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Details | Free verse | |

The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
WAITING, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
~
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo’ 
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


By;PD


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.







Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014


Details | Haiku | |

Twilight

Sealing eyes of sky,
       Descend upon straps of light,
Dusk…now dreams the night...


Details | Free verse | |

AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Narrative | |

New Road

In a new road,
Rain will fall,
Wind may blow,
Swifting our woe.

The road forever on and on,
Many paths to choose,
Many paths to take,
Home behind,
World ahead...

Through the shadows,
Through the night,
Clouds going by,
There we will lie,
Very deep,
Seeing shivered land,
Seeing the dead seas...

Through the edge,
Miles to go,
Singing by,
Darkness rising,
Vanishing light,
Hollow flourishing,
Going by,
World ahead,
Home behind...

Rain may fall,
Through the nightfall,
Through the twilight,
Through the dusk,
Through the dawn,
Beyond mountains,
Beyond stones,
Standing strong,
Wandering lost,
World ahead,
Home behing,
Paths on and on,
'Till the road comes along...


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 | |

When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


Details | I do not know? | |

December to May

The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-

White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.

On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-

Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.

I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.


Details | Rhyme | |

Endearing Obsession

My heavy heart ever sighs for you
A syrupy silent smile, awaiting every move
Eyes nomadic, setting like a sunset on the edge of mars
Gazing… as if to focus on the rarest star

There is a sweetness that I crave to taste 
A wild, foreign but trusting terrain
Feverish fingertips padding gently on rippling arms
Stroking the soft ancient bark of driving charms 

Cape Horn’s stormy seas await our return
Crash your mind on my lands so lost, so burned
As flames lick my tear-blemished blood
The hot winds of fervor rattle my bones to mud

Keep your eyes set on the edge of the red dunes
Of which the mighty tempest runs free from doom
Into the lungs of pending exhalation,
You rest ever upon my endearing obsession


Details | Free verse | |

THE WEEPING WILLOW

Why does the weeping willow cry so,
Under her bark of hollows evergreen,
Within each sorrows rings of age, time remains still.
A silent heart, full of emotional feelings concealed,
In thus her bands of oaken circles, a prisoner of her
Own inner cores, chamber of confinement.
Seasonal change does rearrange so, the
Scenery's surroundings contrasting about her.
But the tree she still stands, stout and strong,
Through storms, and galling winds rushing against her.
Inside the pains agony never ceases,
Bitter blossoms of beauty, natures
Camouflage, of deceptions abandonment,
She receives no mercy or comfort.
It so turns leaves once olive green, to brown, than
Are ushered away, torn asunder by breezes
Icy winds of winter.
Let this tree of woe, speak in silence
Alone.
Limbs, creak, breaking apart, piece by
Piece,  resistance to time itself, is a futile struggle.
To the ground she'll return, thy essence
Nurturing the futures survival of her species.
Yet No answers reply, to why she did it weep so.
But one must remember after all she
Was a weeping willow.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN












Details | Free verse | |

THE AURORA

It is the blazing light show, crossing the northern skies,
Flickering rainbows shining, in radiance's degrees of texture,
Of multi-colored extremes, behold God's palate array, bursting 
Forth on the horizons canvas. 
A shimmering brilliance in motions eloquence, a vaporous mist,
Infused with variations shifting hues of color.
It is the true imagery of magnificence, flashing amongst the heavens
Vast divides, an ever changing masterpiece, created by the hands
Of a divine craftsman. whom lives on the heights beyond our mortal
Experience.
In awe's amazement I sit in wonders after glow, bathed in such
Inspirational emotions, I'm at a loss for words of expression,
What can one say, I'm quite, a hushed to splendors silence.
On the freshly fallen white snow, it's reflective surface
 Illuminates the beauty as rays of waves, that dance in
A waltz of rhythm with nature in tune, so soft a melody
That only angels can truly comprehend it's meaning.
Blessed am I so to witness, God's light show of the eternal
Flame, a woven miracle displayed admist the stars above,
How small do I feel here, in this place so remote,
But would I trade this experience, never will I.
I'll treasure this memory for a life time to come,
And ponder forever the treasure of this moment,
As long as I live.
In this cold enlivenment no shivers of cold can
Touch my soul, for the Lords warmth of inspiration.
Has ignited the poetic heart within me.
Radiant wings from which I pluck the feather's
Quilted pen from, striking the blank page before me,
The black ink, I shall drip, to write this poem
But the words will never capture the beautiful
Images I've seen this night, yet I shall try.
With imaginations help, but mortal am I.
A simple earth bound creature, inspired by
A deities mightier hand.
Humbled before this miracle called the
Aurora.






Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Haiku | |

Snowy Window

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albino ~VIEW~
Persian tailed jackrabbit
ebony awaits 

---
.
January breeze
snowbird, whistles on tree top
where did x-mass go?

by;p.d.  



Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

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

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

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

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Concrete | |

The Place that Shaped Me

  I left my
  heart   in 
 a magical 
  place. A
  place that
  holds years
 of wonder and
 awe. A place that
 knows me  better
 than any  other place
  I’ve been.  This place
  has changed me and 
     molded me into the
       person I am now.
     The forests, trees, creeks,
    and open skies instilled in 
  me a  love for God’s  works. 
The harshness of the winters has 
taught me to be patient and to endure.     My  small
town is where I  learned the  small-town work  ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn  and earning what 
you want takes  a little bit of  sweat  and  tears. Here
I  learned  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  blood  to  be 
family.  Brothers  and  sisters  are  made  throughout
years of school together. We relied on  each other to
be happy. This place will forever  hold my heart and
soul. I  am a small  town  girl  through  and  through. 
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for  shaping  me  into  something  more  than  I  was.


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 33

art in poetry
ink runs as blood in veins
efflorescence words


Details | Rhyme | |

Sea of Green


Green  rivulets  streaming  down,
Down  the  window  pane.
Here  it  rains  green.
The softly pouring murmurs,
It lulls one to sleep;
They  take  me  to  the  forests  deep.
Where  moss hangs from  the branches  low,
A  thick cloak  for  the  winter  leaves
And  the  paint,  it  idly  drips
From  the  heart  of  the  looming  trees.
The  world  is  gilded  in  this  shade,
Sheltered  in  this  sea  of  jade.

The  tiny  elfish  creatures,
Donning  their  pointed  features,
Come  out  at  dusk,
Gamboling  in  the  wreathed  silver
Of   the  haunted  glades.
In  their  costumes  green.
They  jump  into  the  stream,
Where  the  lanky  frog,  he  leans,
Among  the  rushes  and  the  reeds,
Croons  his  musical  gurgle  to  the  sky.
With  them  pirouettes  the  dragon  fly.

In  air  lingers  a  watered  veil,
The  clouds  drift   in   their  silken  sail;
Where  a  heart  pining  in  his  breast,
A  wayfarer,  he  gently  treads,
Fading  into  this  sea  of  green.


``
 
For Giorgio Venetto's contest : "Beloved Poem"

*May try to write poems of literary genius, but my beloved would be these
which have pixies, elves and frogs. Whenever I get an opportunity I escape into their world.... I still read fairy tales with the same zeal, as you would see in a child.


..

For Russel Sivey's contest "The Colors Have It" 
 


..


Details | Free verse | |

Jungle Love

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste

The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child

A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
seduction
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function

My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
Blood
together, my warrior
We make One



Details | Free verse | |

Louisiana Bayou

Chilly late October;
early morning fog banks
the roadside, cloaks
a trickling bayou...
in the thickets of dense trees,
the wispy tufts 
top man-high
goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace,
dried-out thistle stalks...
A school bus, solitary,
yellow, slowly passes
on skinny black asphalt
where wet spots reflect
the newly risen sun.
Only rustles of high,
green cane fields and 
intermittent bird songs
interrupt pervasive quiet...
Timelessness, and solace --
calming, soothing --
a Louisiana bayou:
Bayou Sale.


Details | Haiku | |

swarm of dragonflies



swarm of dragonflies
cascading on quiet lake---
    burst of hues explodes


perched on grass' easels
crepe wings swoop on irises, reeds---
    ballet of light twirls


in sudden raced glides
dusk twirls like flushing ribbons ---
    beneath a cloaked moon





Skat's Contest
Any Haiku
by nette onclaud


Details | Rhyme | |

Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
\
‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

My Heart is Amazed

My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion
My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord
The hand of His mercy endureth forever
What riches of kindness in heaven are stored!

My heart is amazed at the sight of creation
My heart is in awe of the works of the King
The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean,
The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing!

My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain
My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky
Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal
Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by

My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion
My heart is in awe of the birds in the air
Created for man by the hands of the Master
The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share

My heart is amazed by the King of the nations
My heart is in awe of His death on the tree
The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father
Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be!



-- By Isaiah Zerbst-   Feb 9, 2013 - 12