play their roles.

To the flame of a distant light 
Which defied Nature's righteous laws;
To the star that conquered the night
And revealed the gods' mighty flaws:

That within the black of darkness,
Beneath the lowest cave's cavern,
Beneath Leviathan's abyss,
Precious flowers in the night burn.
-michael aldridge


Details | Couplet | |

A Dead Rose

The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,

Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,

Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,

Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,

But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.

So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,

Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.

And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,

And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,

And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


Details | Blank verse | |

path

I sit here remembering times that have gone by
toward the end and near the beginning
the musical notes of my life
faith and hope
the sustainers of my path
the cartakers and builders
the moon and sun my light
the stars my many dreams
each holding me together
as the world around me crumbles
falls to pieces on my floor
my broken heart
slowly mended
as time slipped me by
as faith and hope kept building
and the sun and moon still shine
the stars still go on glinting
waiting for me to realise
that it is now my time


Details | Blank verse | |

Spring

Chlorophyll,
dissected hearts,
painfully
realized.
Atom bomb,
broken glass,
finally
putrefied.
Sanctuary,
is absurd,
heavenly,
dramatized.
Warming sun,
fragrant bloom,
fitfully,
cauterized.


Details | Free verse | |

Poetic Injuns Snarl

Poetic injuns snarl
The deprecation of land
Defacing of meaning
The grappling with cold
Hospitalized truth, creaky tiles

Curling sand from loveless fingers
Exactitude measured from fininitude
All consuming chains of being
You will be digested as chunks of matter
The law in the same
As for a grain of wheat
There's no special deviation 
For walking tonsils with big brains


Details | Quatrain | |

Now And Forever

Running in
But running out
Things we hardly
Talk about

Do we make it
Through this mess
Are we breathing
At the best

What to call
The state we're in
Sometimes love
Sometimes sin

Will it be said
We did our best
Is the table
Ever blessed

Are there those
Who will attest
We ran the race
And passed the test

Now is God's
Time ever giving
Do we stop
And trust the living

Only time
Can say the end
Here and now
I must depend

Run the gambit
Ever hoping
Human race
and God eloping

This the end
Of earthly know
Left behind
No life bestow


Details | Free verse | |

Crimson Fog (part 1)

Mist swirls through 
my legs as I hunt.
The moon,
little more than half full
casts creature like shadows
through the woods
as if the trees were alive..
That soft scent,
so deep in my nostrils,
I can smell nothing else,
seems to grab my neck
and pull me after it.
The aroma is so thick
         I can almost feel it,
                  and it is digging
         into the bestial side
      of my brain.

I feel coarse hair pushing
through my skin and
       I am wrenched onto hands and knees,
                 Oh now the sweet pain begins,
hands and fingers shrink
        to claws and paws,
then as if my head
        was being reshaped
                 by a blacksmith's hammer,
nose and mouth elongate
       into snout,
fangs ripping 
     through my gums.
The world becomes alive
as my sight changes,
   shadows becoming
          shimmering gauze,
revealing the true
        earth,
the one only the beast
        can touch.

In my new form
I easily pick up the trail
and my faithful soul pack
     falls in behind me
          as I track
                 her.
I stalk as if I've walked
this path a hundred times
under the leering trees.
Not an animal
                     (besides us) stirs,
we can feel their quivering
on the wind.

When I spot my quarry
she is in a monnlit glen.
The trees are draped
in mossy vines
    like curtains
 enclosing it from
the rest of the world.
A black glass like pond
is off to the right
enshrouded by a cliff
shaped like an outstretched
   clawed hand,
            from which
between two fingers
a slender water fall
   drops into the backside
       of the pond.

........And puff it's gone,
I taste rot oozing
       off my teeth,
that's what you get
for leaping before you look.


Details | Haiku | |

Warning

Warning

Death knocks on earth’s door
Resources used for profits
Cry, depleting…all.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form:  Haiku


Details | ABC | |

Reincarnation (Circle of death)

The leopard crouching close to earth 
While stalking, dirt smells so divine
Eyes fixed through grass, the pounce, return 
…up top with golden shrine
When I come back wish I could be 
A graceful creature so in sync
O death please hurry, come to me
Before they go extinct

Law of nature, law of man
Survival is a killing game
A part that no-one understands
Insanely human, inhumane
We’re born with will and strength to choose
Ignoring all of nature’s signs
Abusing power, win or loose
Circle of death means turning tides

When you return to earth one day
At the bottom of the food chain
You’ve turned from hunter into prey
Death haunting shrinking plains
Ask not why, ask not how
Balance must be preserved
To cheat death, stop the killing now
Or your fate will be well deserved


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm a fire

All I need,
Is the air,
To make me grow,
And dance around,
Sometimes I shrink,
To one tiny ember,
Standing alone,
But still leathal,
Big and Tall,
Firey monster,
Just one touch,
To strike you down,
I can do
What ever I want,
Burn you down,
Bring you up,
Addictive to watch,
I dance around,
Nice to the eye,
Bad to the touch,
The ultimate bulldozer,
That is I,
Desroying anything,
That lay in my path,
I only have,
One single enemy,
A mutating blue blanket,
If it lie in my way,
This is I,
Fiery as ever,
But can you see,
The beauty inside?


Details | Blank verse | |

A Rose By Any Other Name

He pricked himself

reaching for the rose,

the scent and beauty

drawing him near.

He was determined

approaching again and again.

He found more thorns

that further injured him.

Growing annoyed,

roughly grabbing,

more scrapes, cuts and then

he crushed the flower with his hand.

She screamed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hurricane Bret

Come take all away
this home of my toil
rip it all down
leave only the soil

At 10pm Saturday
you showed me the way
to discard this life
to force a new day

I urge on the winds
jumping with glee
knowing before Bret
I’ve no choice but flee

The years here my pride
my family calls home
but also my exile
from the life I’ve been shown

So bring on the hurricane
center eye on this realm
command my decisions
force me to helm

I go now and rest
to prepare the new day
my dreams will sustain
this storm lights my way

The nimbus finally rise
over my home on this beach
8 months I’ve been waiting
straining the leash

My shield is now strong
I can vanquish all foes
destroy this forced exile
clear away her past woes

The shoreline I’ve written of
will now finally wash way
portending the promise
dawning new day


Details | Senryu | |

' A Thorn, Is A Thorn ' 15th Senryu

‘A Thorn, Is A Thorn’   15th Senryu



        A Rose, Compliments
The Blossom-Dew … Then Thanks It
       But The Thorn-Bush Bit


Details | Rhyme | |

Man that I Love

Sing to me a song my love
of earth below and heaven above
fill my ears with the sound of your voice
and let me know I was your choice
let the light of my joy fill your air
and in my love you'll know I care
 
Strong is my fair one and true
with a depth rarely given to few
 
Caress me with the sounds of your song
for to you only do I belong
tenderly find each note that you play
give me all that you have to say
may your words reach into my heart
and fill each and every part
 
Sweet is my fair one and true
with a depth rarely given to few
 
Without you I am not whole
you fill the depths of my soul
kiss me with the rise of the dawn
at sunset fill me with your song
do not awaken my love
unless it descends from above
 
Strong is my fair one and true
with a depth rarely given to few

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Girl

I waited for you to draw near
my beauty was only veneer
you asked me to love
and I could not
not as I ought
I knew I would bring
unhappiness and I
have turned away from you
because to bring you pain
sears my soul , I am not whole
but I am a hole , empty
without you
I am to broken to hold
what you give , it leaks
through me like a sieve
I cannot hold it
I have lost it and it is gone
So I carry on
would that I could have stayed
unafraid , that my touch
could harm you , to my alarm
and I slipped by you at last
I am your past
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Free verse | |

The Climb

The Climb
Up and up we
Climb up the spiral
Staircase.

Each step you take
You curse my
Namesake

Each step I take
Each Moment
I wish someone
Else could
Take my place

When we get
To the top
Look out
At the vista

Watching the ocean
Lick the sugar sand
Coastline

Nothing but
Peace is
On your face.

Climbing the
Lighthouse Was
Not a waste.


Details | I do not know? | |

Satire

Why when I find happiness
   do those who say the wish me best
      fain such a golden smile
As though the light is beacon's plight
    but know I all the while
The value of gold, for which life is sold
   which caves in just like tissue
The fact that gold is metal is not even an issue
    because you see no bolster for me but false security
They build a bridge with middle hinged
    watching, waiting; I'll fall through.
Ohh, I'll be away from the horrible desire 
     that keeps my soul on fire
I won't burn up, here toast with cup
   thanks for saving me
Then the hinge
The floor falls through
Leaving only falling, free
Away from hurt as you watch me, fall.
  Thank you for protecting me


Details | Quatrain | |

Now And Forever

Running in
But running out
Things we hardly
Talk about

Do we make it
Through this mess
Are we breathing
At the best

What to call
The state we're in
Sometimes love
Sometimes sin

Will it be said
We did our best
Is the table
Ever blessed

Are there those
Who will attest
We ran the race
And passed the test

Now is God's
Time ever giving
Do we stop
And trust the living

Only time
Can say the end
Here and now
I must depend

Run the gambit
Ever hoping
Human race
and God eloping

This the end
Of earthly know
Left behind
No life bestow


Details | Free verse | |

enjoy the Ice cream.. while it lasts

Entrapped with Wires

Hands bound behind my back

Enslaved

The wires go on for miles 
 
Covering every inch of our city

Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement 

Our happy little friend??

NO

WE

Like a dog on a short leash

Tugged by  its master

Controlled

By the flicker of light from the fillament

Are we now but  0's and 1's?

Turn it off 

Live!!

Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination

They have found me here in my safe refuge

The world's  end  and innocence is due to our undoing

I am their prisoner

I shout for someone to rescue me

BUT 

 The noise of Traffic

Blocks 

The sound of my tears dripping


Honking away those little monsters

Gasoline chompers

 leaving their waste 

Which harms us

Oil from the dead

Is what fed them today

Poisoning the air

Like fish gasping on land

The Result: Dead like the oil

We'll be buried in the ground

Where

The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets

 Like it has every inch of the underground

Infrared signals

Dance across the sky

Our invisible enemies

Blistering 

Cooking flesh for human consumption

Ironic

The cancer eats us from the insides

This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge

for something pure

Smog 

Devil's breath 

Hot 

The stench is unbearable

OH Gaseous Death

You billow from the smoke stacks

Licking  Away layers of the Ozone

Earth

The universe's ice cream

A treat that used to be sweet

But now after years of abuse 

Turned  out to sour

How long will we last?

Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast


Details | Bio | |

I'm Not Like You John Muir

I'm not like you John Muir:
I haven't fell into the deepest well;
I haven't swam through a solid stream;
And I haven't felt a gushing geyser's steam--
I've only been forever locked in this cell.

I'm not like you John Muir:
I've never slept under the stars;
I've never had grizzly meat for a snack;
And I've never ridden on horseback--
I've only ridden in lazy cars.

I'm not like you John Muir:
I will never fight for a cause;
I will never see mountain peaks;
I will never bathe in bottomless creeks,
And no one will ever know who I was.

I'm not like you John Muir,
But I wish that I was.


Details | Quatrain | |

I SWEAR SATAN REALLY IS MY DADDY

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel I named “Guy”

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
            © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~! 


Details | Free verse | |

Awake

Clear, divine, unsullied, pure.
Such rays of love and affection,
they linger in warmth on me.

We bathe, they sing,
the light amongst the dark.

Mingled, mixed, mutilated, maintained.

I, this shadow of darkness.
You, this ray of sun so bright.
Us, a tragic combination,
surely our stars lie crossed.

Uncouth, depraved,
I am born of blood.
Unfixed, despotic,
you breed vanity.

Yet stay, my lover, stay,
bless me with your warmth.
A chill has grasped my spine,
and threatens to never release.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Gift Of Insecurities

The gift was in a very huge package
Alluringly wrapped in the palest pink
Card attached was calligraphic in ink
Any gift from him was not average

When opened with much delight, the contents
Caused insecurities to tumble forth___
Joy? Fear of failure came from these presents
Taking out least feared __verse__William Wordsworth

The essence of the gift to him was good
The sum of the gift to her was fear
Excitement at this stage of life she could___
Not get a grip__on hold her life for years

Should she not fear but just try to use the gift
God had given her time now spared her life


Details | I do not know? | |

ameilia

She disappeared
as suddenly as she
came
like her namesake
we don't know when
 or where
she's just gone
and i wake
at 3 or 4 am and stare out the sliding glass doors
hoping even praying that she might be there
but her food goes uneaten
or a stray skunk or raccoon will stop and nibble
but not she
not ameilia
i wanted her to be free
i knew she would never come to love us like the others
i wanted her to be warm in the winter and sheltered from the hot summer sun
but it was not to be
she's just gone
and i miss her


Details | Free verse | |

Kanawhan Arbors

One year in H*ll and three years in Purgatory
From the burning wastelands to the frigid cold
Walking on blisters and dreaming of the sun
Lost in the darkness, lost in the night
On the rim of the forsaken was a forest
The wind whistled through the trees above
Voices in the distance, light among the shadows
Strong were the roots held tightly in the ground
About them was peace beyond words
A respite from the cold and dark
Drawing from the earth, prosperous in the rain
The gift of the trees was protection, or redemption?
I walked among them one evening and there was a glow
Far away from my shackles and torment
Safe passage? Forgivness? Was this the light?
I stole away from my prison and there was life there
Life to fill my heart and soul and the trees were silent
They know of the pain and cry their leaves in sorrow
For the passing of the season, for the little death in us all
Their wisdom is simple, rebirth is but a cycle
Though it pains them so for every year they die
Waiting to be reborn again with the season
They saved me, the trees on the edge of Purgatory

Their leaves are the fallen martyrs
Teaching the lesson of the Kanawhan Arbors


Details | Couplet | |

Summer Fun

Sweat pants and wool socks
a hand-knitted scarf or two
warm mittens and hats
no doubt you think I’m nuts

Rosy cheeks and runny nose
soggy boots and frozen toes
chattering teeth and quivering knees
when I dream, it is of these

Down jackets now long packed away
skis and poles just taking up space
in my crowded messy garage
snow covered runs - just a mirage

Sun screen and flip flops
sunglasses and sticky pits
baseball caps and Thanksgiving in shorts
I despair of weather reports

How did I get to this eternal hell?
where A/C costs you a paycheck as well
where tender skin exposed continues to burn . . .
I just know somewhere I missed a turn.


Details | I do not know? | |

Demons (2005)

My demons are not dead yet
The come alive when I wake up from bed
Everyday is a battle
Facing an audience I rattle
Questions on the spot
Oh a whole class I forgot
My confidence breaks to a frequent low
When ever I find it my demons seem to know
I wish they would die
Its up to me to kill so I can fly 


june 2005 - about my new job


Details | Bio | |

Four Million Hours Till Tomorrow

I wipe the sweat,
From my brow,
And I wonder,
If I'll ever find out how,

To survive this night,
Endless time grinds
Ever more slowly,
It never unwinds,

I toss, I turn,
I put on the light,
Why, oh why,
Must I always fight?

All I want,
Is to end this night,
And welcome
The sun's glow
Oh, so bright

I shut off the light,
I face the wall,
I am getting desperate,
For me to fall,
Asleep, asleep,
Oh elusive sleep,
How you tease me,
Why does the time
So slowly creep?

Another pill?
More T.V,?
What is it about,
The night which
Tortures me?

Is it nerves?
Overactive brain?
The faceless morrow
That'll come again?

The sun rises
My lids do close,
I wonder why then,
Who in heaven knows?

So I have a clock
Inside of me
Broken down
Useless as can be,

Insomnia, you devil you,
You torture me,
You really do.


Details | Haiku | |

Tell Me Why-

Tell Me Why…

Ecosystems live.
Biodiversity thrives.
Where…man is least found.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form:  Haiku


Details | Terza Rima | |

Lightning

And then the nightmare awakened sweet slumber
And cracked sacred dusk with spiraling thunder
Who brought this on, who’s spell am I under?
Pinch me and wonder how this has transpired
From which wizard’s wand has this bolt been fired?
Who snapped their fingers, who left skies divided?
And origin’s wish has been granted, redeemed
A stray beam of hope sleepwalking in dreams
Fear demons disguised as white lights make us scream



Details | Free verse | |

Heart Attack Country

Softly
you enter the red tide, that sateen
landscape lithographed on the back
of eyelids.

Aging
means not caring anymore.

A sea of sidewalks await--
celestial and gray in the evening
tonality.

It always ends that way.

A magenta moon embosses
a chiaroscuro sky. A cicada
churns ancient stories
in the netting of apple trees.
Motionless, you blend with earth,
one ear sojourned
              with new-mown grass.

We enter and re-enter
that awful under land, that soft
sluicing of a thousand salmon
              in the distance.

It always ends that way
      vining upon the portico
              of moon
as gray-edged thrushes
              ferret the sky.


Details | Free verse | |

Unwanted Unicorn

A beauty like all the rest
But she has no need to run
No man wants her enough to give chase
Nothing that is her fault but fates

She dreams of a lover who wont appear
As down her cheek dances a salty tear
Alone she is to be for all eternity
The unwanted unicorn
Is all she is meant to be

Her heart has not yet given up hope 
That maybe someday she'll find the poor dope
But with each passing year even 
It leaks a bloody saddened tear


Details | Epic | |

Paradiami

I once stood alongside two Eagles pure graded in breast plated armor.
The one to my left I set free to love my innocent little white doves.
And the one to my right I dared to never leave my sight with little ole Pallor.
I left to spread the Eagle’s wings of merit soaring from far away and up above.

My Four horsemen flew on chariot wings with my four Golden Cups of Charis.
I stood up on the clouds and organized my Swordsey’s divine little palace.
The rainbows were blossoming around thrones of my precious manipulating Chaos.
I took two wings from the Eagle’s nest and kept them from falling completely off.
Then there was my balancing Scaler, behind his little trot there’s this forget me not.

I went further down and made myself quite the Amazing little conductor.
To the left of that shall be the Shadows of Webber’s with his dynamic dual detector.
To the right of this shall be the Beamers to Visor’s ultimate fine tuned selector.
Then I shall weld my shields for Justice with Timers s incredible invincible reflectors.
In the center of all of this my Blotcher’s shall send Dejavu’s to my blinding receptors. 

When my signals blare I’ll see Sweeper with Creeper and Snickers all on one perfect flight.
That’s when I will look up to the one to my left and the one to my right.
Then the Stars will gleam and flicker as I shatter both you Eagle’s with my true light.
Then you Eagles will know Paradiami is soul mated to love’s faithful glorious might!
 


Details | Ballad | |

LIKE SPRING

There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon.
In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything.
When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn!
Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring.

For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on.
Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything.
But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone!
And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring.

Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on.
Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything.
For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn!
Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.


Details | Lyric | |

The Nature of Pain

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a butterfly
whose wings have been
torn apart
I sit here
quivering inside
closing my eyes
as I let waves of pain 
wash over me
knowing that I 
cannot ever
overcome
completely.

The nature of pain
is not to destroy
but to make the pained
wish for destruction
as the ocean yearns 
for the shore.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a vein to my heart
that has been cut
I am bleeding out 
precious crimson liquid
seeping through my body
filling me with a languor 
so close to pleasure
that it is unbearable
but unmistakable for pain
and that overwhelms
my senses
asking more 
of my empty shell to fill
then I have.

The nature of pain
is to lie quietly by
waiting for the right moment
to show its ugly face
to rear its head
that reminds me so of fear
that holds you in its clutches
thirsting for you to beg
to be
let go.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like lenses 
placed by fingertip
on lucky eyes
each morning
this pain focuses
sharp and clear
on a pinpoint 
somewhere between
my gut 
and my heart
and I blink 
fitting these contacts
around the iris
so that all the pain
pouring from my eyes
is stopped
held in
pushed back
inside
so that no one sees
except me
through this clarity
newfound
unwelcome.

The nature of pain
is to fall quietly
and hit with a sound
that resounds
through the caverns
of your mind
like the screech
of a trapped
bird of prey.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a lonely fish
venturing down
to the bottom of the sea
I did not see 
the creature
fearsome
toothed wide jaw
glowing green light
hanging to light
its gruesome mask
that was hiding
behind that rock
lying in wait
for me to swim 
around the corner
so it could use 
the element of surprise
to take me down
quickly.

The nature of pain
is to systematically
break down
the only part of you
that ever matters
into tiny pieces
not available for recovery
which
even if you could
do not fit together anymore
so much
have they been mangled
by the force of that pain
until there is nothing left
but an intense desire
not to live.

I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

And as I remember
I forget
myself
and I am lost
swirling as this pain
washes over me
overwhelms me
surprises me
and won’t let go.


Details | Free verse | |

Night Sounds / Night Thoughts

Endless train whistles,
At the limits of one's hearing,
Never farther away,
Seemingly never, ever nearing...

Sirens shrill screech,
At times of their own choosing,
The pulse of mountain winds,
Never gaining, never losing,

Honking winged geese,
A satire of city cabs?,
In cloud bound nature's streets,
Small planes coming and going,
In a parade of me wondering,
but, never knowing,
Where they might have come from,
And where they now are going...

Abandoned homes,
Abandoned dreams,
Stars sparkle in a
mockery of fate,
Who was the last to leave that home?
And what might have been the date?

Will bears soon be wandering
down city streets,
Perhaps shopping for a new coat?
Wild dogs in packs attacking anything?
The bray of feeding goats?

My silent snores go unappreciated now,
There's no one to say "Good Night",
The body aches, my will it strains,
I have no one to share my pains...

Empty pockets stress my hope,
It takes all my will to cope,
Where has everybody gone to?
Has everyone gone to the moon?
I await my turn to join them,
I pray it will be coming soon...

Or am I left here to guard the past?
For me to be the very last?
To witness what the fates have cast?
To experience decay first hand,
Through the hour glass's ebbing sand,
How pointless time does then stand,
Not like a full head of hair..
But a single, lone strand?

Me, the lone keeper of times no more,
As giant machines still hum busily,
No one now to know their purposes,
now or then for sure....

And now you must go too...
I wonder, I wonder,
What I will do?
Alone, books and ink,
My sole companions till
my ship does finally sink?
I eye the rifle in the corner...
Maybe the rules God will bend...
If I use it as my ticket to tranquility,
For, at least, my pain to end?

Yes, at its worst,
No more pain...
Sure it is forbidden,
But reasons to live seem to drain...
No one to say Goodnight to,
No one to say Good Morn...
No one to hear me question...
Why I was ever born...

To those who complain of pressures,
Of work, of family....
Could sit in my chair,
eyes opened...
And see what I can see...
I'd work 24 hours a day,
7 days a week,
And enjoy every responsibility,
To care for friends and family...
& work 60 hours a week,
& feel the difference,
Paycheck but a bonus,
And, see
& gain a new point of reference,
And from that very day,
You'll see the value of your life,
In a very, very, new way.





Details | Free verse | |

Standards

You are beloved still
and thoughts are tender
which mine mind speaks softly
                                       unto my heart
so secretly are they
conveyed within mine self
to be hidden from you
that you might not treat them
                                        as inconsequential
or lightly esteemed
 
for so many give praises 
on clothing external
for so conspicuous a talent
 
I sought the face behind
                             the visable
that core of tapestry
of character so clouded
by the gloss what the world
                                    deems ascent
where a mans praise 
is what he paints
and not what he values
 
to color this orders conceit
as the heigth of expressions
and self aggrandizement 
                                over ones peers 
as healthy competition
 
and pulled are we
twixt the masters
 
a heart which dispises injustice
and the accolades of the systems
                                                   praise
I can not love the world order
though I care dearly
                       for its children
I despise its values
 
do we judge that its princes
have more worth
                   than its paupers
that the rich
have more virtue than 
one not holding wealth
                          in admiration
what standard has the world raised
 
does any exceed
the absolute laws of love
 
what have been its reflections
the mirror of its values
what fruit has it produced
answer me this
 
from whence is its source
that its display might be
seen in its depth today
 
that mankind hold
                      no accountability
to the cosmos or himself
but the mad pursuit of
self importance  , ego 
 
yet I would lend you my
esteem for so great a many
                                    qualities
that I love in man
that I seek in them
those things that are true
                                   treasures yet
and shall always be
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller


Details | Rhyme | |

Tenets written 1980

Who is the one that is able to see
what is now , happening to me
are you hearing what they say
as they walk God's loving way
I feel it won't change
it's always been the same
when I wake tomorrow
I will yet feel the pain
does anybody really care
I have yet to see
How can I ever learn
how that I should be
Books there are sharing
Lectures many on Love
but I have yet to find
a human tender as a dove
Hands as soft as velvet
Words as gentle as a stream
sensitivity to my feelings
that I've never seen
This is Gods forsaken land
the shallow depths , the heart of man
a babbling brook and empty store
provisions gone and stocked no more
Why hold we to theses concepts dear
when to men's hearts
they are not near
To some who seek these tenets
that belong this reality
the hope lies in the future
that change will come to be
 
written following slander
by those professing to
hold Truth dear......
I am so over it now
but my thinking that
those who profess to
follow Jesus need to
be more careful about
displaying what they
BELIEVE as God can
see us
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Between Rains

Between rains
the ivory carving of clouds
becomes a living thing.  
Watercolors wash gilted streets, 
dance under wheels,
yet there is no time
for reflection, the singular
interpretations of foreign tongues
of clouded minds.

How many opportunities
never realize the grasp of eyes,
the moist moments
of hesitating smiles? 

It comes now without warning,
the wetness washing our bloods,
making them one - a rusting  of grass
in summer's soft revelations.


Details | Free verse | |

DUSTING OFF THE KINGDOM

I kissed the bed bye
With a dusty blipping lip 
I couldn’t dust off with water
For dusting the dust off my body
Means to be in love with night
Cold chilling breeze in “Ibadan”.

With dust all over me
Woke up only to yawn of dust
With it still casing me all over
I sneeze and breathe of it endlessly.

Why pretending to dusting the dust?
For everywhere is full of dust.
Our road is the king of dust
We eat and drink of it . . . dust
Nose and mind of all full of dust
We live in the kingdom made off dust.

When is it of a day when the road
Will be dusted off its dust?
When it shall vamoose off our rooms
When it shall zoom off our kingdom

Its time to dust them off our kingdom
The few ruling cabals dusting hunger on us
Blinking with bleak shall our future be no more
For we shall dust off fear and dust them off  . . .

15th August 2006
12.58am.    

On my way from Ibadan, conceptualized from the perspective
Of the dust we are daily battling with in Samonda, Ibadan.

  



Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Global Warming Goblins

 



 The Global Warming Goblins 
 were gruesome 
sneaky creatures
and there are movies 
featured with these 
creatures
they 'd often spread
gruesome tales 
just to scare
they didn't care
like tales of dying whales...
and dying polar bears...
They'd pretend
to like nature .
They'd pretend 
to like humans
Yet, the gruesome
sneaky goblins
blamed them for the strife
they set out to hurt humans 
for the rest of their life.

Crunch! Gobble! Crunch!

"The earth will melt-they'd shout!"
And many more lies spread about!

"The earth will burn!"
"The  earth won't turn!"      

      Lies, Lies, Lies !

" Serve us or lose your  head!"
"For if you don't, you will dread.!"

 Crunch! Gobble ! Crunch!   


Copyright  McCuen  2008


Details | Free verse | |

Black Rose

I continue to find myself in a pensive state of mind.
Giving time more time.
Even worse, i'm wasting time thinking of the time I've wasted.
Letting thoughts untwine reminessing of the passions tasted.

Here I stand a man with no set destination.
No guides no plan , no helping hand.
Just heroes for who I show admiration.

Just another try to ignite the spark, to set the blaze so I can with stand the fire.
Just another chance to form iron from this ire.

All these thoughts that have been written down left unread.
So hard to forget the words never spoken.
How easy it is to admire the lies that are so token.
How delightful it is that hearts gravitate towards another when broken.

These forms and ideas together they untwine.
How each dark thought sprouts in the night.
How the black rose blooms in the lack of light.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Moon's House

My eyes, that which has betrayed me the most, look up toward you, my shining moon, in the
sky. Frozen in place, I look to you for guidance, finding your arms held out to me in that
cruel gesture. I will not take it, for your fingers will never close around my shaking
ones, and I will never find your smile as kind as I did the first time. 
	It is like looking at the sun, only to find it harsher with each dimming glance until I
am blind. 

How hard it is, to stand within the moving tides that pull towards you, all running to
your hand and falling through the gaps between, returning to itself as whole as it will
ever be, save for the drops that lovingly slide down your wrists. 

	With locked gazes, I can not help but wonder who you are looking at, if it is to me or
the ones around me, I will never know, but for now, I will follow the sinking waters to
your grasp, but I shall keep my hand reached towards the burning sun, and I will take
neither. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Cistern 1980

There are some things
deep in the well of my soul
hidden away to keep me whole
down in that unfathomable deep
the experiences that make my heart beat
the surface of the well I seek
soak up the suns warmth and heat
screened off from the light of day
the bottom made of mire and clay
the mortar of my bounds surround me
to keep from spilling all I be
so the surface of my sweet water
must be drawn up by some other
means than a cistern overflowing
swelled by rains and overgrowing
should you draw by pail this water
I would freely offer another
to fill you till your thirst be full
by life giving force from my pool
I am full of life's desires
that which gives growth
and contains the fires
for a simple purpose was I made
to quench a thirst and grow the shade
for the weary soul that passes by
and recognizes it is I
who draws the strength of the sun
to transfer to a living one

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

Escape

Autumn slips away,
explodes green water, dives back
into crystal breath.


Details | Rhyme | |

Voiceless

I have called to you my Love
with the only voice I have
take courage be strong
for my Love will everlast
 
I would join my heart to you
I would walk with you beside
follow you anywhere I could
only do so as your bride
 
This is the only place
I am free to speak to you
though deeply I consider
to tenderly voice  what's true
 
This life I want you in it
and never very far away
I miss our two minds speaking
the quiet words we say 
 
There'll never be another man
who is the like of you
the perfect match to my heart
where my love will remain true
 
The moment I fully saw you
and knew you read me well
your eyes follow everything
and see inside my shell
 
This is as brave as 
my voice will ever get
far too much injustice
by men I don't forget
 
When you want the real thing
and you've given up your fear
remember that I love you
and I'll be waiting here
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

the killing

The machines... 

Jagged teeth ripped the forest down
Ravenous 
Sweet innocent forest
Deadly Machines
Killing every inch of purity
The babbling brook’s blood 
Splattered all over the battered ground
The screeching whine of the roots being forced from the ground
Begging for mercy
But there is no stopping it
The mighty trees forced into our willful submission
Chaos
As the inhabitants of the forest flee to safety
Running onto our man made streets
Slaughter
The pittar patter we once knew has turned into a stampede
Slamming hard on the breaks, and breaking bones
Exterminating all sense of hope for a better tomorrow
Silence now
After a long day of murder
What a shame
The bare earth looks dismal
Do we always kill what we love?
I swear it looked like a pack of hungry wolves
blood dripping from their lips
only seeking the virtuous
survival of the RICHEST
Pumping diesel into the sky
Choking the birds
On a path of destruction
For the righteousness of the undeserving
The carnage of the lawless land
Consider what you’ve done
I weep for you
Here today and gone tomorrow
Our world is getting smaller
The comforting grass is no longer
Metallic cold 
Seeps into my blood
Enclosed in a forever four wall prison
Wishing for serenity
And only finding despair


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Just Live

Can I not live?  Just live.  Just live and breathe
And appreciate, not my life, but life.
Walk beneath the stormy skies and see the clouds
And smile at the moon. She always appreciates
She reassures me that the Sun is still there
And His rays touch her and they will touch me
They make me.  

Can I not live?
See the beauty in the growing grasses
Aware of life, but not my own.
Aware that I am just a visitor, a speck
That rides the chords of time and loves.
To touch the hands of such a Father
And to nestle in the breasts of Mother Earth
I must respect and be alert for what She says
I only suckle when she demands, and it
Is in respect.  Complete respect that I genuinely keep

Can I not live?  Just live and walk on the sands.
Touch the surface of a rolling world that roars
And foams at my feet.  Those massive beasts,
Part of a world I cannot explore and should not
Because, I respect.  My Mother Earth cries
For me and for them.  

Can I not just live?
Who should I listen to?  My Mother or
The Man of law that defecates her soul?
Must I be confined to a cement block?
And littered with shoving expectations that suffocate
I cannot live.  I cannot just live.


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Vigilante

Vigilante


He walked in the door
a little John Wayne
a little Jesus Christ 
six foot tall 
giant guns on his hips 
so emaciated you can count all his ribs. 

twelve bullets flew and 
twelve persons fell  

reload  

repeat

the deafening clash never ended 
until all you could count was the dead.


He stood among patrons
of the local pub 
and made a decision 
like he always does 
that he would never do this again, 

never again 

see the blood on their faces 
and blood on the floor 
but forever carry 
their blood on his hands. 

He sighed, 

sheathed his hard steel 
turned on his heel 
and walked right back out that door.
 
That wasn’t the first time 
and wasn’t the last 
that he shot the hot lead 
and dropped steaming brass 
leaving no trace 
but the spent cartridges strewn about. 

He knocked the dust off his boots 
and kept walking on 
humming a tune 
couldn’t remember the song 
unsheathed his steel 
and just let them play on 

that deafening clash never ended.


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As I Watch These Rivers Surge

Dancing, as they stream down,
Cascading into these oceans of freedom,
As they spread purity into
The salty water,

Flowing smoothly,
Pouring like water into a glass….
A captivating view,
As these droplets of water splash their
Tenderness everywhere,
---------------------
A-h-h-h! This tempting vision,
As I sat there pondering,
Contemplating, meditating…
I closed my eyes,
Craving for that sensation once more,
The sensation of tenderness   that
Splashed,

The sound of its pure waters chanted…
I once again was enchanted
By its allure,
For the world around me was pure,

As feelings slithered underneath
Its soothing waves,
Sympathy, comprehension, empathy
All came drenching me,
I smiled for I inhaled the odor
Of sweetness,

The perfume of perfection,
Mmm! As I smelt its scent!
It allayed me with every breath…
It caressed my flesh,

Dawn, as the sun began to rise,
As tears rejoiced in my eyes…
I continued staring at the flowing river,
As its movement slowed down…

Reminiscences,
As memories rushed back
I smiled…for I knew everything is evanescent,
“Forever” is never to join with happiness …

As I closed my eyes,
Trying not to remember…
The chanting melodies gradually faded,
Until they completely stopped,

I opened my eyes,
Feeling deep remorse, realizing
That the river’s flow completely ceased…

Everything came to an end.


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Crimson Fog (part 2)

The water's dried up,
trees broken and dead,
the pleasant scent of decay
permeates from everywhere,
sinking into the pores
   of my nose,
burning away any other smell.
I watch my pack...
       I guess twist is the best word,
backs hunching more
     as they try to become upright.
Front legs elongate,
          paws dragging on the ground.
Hair falling out in clumps,
the patches left
growing longer,
       all ragged and nappy,
almost like dreadlocks.
Ears wilt,
     snouts shorten
                      and widen
sprouting more teeth
than can naturally fit.

They make the mistake
of thinking they
    rule the pack now,
             wrong.
I pick the one
I had given her
      and rake my claws
   across the gut,
spilling intestines
                    and gore
on the dead ground,
then while
it lays there wailing
    I dip my hand
                   within it
and use its blood
to draw a pentical
on the soil around it,
         sacrificing it,
to lock myself
   in a darker state,
      my old self,
the best part of me.
As the ritual finishes
    I howl blood red rage
                    at the moon,
turning the fog crimson
  as it thickens
           to engulf the unfortunate.


Details | I do not know? | |

OUR DAILY BREAD

Give us our daily bread . . . 
We shall not mind if we 
Have a daily milk,

Neither shall we take offence 
If we have a daily butter  to match. 

Who amongst you will give his child
A stone if he demands for a  bread?

Who amongst you will offer her child
A serpent if she request for a manner?
Legion ,they are today in the globe.

Who is holding down our daily bread?
Who is hoarding our daily milk?
Who is selling our God given freely manner?

The men with Capital in all our capitals
The men with the tyrannical order of Capital 
The men enslaving us for more Capital 
Even in the nooks and crannies of  rural towns
As hunger and poverty hovers round the cities
Even amidst unprecedented Capitals.

The more we gnash our teeth crying for our   
Daily bread given by Jehovah Jireh
The more they replaced it by daily stone.

The more we complain of hunger to Jehovah
The more they laugh at us and replace our
Daily bread with splotch of taste and famine,
For they known we are springy to sufferings.

The more we lament of the men in Capital 
The more they turn our daily bread to serpent
Striking us forcefully even in hunger. 


The more we beg of them for Capital
The more they kill us for surplus value 
For their fiendish drive for more profit .

Tell the men at work to beg no more
Tell the men in Capital we shall beg no more 
Tell the men at work to arise  and unite 

And stop them and their unending lush luxury
To forge ahead to the barricade and 
Seize the mace off the corridor of their hands.
Then ,only then, we shall experience hunger no more
And our daily bread shall be “tead” and “buttered”.  




Alayande Stephen .T
16th of April,2006
6.30pm

Conceptualization of the sufferings of the masses
All over the world in the hands of the ruling Capitalists
Despite the abundance given by God. Demanding for workers
Solidarity throughout the world to overthrow this endemic Capitalist system.



Details | I do not know? | |

Rain,Pain,and other things quite INSANE

During September rain
under her spell of downpour
The mind cries inside
It wants nothing more

Flash flooding put out the fire
The rainbow cannot be seen
A child has lost his youth desire

Thunder and lightning in the air
Pelting golf balls of punishing hail
This man is surely drenched
But..he cannot really care

As surely as the Storm exhale
Winds that surge and kneel me to the ground
Again,as always..I have put myself back into jail
The weather is my keeper who has no mercy

For 40 days
Of endless nights
Someone up there
is reminding me in tears
to look forward past the deluge
instead of rewinding back those years

God continues to throw a tantrum and cry
Contemplating his wrath:

DOES HE WANT ME TO WITHER THUS AND DIE?

His Sun has not shine these last few days
We are cold,soggy,
without the afternoon's rays
I cannot tell
which way Heaven truly is
Or how far distant
that HELL is as well

Staring out from window pane
Continuous wet stream
is not at all to blame
People may not notice
but..
the good Lord still knows my name

This month is nearly over
October
aound the corner bend
If the Sun comes out 
just one more day
Here to greet me
Before it finally shades away!



Details | Burlesque | |

Water

Water, water, everywhere,
Turn on the faucet,
It's not there....
Broken main, they say...
Trailer park bosses,
They don't care,

They gave us each three gallons
Of water in a jug,
Hard to take a bath,
Unless you're the size
Of a baby bug...

So,  drink beer or soda,
Unbathed, there is an odor,
I always said this trailer park stinks,
Life here is but a jinx...

Buy a pup-tent,
Camp near a mountain stream,
Starting to sound,
Like a wishful dream

Hydrogen hydroxide,
Giver of life,
There's none in this park,
Revolt is rife.


Details | I do not know? | |

rat tale

lost in a dream full of yesterday's vision
trying to follow the instinctive lies
squirming and earning such cries of derision
I was so incredibly wise

Nowhere was somewhere and I wasn't waiting
for others to dig and for others to find
lying and crying with thoughts on debating
sweet senatorial lies

there is nowhere to go at the point of confession
words just keep spilling and spinning away
binding me tighter the lies in concession
spin on to the end of the day

rhetoricly speaking  voice cordings creaking
rambling on and escaping forever never and ever
I'm skating away on  melting ice leaking
faster than family ties


Details | Couplet | |

Last gasp

Conjoined at the brain, bound at the hip
Two halves of one heart as we skip a beat
Inhale and exhale, though happy or sad
Reliving content days we never had
Roots planted firmly in gail force winds
Not breaking, but bent by futile beginnings 
Crooked, but growing from much needed rain
One sided, outranking the undeserved pain
Screaming and shouting, silently led astray
Deafening whispers while breath wastes away
Struggling for air amidst hurricane wrath
The end is in sight, we’ve chosen our path
Compassion while hoping that mercy is shown
Air lifted when sand or snowstorms blow
A vacuum absorbing ill fated defeat
Bloated paranoia swept from its feet
Balloon shaped, soaring on wings with a song
Two wind chimes hitching a ride all along
Winds of change will sing of a tale
Of a sail filled with wind or a wind filled sail
That brought to shore a limitless supply
Of peace and wisdom and undying pride

Floating on loveboats brought in by the tide


Details | I do not know? | |

sleeping giant

Dusk slays the day
Dawn takes sin away
Lunar waves
Wash and fade 
With the tide
Clouded thunderhead
Disgruntled mountain
Surging typhoon
Volcanic fountain
Storming hand
Gathers night
Acting on plan
Disease, famine
We’ve awakened
A sleeping demon
With each branch we break
Another life he takes
Fire destroys 
What he enjoys
Rivers and lakes
Move and vein
Deserts scabbed skin
Canyons bleed within
The plague a science
We stand
In human defiance
And neck to blade
The one that gave
The finder of the way
Destined to fall away


Details | I do not know? | |

Lack Of Love

I know what makes you Cruel
… the same thing, makes me Cold
an Utter Lack of Love
if the Truth, be Told …

… a Harsh, Razor-Reality
A Frozen Heart – Is So Icy
… like a Solid-Block Picture-Frame
nothing Shows Thru… not even Shame

I know what makes some Cruel
… the same thing, leaves me Cold
like some Emotional, Ice-Pick
that Chips away and Scolds…

I hear your Fear, tho’ not Spoken
it Glazes over Frostbit and Broken
a Rage and Ache, which Never Stops
like and Icicle-Spear, that Never Drops

… take Alcohol… Its hard to Freeze
But even in Your Vapor Breeze
Your Lungs Compress a Frigid-Squeeze
You, start to Shiver, Swear and Sneeze

and I Watch Your Nippy-Nose Bleed
and Your Callous, Chilling-Deeds
for No Matter, How Low You Go…
You Can’t Survive… in Sub-Zero…

I know what makes You Cruel
Same thing, makes me Cold
an Utter Lack of Love…
 Deep within Your Soul

For there’s no Fire, in a Crystal Jewel
until a Sparkle … Rules

* * * Avalanche ! … Meet My Echo !
Your Storm-Blizzard… is Only Snow
And Icebergs Which Block… Must Thaw
You Must Melt… It Is  Love’s Law! …

For Every Sole-Snowflake’s Goal
is to Join Another and Blanket Whole…

I know what makes You Cruel
… the same thing, leaves me Cold …


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Dark Evening Thoughts

     The songs are over
            Silence
      Let your spirit adapt
to evening
                 Twilight time
where
          shadows dwell in forgotten places
   you'l appreciate
the peace which results
            when two worlds meet
                    sorrow fades with
the daylight
                  you'll learn
   the lessons of the night
  soon enough
            Even as we speak
                  light is fading over
the treetops, the houses, the
skyscrapers  
               The garish music of a 
city
     is swallowed by the
lengthening shadows
       Peace to you, brothers and 
sisters
        Here in the asphalt homeland
  the clock is moving
        It moves in it's own time
Answerable to no one


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Never too late to grow a conscience

Life so often gets quite tough
Relations hard to find
I have been blessed with quite enough
Emotions on my mind
A persevering strength as such
Spiritual growth defined
From rising up above so much
To conquer the unkind

Till one day I’ll pitch up for work
And find in disbelief
Gates locked tight, no pull or jerk
Shall budge or bring relief
Bankrupt in the blink of my eye
Tortured and in grief
Looking back on years gone by
Pain is all but brief

In losing all that I once owned
Proudly humbled astray
Right then I’d start to think of Job
The prices he would pay
In misery then I would fall
Unto my knees and pray
For anyone I could recall
Who hungered day by day

“For the survivors of Hurricane Katrina…
…and those about to face Rita”


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Man Beloved

Oh bright star man beloved
upon your visage mine heart has hovered
examined closely the paths you travel
your soul I desire to unravel
 
depth upon depth draws forth your design
and within a formidable mind
wherever you turn there is success
the things that your hands caress
 
carefully constructed a life that's yours
fathomless love of the forests outdoors
and of painting the perpetual shores
having roamed the Irish moors
 
appreciation for God whom you imitate
fabrication and artifice do you create
always tendering for something new
Love for nature shows in all you do
 
My heart within has become entwined
upon table of life you've richly dined
all those lives that you pass through
can't be untouched by what is you
 
in ancient times deemed for courts of Kings
maidens sing of your deeds with tambourines
danced for you would the ladies fair
for each would deign your table to share
 
Sometimes I think your a little remiss
that they all want softly your lips to kiss
within your presence they wish to stand
that God has designed a glorious man
 
Do you know oh man , do you reflect
what is your impact and upon those you effect
and lift our souls when upon us you shine
and show us that God's gifts divine
 
Like mountainous meadows richly clothed
and habitation wherein creativity abode
a man who dwells by the motherlode
who knows that life is richer than gold
 
indwelling a man is spiritual fire
the work of his hands shows inner desire
embrace the gifts that Father does give
to show wherein your loves do live
 
God would gift you even more
because for him your heart did bore
to receive those that he would gift
you must your eyes to Father lift
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Naked and Naïve

Naked and naïve
it’s time to bereave
your bedridden soul
for which ravens toll
You wear cynicism in
on a placid sunny day
melting a turquoise sky
into a saffron souffle
Your derision derides
the emptiness inside
digesting a child’s core belief
with your apocalyptic grief
So filet those frailties
with that phoenix in your fray
by flapping that acrid ash
far, far away
Then bathe in a turquoise sky
on a placid sunny day
as you stand before that child
naked and naïve


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Formation

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
 
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends
 
I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know
 
Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance
 
To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend
 
Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent
 
From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned
 
So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 
thus the secret person within might come to know
 
Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice
 
Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I
 
Source : Song of Solomon
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Mark of The Storm

(To Old Man Winter) 

Limbs stripped and bent
Standing alone on frozen waters
The mark of the storm
     
The wind chilling bones of stone cold ice
Ripping through bleached Autumn’s hair 
That once was considered green 

The mark of the storm is upon me
Yet, my inner soul remains quiet and calm
My coat of fir shall keep me warm.

Here, I shall wait for the rejuvenation
Of my beloved Spring. 
Until, then I wear the mark of the storm.



Details | Elegy | |

Beachwalk

Flowers of spring, fields and trees of green
roll like waves at high tide across the pasture
but in time the Moon has turned aside Her face,
and the tide recedes to expose a barren plain.
Now midnight, moonless sky, the roaring of the sea
are my friends on a long and lonely beachwalk
soft sand does sift through my toes, cooling
what fires my heart has kindled in another life
yet one smoldering ember inside still, still refuses to die.
Where is the rain, God, you see the smoke!
Do you know what torture does this evil candle to me,
sheltered from wind by the deadwood of memory!
Oh temporal clouds, you are nothing to the
Immortal sea! Never could you douse a flame that will not yield!
Nay! I shall drown it down within Her, the endless Deep,
though the ship sink with it!


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Patrician

One of a kind there'll never be another you
what you hold in your heart to them have held true
I've looked upon the core of what you store within
for me you exist as unique among all men
 
The song that you sing it's truths held so high
oppression of those different wherein injustice lie
to the robing of nature her diversity and vest
in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest
 
The external show some may just see as art
but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart
I told you early on I judge not by outward show
but what is seated inside that I wish to know
 
All that you paint on canvas and in song
demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong
what you depict sets forth description of your mind
a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine
 
I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid
been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid
When you looked across that room what did you think you saw
for the night before I saw your minds cognition all
 
A woman loves a man for who he is inside
the character of his self that he can never hide
for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care
his ability to display and with it others share
 
Do never judge me like the world which in you live
For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give
what is truly frightening is that I scare myself
that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth
 
One who is wise will choose a man for his heart
that is his essence where communion can start
perception is his own gift where he chooses to live
to share it with another its benefaction give
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C Michael Miller


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POET IN THE POT

Of many are poets in soup
gagged with the air we breathe
suffocated by the strings of hawks
perked by the long neck of an ostrich.

Drown in the murky water of obsequiousness
tied to the apron strings of what to chomp
turned juggler for survival instinct
danced to the tune of he that plays the piper.

Others' soup plunged them into soup
tongue-lashing the untouched of the land
louding the truth above the speaker of life
paying for the conviction in-built

But the poet is already in the pot
struggling to un-pot himself
fromthe fangs and thorns of the land
how long will he be potted still in the pot?


Details | Rhyme | |

Charred

As each bitter thought takes wing
another bird forgets to sing
abandoned babe cries out alone
refugees chilled to the bone.

Leaves begin to curl and brown
cold winds whorl through empty towns
ghostly cats creep through the alleys
who will take the deadly tally?

Yard dogs staked and left to starve
scars upon the Earth we've carved
lonely waves still lap the shores
though the seabirds are no more.

Each bitter thought we send aloft
comes back to us at such a cost.

Around the world the death bells toll
the tattoo pounds through dying souls
heaven's gates are locked and sealed
and though we cry, they will not yield.

This blue planet was God's gift
ruined now, we're set adrift
mouths agape in silent screams
we walk the Earth 'til time unseen.

Blackened souls coagulate
clouds of demons, dark with hate
wails and curses fill the void
on our blue planet we destroyed.


Details | Free verse | |

Disconnected

I was disconnected
deleted
for that something
I had said
but I wanted to know
what was in 
his heart and head
I had gifted him my thoughts
where they
could easily be read
until I am alive there
I might as well be dead
though we are still 
connected in many
other ways
and I want to have him
fill my heart and days
a woman loves a man
in so very many ways
but what he holds 
in his heart 
is the reason 
that she stays


COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

One Winter Evening

     Like a footprint 
in the snow
  We leave our mark on
others
      Light beaming down from 
the sky
    Eases the chill
But evening will arrive soon
We'll light a candle to celebrate
   the end of daytime cares
In the distance - the sound of childish laughter
and a heavy sense of peace descends and marks the beginning 
of night
This winter evening 
          will pass like everything does
under the sun and moon
      Let's not forget what
we have shared
     One winter evening
It will all come back to 
us
      our sighs of regret
will be silenced
Cold winds may bite the hands
     But protected by 
each other
We endure what we 
must
Take joy while we can


Details | Couplet | |

Snow Angel

You’re soulfully heated in Winter surroundings
While ages of ice aches in Summer compounds me
Transparence in vain, entombed and trapped
Archeological finds and mysteries cracked
Shattered to stardust while ice crystals blow
Symbolizing the melting of wings in the snow
To cover an angel with blankets of love
Cool to my touch, smothered from above
Peacefully sleeping in dreamfields enchanted
Cursing the one wish remaining ungranted
Opposite ends of the wishpool remain
Seasonal pilgrimage starts up again
Ripples in dreampools of sleep destroy much
Yearning to freeze this image, to touch
Over and over leaves me flabbergasted
Eternally grateful I smiled while it lasted


Details | Free verse | |

After It's Over

     The light has 
dimmed 
             one can
barely make it out through
             the murky waters
Our time is over
       we must move on 
to make way
           for the next generation
           Cherished hopes
           fade as 
           leaves change
           from green to crimson
and fall onto the fields 
         and the pavement
Let's not despair
    We had our moment 
    in the sun
    Now it's time for    
    others to have their turn
One spin of the wheel
and it's over
      Rainclouds form in the sky
      The sun is no 
  longer shining on us
Let's take shelter 
  quickly
So other actors 
can take the stage


Details | Free verse | |

The Sparrow's Sad Song

Lost his mate,
Sits on a branch all day
Singing to her
Though she's gone

Squirrel,
In obvious distress
Her mate flattened in a street
Such devotion
Though he's gone

I guess it's the way of the world
We all mourn our losses
We all grieve our dead

I guess it's the way of the world.


Details | Free verse | |

Smoking Under the Stars

The night sky is clear glass
placed on top of black velvet
with pin holes of light seeping
through, spelling our names
in the wind as we catch
the lemon slice of moon,
putting it in the backpocket
of our mind.


Details | Bio | |

Ocean Vistas

Like most, I revel in being on the ocean beach,
There's a majesty, a magic, beyond words reach,
The word "awe" is insufficient as a description,
On it's effect on most
It's power, it's immensity,
Beyond the power of words,
And, more mysterious still,
It's soothing effect on the mind,
Unmatched by any drug company...

When my wife's infidelity
Drove me from my home and children,
I went to the beach, sat on a bench
In the early summer afternoon,
Seeking it's strength,
It's powerful tranquility...

I miscalculated one thing,
The views of loving couples,
Happy families,
These sights were arrows
In my weakened heart,
And I went home all the sadder.

It's strength,
My weakness,
The weakness is human,
The strength is nature,
It took me years to realize
This natural distinction.


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Heads Bowed (Breakdown)

Existence sprout from follicles as life begins to grow
Her bosom reeks of fertile soil, her smile reminds of birth
The shallow grave of glowing pride shall question what we know
When sitting at the breakfast table of our mother earth
Who strips her soul and bears our burden, shadowed in turmoil
She feeds our minds and bodies and in rest becomes our home
We rape and take advantage as we plunder and we spoil
We leave the future seedlings lost and fearful of their own
While looking out for number one, she dries her eyes the most
Her peaceful heart grows weaker by a sickened selfish thirst
Recycle what was taken, lifeless souls return to compost
Filled to the brim, the clogged cesspool becomes a thorny curse
Memories of those forsaken wonder in a drunken daze
Sweetened pulp and thunderous gulps of potions most unneeded
Tombs and monuments engraved, stumbling through a cryptic maze
Dreams conclude as anguished corpses pleas remain unheeded
Vengeance of our hearth and home abused from deep inside
Scarred and dented pride has forced her hand to demonstrate
Her finger’s on the trigger, contemplating suicide
The life she came to love is now a tortured state of hate
Remembrance resurrected and acknowledged as a dome
She grips the loaded tool of fortune, then begins to shake
Trembling, turning in their graves, the children now must roam
In shame, disturbed by what has caused their mom to quake


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Nature's Child

Katrina was a lonely child
Who just couldn’t fit in
All by herself she’d play alone
And just begin to spin
To hide rejection, to forget
Kept going until dizzy
To fill the empty hole through her
Confusion kept her busy
Her toys would fly and make a mess
She wouldn’t stop to care
Cause if she did her soul just might
Expose her naked stare
They teased her then chased her away
And even though she’d try
To keep her secret locked inside
She’d run away and cry
In her abode, unknowingly
Her mother just awoke
From her sweet slumber, suddenly
She almost too did choke
On tears pushed up into her throat
And cause her eyes to burn
Enraged by a daughter’s heartache
She too would start to turn
And seek out those who brought this on
Both ladies now been scorned
Revenge to avenge and protect her own
A powerless wrath adorned


Details | Ballad | |

Bloody Morning

A big explosion
           near the docks
    A terrible tragedy by all accounts
Many gone, many left in tears
     The reporters tell us
  this story today
     We absorb the impact
  and get on with our lives
    But some lives have 
been snuffed out
    Let the crystal snowflakes 
come and cover the scene of
the crime
    Nature's white blanket
         will let us forget
The loves of the lost 
       will feel pain
   but it will fade 
with the new year
   Heartache is the order 
         of the day
But tomorrow morning will come
to ease the pain
     Let's find healing 
          in nature's gifts
      It's the one chance 
   we have
for happiness and freedom


Details | Free verse | |

Sunrise

It is a glorious sunrise
On this early misty summer morning
The first rays of the sun breaking through
Slowly lighting up the ending night sky
The colors are magnificent and radiant
The sun light starting to kiss my skin
The soft puffy clouds in the blue sky
I close my eyes to absorb my surroundings
The ever slight breeze caressing my body
I inhale slowly, letting the cool air fill my lungs
The silence is almost deafening
I could stay here forever in this perfect moment
I feel relaxed and almost giddy
My emotions running wild with glee
I open my eyes and take in the wondrous view
The sun now rising above the horizon
The birds are awakening, ringing in the new day
The dew on the grass, glistening like diamonds


Details | I do not know? | |

The Earth's not just for Christmas

The Himalaya’s melting.
What’s happening to the Earth?
Have we got time to celebrate 
An ancient baby’s birth?

The sea-birds have stopped breeding.
The Gulf stream’s running cold.
The deserts are expanding, 
While more SUVs are sold.

The 747s are pumping
Their greenhouse gassy fumes;
Will the passengers’ grandchildren
Go early to their tombs?

Did the shepherds run to worship
At the stable with the ass
Expecting that the earth would melt
Like Greenland’s icy mass?

It’s one thing to be sinners
And have one’s sins forgiven
By a crucified Israeli
Who then returned to heaven,

It’s another to destroy the gift 
He did his best to save.
The Earth’s not just for Christmas:
Let’s keep it from a sweltering,
Parched, unnecessary grave.


Details | Ballad | |

The Ship

startled to sudden wakefulness
by the sudden lurch of the ship,
fear rose in my soul
cold, damp hull next to my berth,
I'd give 10 years of my life
to have my feet on solid earth

dark, quiet inboard
only the low pitched groans of metal
pounded by an angry, restless sea
was it the fear, or the sound, that had woken me?

Eyes open half way, not quite sure where I am-
What I did, and why, or who I really am-
was I drunk? was I mad? or am I just dead?
pounding waves roll into my ears, and echo in my head...

riveted steel plates before my eyes,
drops of sea dew condense inside,
sudden terror, as my mind awakes-
no sound aboard- but the 
rhythmatic pounding of heavy seas

engines dead!  no motor sound-
have we once too often-
dared the fates?
what's going on? what and why?
and where, oh God, are my mates?

I jerked out of bed,
as the deck dances beneath my feet- 
what's happening? is this real? 
will death, I once more, defeat?

to the hall I stagger...
as my world shudders about me...
no lights, no sound, and fading hope...
but the sound of ever maddening waves...
eager to crush this insolent ship,
so insolent as to invade its realm
so foolish to taunt nature
with no one now at its helm

each cabin, in rising panic,
I searched in rising gloom,
to find nothing to comfort me,
each but an empty room...

fear increasing with-
each crushed hope,
each screaming smash of wave
am I alone, am I dreaming?
or against me, the sea is scheming?

fought my way up to the rolling deck,
pain swelling in my now sprained neck-
alone?
the sea grew ever more threatening and awesome,
I felt left alone to face my fate
my outcome no longer doubtful,
I wouldn't have long to wait...

at a topside cabin,
I peeked outside,
saw mighty wind and wave-
an angry earth it was tonight
no way for me to save...

dark night and
no one about-
I cursed, I cried,
I screamed, I did shout...

abandoned? left to die?
or in a murderous dream-
did I make 32 die?
toss their bodies overboard?
feed the sea,
its requested hoard?

panic is panic,
and panic this was-
demon or victim?
which was I,
did I kill?  will I die?

I retreated downdeck,
a broken man,
either way I lose-
the comfort of strong steel-
no more- it would'a been
something that I could use


Details | Free verse | |

A Trying Day

Just one of those days,
Wrong in many ways,
Nothing goes right,
For anything I need, I have to fight.

Lawyer pisses me off,
Social services too,
The clinic gives me 16 perscriptions,
The pharmacy says, "Not for you!!"
On the phone all day
Makin' no headway,
I finally give up, and go to bed
Juggling curses inside my head

Somedays you're the windshield
Somedays you're the bug,
Seems like today,
I hit a clear wall,
My bug wings smashed
To the roadside I fall.


Details | Free verse | |

Game of Chance

"God doesn't play dice with the universe"  - Albert Einestein

     Has someone stacked the deck?
        Our cards aren't coming up!
War here - tensions everywhere
      The seeds of destruction 
are being sown
       Is there a pattern to this madness?
       Or is it just a game of chance?
              Where the cards show us 
nothing but "boredom and despair"
         the small castles we build by the sea
are soon washed away
       by the oncoming tide
   Nature seems to be a gambler
Later -  at night
We look up at the Big Dipper
              feel a sense of wonder about exsistence
A warm breeze blowing 
    from the west
Life is beautiful - at times


Details | Burlesque | |

Nobody Told Me!!

Yep.....No one dun told me...
About that puddle out front....
No body bothered to warn me..
The truth I'd have to hunt...
I stepped in the middle,
Expecting, of water, just a little....
Of concern, a mere piddle....
Suddenly hit by this natural riddle....
HOW COULD THAT PUDDLE,
BE 16 FEET DEEP?
I'll pass my life being befuddled...
Even when I sleep!


Details | Lyric | |

Sweet Petals of Life


There are times--- 
I fall, unwittingly 
and ‘cos of this, I want you to be near
 
…for when my body trembles, give me the courage 
…for when my mind is confused, enlighten me
…for when my memory is lost, remind me of me

If ever I fall--- 
deeper into the abyss of darkness
lift me, with laughter’s of the day

And, if ever I weep again---
wash my sorrow, with hues of morn flowers
and dry my tears, with its sweet petals 

Yes, I don’t want to live alone---
so this to you I ask, stay beside me
that I may not fall into the pangs of solitude 


Details | I do not know? | |

Thorns

Walking through the moonlight
Echos at your feet
Head bowed to the earth
Alone in your defeat

The voices they speak loudly
The shadows they loom tall
The biggest bow won't stop you
Alone in your last fall

The dead leaves tumble
Through the space between your feet
Your thoughts race wildly
The memories remain bittersweet

Are you lonely
Are you torn?
Walking through your patch
Your patch of endless thorns


Details | Free verse | |

Diversion

   These woods have
 a path running through 
them
     the dark shadows 
of evening are coming on
   we'll push forward 
hoping to find
  the green pastures
we know lie ahead
     Another turn in the 
path
    and we hear running 
feet from the trees to 
     our right
  let the dim light 
of the dying sun
    be our guide
the forest is dark and mysterious
    If we have to spend 
another night here - we will
The rustling of the leaves
continues
    We blend 
together with the darkening 
woods
  Fragile creatures 
        whose days 'are numbered
    We still dare to hope for 
     green fields filled
with the delightful scent 
    of flowers
    which will greet us
at journey's end


Details | I do not know? | |

JUSTICE

i come through night i come through day
abcent for days or somtimes years
am  neither on time for its my say
i am your true friend music to your ears

i can arrive in seconds begone in a flash
for i am emortal i cannot be taught
i can leave you intact or turn yo to ash
your one true friend i cannot be bought

speak through others mostly yourself
often mistaken and blinded in denial
man or god cannot fool me with wealth
be patient my friend ile make it worthwile


take my hand for its no crime
next destination its your choice
refuse the other hand its not mine
with you lstening to that old clock chime


Details | Free verse | |

Seurat Morning

It is the morning of the rain.

A misty Seurat haze
soothes eyes toward turning
vast distances apart.

Hands puzzle empty goblets,
ball-point table cloths.

Strangers pose
in silent bedrooms
near the rainbow of gasoline
weathered faint by somber rain.

Morning paints
its dim impressions,
serrates edges, swirls clouds
as rain rolls back
its dead man's eyes.


Details | Verse | |

Horror

When a fire broken out,
It never cares for price,
Ash has left behind,
Prestigious things when cool down.

When water became flood,
No huts and concreted towers,
The dignity and respect for family,
Banished with dirt and dry leaves.

When clouds have thunders,
And lightening in darkness,
A scoundrel was hiding for safety,
When worry was to secure things.

Why are these Natural disasters? 
Hurricane and earthquake,
Hits a person again and again,
But a corrupted soul never admits.

Why is life so hard to live?
If nature, things and a human,
If everyone is producing horror,
What is a meaning to prefer things?


Details | Free verse | |

Last Embrace

Empty vessels carry forth
The Maiden of the night who pleas
With tears of silver that trickle light
O’er cheeks that shine without reprieve

Feathered hair that billows strong
Within a winters wind,
Captures the moment, a mermaid’s song
Of one that longed for something complete
Frost-like lips that part with ease
Blow forth a lightened air
Wisps of fog spread as wings
Caressing in their beauty
Calling out with woeful cries
As echoes wither naught
Shuddering while her heart doth break
Yet again from pain and hurt

Death comes willing to those that beg
With faceless shapes that dance
Puppets upon their gilded strings
Leading innocence along the path
Shimmering wishes and dreams that died
With one moment in time now gone

The empty vessel carries forth
Searching aimlessly for one
A soul that captures
That begs to hear
That prays just once to be felt
A maiden of night, a shadow now
Breaks free on dawn’s first light
Sacrificial lamb of god
An angel upon the stars
Touch her, feel her, see her there
Allow her but once to live..

Dust on the wind
The clouds draw nigh.. 
The Maiden’s song complete
Blood trickles sour, blades fall with grace
Lamenting in this loss
A female now seen, 
Though always not
Had at last, perhaps been sought..
In sorrow did her moment rise,
The instant the blade struck harsh,
As her heart did stop, 
Her body did fall 
In life she had been a simple non,
But with death, she had become…


Details | Free verse | |

No Answer?

  Pick up the phone - dial the number
No answer
What has happened?
Has the grim reaper wielded his scythe?
Fear starts to grow
Take solace in this
Even the wise cannot solve all mysteries
We're still prisoners 
of mortality
Yet for brief periods
We experience transcendence
Those moments when we 
are alone with earth and sky
   Lead us to feel
   There is a soft voice
    In the darkness
    Which is calling our name


Details | I do not know? | |

Allergies

Cotton floating from the trees,
caused by a gentle springtime breeze,
air, pollen laced makes me sneeze,
Achoo.

A Bee at work while it's still sunny,
gathering nectar for its honey,
Ragweed makes my head feel funny,
Achoo.

Could I but move to a climate dry,
with no more weeds to make me cry,
to face each day with but a sigh,
Achoo.

A place in which my eyes won't swell,
Arizona is good so I've been tell,
this Johnson grass sure rings my bell,
Achoo.
































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Katrina

Spiral power, fluid run
the groan of the earth has just begun
Winds cusp the gulf against her will
Shoulders of land in brine distill
Creaking of Creole, tip of the tin
Southern sky whipping about to begin
Silent French Quarters, no reverie now
the wind rips off roofs with a nod and a bow
Blanket of blackness, blue air tonight
inhuman howl, an eye with no sight
History eaten, ground into the silt
a whisper of brick left from whence she was built
Quiet of motion, permanent pain
the searing, wet kiss of a ripe hurricane.


Details | Free verse | |

Alone

Something does not seem right anymore. 
Waves seem to move away from the shore. 
The alignment of the stars must be wrong. 
I know this is not the way things belong. 
Why does the sun now seem to rise in the west? 
I wake every morning to a feeling I strongly detest. 
The moon no longer shines pale and bright. 
I no longer find comfort in the quiet of night. 
The colors of the flowers seem  faded.
I can not shake this feeling of being so jaded.
The rain no longer seems to refresh the world.
I seem to be only the broken spirit of a girl.
When did the rainbow change to shades of grey? 
Why did you decide to keep me pushed away? 
How do I bring beauty back to all that I see? 
Is there anyway to bring you back to me? 
Perhaps this darkness is all that was meant to be known.
Should I embrace this fate? Was I meant to be alone?


Details | Ballad | |

A STOLEN HEART

Black shadows passed through trees
Passed through stone walls
Crept up galleries and halls
A gem to take
A gem to seize
 
The Shadowfire
For, the gem does possess,
strength and conscience
These are the things the Ice King desires
 
A stolen heart
held in the cold hand of the Ice King
Will make him strong again
To kill and maim
Revenge for all that were slain
 
A heart must be given freely
You cannot steal these things
For then....
They have no love
No meanings
 
The Wraiths gathered up the Shadowfire
In the depths of winter
In the bitterest cold
A gem to restore strength
To make them bold
 
Slipping through the lock and hasp
The Shadowfire carried away
To the Ice king
Whose cold bony hands waited,
for the time that the gem...
Would be in his grasp
 
Screeching and wailing triumphantly
The Shadowfire was placed in the Kings' hand 
Now he had the strength to take
and conquer all in this land
 
A battle to commence
Destroy all
Through a stolen heart
Taken from the Great Hall


Details | I do not know? | |

Humanity

Atop Her crystalline mountain
 
 of Superficial Tranquility,
 
Humanity swoons there Crying,
 
And Her tears slide in Anguish
 
 over the cliffs,
 
Turning into snowflakes on their
 
Graceful decent,
 
 Delicate and Mysterious,
 
Until in one final Act of Betrayal,
 
The wind that carried them
 
 so Gently from the rocks edge,
 
Hurls them with Brutal Carelessness,
 
To shatter as all Beauty does,
 
 into nothing but Glitter on the Dust 
 
 that shall one day consume us all,
 
Just as it now slowly Consumes This Queen,
 
And what will our race have then to Blame,
 
 for its Thoughtlessness,
 
As we eat our young,
 
And lick the Wounds of our Master!
 
    there has Never been a man so Insolent
 
    as he who Believes he is not part of Her Suffering!
 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Peninsula

Life has made me travel over the isthmus
I stand on the peninsula of existence,
An interstitial wandering through a life,
Dominated by intertidal forces of fate,
That overwhelm me,
Here on this narrow strip of life...
No longer in control of my destiny
Intuition my last strength...
So I move before the disaster comes...
I wonder of life...
On the mainland...
Where protective mighty mountains,
And crowded cities looming...
Offering endless options to all
Not just wandering a lonely beach...
As I do every day...

Peninsula...
Isolation...
Endless doubt....
Words with no one to hear them...
With eyes unaccustomed to the human form...
Just the waves, the gulls, the distant ships...
The world so mysterious...
I could be on another planet...
Peninsula of despair...
Peninsula of loneliness...
Peninsula of unexplored passion...
The moon is made for two,
Not but me alone...
Peninsula,
Peninsula of pain.


Details | Bio | |

What Lies Within

Rigged green vines
coiling upon a cold steel gate,
within,
a numbing mist hangs over the land.
Twisted, dreary trees
stand solitarily
amongst the stone garden.

Listen,
you can hear their groans and sighs,
wheezing in the eerie stillness.
The creeping fog clings to tree and stone
like hands around an infants throat.
No eyes,
nor ears keep watch
over this chaoticly happy haven,
for no one enters or leaves
but me.

This is my dwelling of depression.
Here I rule with blood and bone.
Sorrow and Rage are my knights,
from here I send them out
to reek havoc on the world.


Details | Free verse | |

Sandcastles

sometimes we wonder
why we bother
why struggle...
what's the purpose?
seems like we are,
and we build
sandcastles by the sea
sandcastles of
who we are
what we want to accomplish
sandcastles of our hopes
and aspirations
only to find
they are totally
at the mercy of the sea
life seems a structure
so flimsy, so loosely
held together, of the
weakest materials-
wind or water
make light of us
like we're just waiting for the sea
to wash us into
the past
can you be fearless
of the power of the tide?
yawn in the face of death?
if you can, show us
if you can't-
let's together find
a way inland.


Details | Free verse | |

Salvation

Gathering within thy lightest touch
An ache so strong it bears no name.
Want, desire, need.. And lust
Burn inside, an eternal flame.
Candles melt in waxen splendor
While shadows dance in flicker’s delight
Moonlight waivers in consistent motion
And the night doth sing in melodious harmony

She stares beyond what can be seen.

Eyes of blank, yet secrets untold
Are whispered upon the lips of souls
Who wander the earth in solitary essence
And gather together at the turn of the tide..

She waits..

She waits for him..

Fallen stars light the heaven’s sky,
Brief moments in time of effervescence glee 
History repeats, and yet bares no future,
The minutes pass, and hours stand still.
Her darken strands of hair caress
The gentle curve of her slender form, 
Licking sensuously at her pale, light skin
Embracing her within it’s warmth..

The bells chime and she stands alone.. 

Lips so full, speak of secrets untold..
Whispered to the souls who’s lips are sealed..
Wandering the earth in solitary essence
To gather at the turn of the tide..

She waits..

She waits for him to return..
to be the salvation of her soul


Details | Free verse | |

Barefoot Beauty

I can feel the anger within my fingers
The infuriating recollection forever lingers
I sway to the beat of the singing blues 
And pick up the memory, it’s mine to use
I feel it still and still I become
The electric music, I hear it hum
My legs, closed. My wings, spread.
Second time around, I break you instead
Standing whole, its now over and done
I let you chose. Fight, hide or run

No longer climbing, I am the well
Deep and clear, with wisdom I swell
Reflecting cloudless, clear blue skies
A lux light to which now blinds YOUR eyes
Beware the angel, her wings will smother
Beware the wolf, with courage like no other
Beware the owl whose eyes do pierce
Beware the tiger, both beautiful and fierce
Beware the snake, unnoticed and unseen
Beware the waters, both troubled and serene

Blocked by a shield of immense immunity
Beware the girl, the barefoot beauty.


Details | Couplet | |

Desolation

A blooming flower from a concrete crack in the heart of a baron location
A silent hope is sparked within my third eye’s concentration
My thoughts and feelings unify in tandem at this indention
Inspiring me to aid the plight and pronounce this marvelous occasion
I notice you, I notice life, I appreciate this sweet sensation
Brought on by beauty against the odds, I’m filled with joy and elation
If you could whisper in my ear, what would be your dedication?
I long to know true beauty’s song a symbol of unrivaled negotiation
No interference must be allowed, no maiming of proud reputation
I wish to shelter all that’s good and true in reality’s hallucination
Reach for the sun; reach for the stars as I stare in meditation
Your presence here has made me smile, a peaceful, pretty vaccination
So here’s my ode to you dear friend, or call it humble confirmation
Of ever-present love and respect not wavered by intimidation
I admire your courage, your strength, your will to succeed in isolation
In this life so hard, you still stand out, the biggest, smallest inspiration


Details | Bio | |

Ocean Dreams

At a low point in my life,
Recently seperated from
a cheating wife,
My dear mother had soon
there after died...
And my numbed heart
only cried,
To top it off, I'd lost
my job...
Another reason for me to sob

At that time my tears
were damp,
I considered taking
life's exit ramp..

I found myself one
spring afternoon
On the boardwalk
contemplating doom
When suddenly I did 
realize
Just what lay before my eyes...
The awesome size and
power of the ocean
Of which I didn't have
a notion
Of how and when it was
born,
To that thought my
curiousity was drawn..
How many 8 oz. glasses
of water does it hold?
And tell me, if you can,
just how old?
But mostly, how'd it
come to pass,
How long for God to
cast...

Just minutes earlier
I'd felt so sad
Seeing each couple,
seemingly glad
To be with the one 
they love,
Blessed by God above.
Each happy look
burned deep,
Why can't I find
love to keep?

But the ocean set
me a perspective,
And now that I was
reflective,
Perhaps I can
carry on,
And live with
the fact my old
world was gone.





Details | Free verse | |

Out of the Molten Lava

     The game will
soon
     come 
     to 
     an 
    end
       the fiery ground 
will keep its secrets
yes , and the world will change
        the little hope 
                      we still have
now hinges on 
whether the goal can 
   be rechead
by those who still 
   look for 
  answers
   Where there once was 
a palace
   Now there is nothing 
but ruins
      Yet, many still
aspire 
  to see the other 
  side of the sun
burning, as it does
       giving off a brillant light


Details | Bio | |

Country boy Vince

Sure 'nuff...
We get use'd 'a,
Places we was brought up in,
Seems more natural than not,
Having lived on the outskirts
Of JFK airport,
To fall asleep to the song of
Jumbo jets roaring just overhead...
Most natural to me...
Now it's the country silence
To keep me awake...
Occassional distant train whistle,
On the periphery of sound,
Geese honking choir,
Flying above ground...
Soon I'll love these sounds
that most adore....
Unless I die first...
Of a life now so a bore."


Details | I do not know? | |

There will come a time (2005)

There will come a time the tables will turn
Whether or not they will learn
They will get a taste
Worrying is a waste
Whether it backfires in 20 years from now
It will backfire somehow 


Details | I do not know? | |

Depression (2005)

On a sunny day it feels dark and cold
Having mighty huge arms
But nothing to hold
No one understands and labels you 'mad'
One minute your happy 
And the next minute your sad
Be happy everyone keeps saying
Easier said then done 
You try but the demon keeps on outweighing
You can fall and be in total despair
Everything is grey and has no connection
You reach for help and it seems as no one cares
Its can happen to me and can happen to you
Mental health is just as important as physical health
Its just like catching a cold or flu


Be open minded and try to understand

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Ballad | |

SLIPSTREAM

Deep meaning 
I cannot say 
Deep streaming 
Showing me.. 
My way 

The four winds 
I saw in my dream 
Showing me.. 
My way 
Slipstream 

An outstretched hand 
Passing by 
Slipstream 
Invisible in a blue sky 

Tumbling over and over 
Passing by, 
caught me 
Threw me up high 

Where do you go? 
I cannot say 
Slipstream 
Showing me.. 
My way 

A grain of sand, 
passing by 
An outstretched hand 
Threw me up high 

I cannot always dream 
I cannot say 
Show me... 
My way 
Slipstream 


Details | Free verse | |

Lament

The onyx rose of ritual
awaits the gathering night.

Too often the almond sun
slides slowly down the buttered
sky.   We know it is close,
this day when snakes fly--
a prophecy of poinsetta's red
rending our lover's eyes.

These scars like granite
streaks marbled in freshly ground
steak soak up the pink
reality of choice growing
by the front door, a lilac
of love's last coliander.


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The Big Sister

Let's watch the morbid dance
asphyxiated sky romance
as spinning voyeuristic stars
control our hearts from space afar
We glued our hearts to the breaking news
the devastation, bone gutting bruise
bloated water to ignite the black death
we waited for the gulf to get over her wrath
And now, the dance's begun again 
(the gulf takes jealous big sister's hand)
We watch helpless, sick from our organs within
We watch as the spinning of fury begins...


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Crawling Down the Social Ladder

When I was born,
And for the first 5 years,
We lived in Brooklyn,
"King's County" you should know,

Then we moved to "Queen's"
Yup, "Queen's County" 
A small step down the royal ladder,
One that hardly seemed to matter

Next, I went to "Nassau County",
As if on a royal cruise,
Maybe a royal vacation,
Didn't seem like much to lose...

And now I'm in "Dutchess County"
And I'm startin' to see a pattern,
When will end?
When I finally reach Saturn??

So let's take the logical steps ahead,
At least those until I'm dead....
I guess by all rights,
Next will be "Earlville" in my sights,

Followed by "Knight'sbridge" I
would tempt to guess,
You see where I'm heading?
This surely is a mess...

Next "Serf-town" I would predict,
Any lower, and I'll be sick!!

But we haven't ended our descent,
Cause from there, to "Leper'sLand"
I went.....

I'm not even go on any further,
Cause the thought becomes too scary,
But if I had to venture a guess,
Sometype of slimy worm, I'd think...
would be Mother Nature's last jest!!!


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Untitled #53 / The world that awaits me

“The world that awaits me”
as I set down the book, look up
my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void
innocent, lying reading in the grass
under the shadow of the next tree
a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face
and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she
pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me
our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks
(Oh! Sweet eternity!)
until I poured out for her the contents of my heart
she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but “No”
now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness
Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music
pounding from the parking lot, drink
from the rustling trees dripping music like wine,
breathe in the autumn air we share
on this one day of Eternity, even as
our hearts drift apart, to find other storms,
never again to be united under the sun.


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Working Day

How near nothing something comes.

It is saliva laced on lips, a litany
of winter trees holding the sky in.
We rise automatically, fondle the heat
on, hear our newspaper words fill the walls
like stale air as we axe frost 
from the windshield of moon
warming up in the driveway.

Outside, the wind rears up on hind legs
and screams. But there is nothing,
no scratches, no blood, no dried spit
of hieroglyhics languaging the glass,
no ancient stories to base our deaths on,
to tell the grand kids when they're too old
to care, too young to see between the stars.


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snowflakes falling

Tiny snowflakes
Spiral from
The grey sky
That is the same color of 
Dirty paintbrushes
In a pallet of the residual water

the snow
 falls 
and
sweeps over
the trees
who no longer 
wear coats 
of red
and orange leaves

natures
skeletons
for the moment
such giants
that sleep

and snowflakes
fall
onto my jacket
as I shiver
into the cool winters 
midafternoon
and 
the silence
is eerie
until
my feet
step
on the dead 
leaves
who are also grey

I say goodbye
To summer days
As the geese
Fly to
Escape the far freezing reaches 
Of this place
My heart
Goes with them, and we are all
Frozen here
With the snowflakes that
Made the ice
That killed the green

Where has the suns warmth
Gone?
With
Beautifully painted sunsets
That now 
Leaves us with one gigantic 
Mess

Where has my love gone
Away with the seasons
Where
Has my hope gone
Now that daylight is slowly leaving?


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Who Wants To Swim

Looking at a blood red sea,
and watching the bones swim by
is quite an oddity I assure you.
But not for long, I predict,
for man has learned well,
how to produce such scenes,
with such wonderful creations
as pollution and disease.

Beaches covered with needle trees
will soon be a grand sight.
For we consider oceans to be bottomless pits,
but they are good gardeners of the shores
and plant our trash well.

Swimming will become an expensive pastime,
for the toxic water will turn our skin to jelly
and we will flow back to the coast,
where someone will pour us in a mold
so we can pollute once more.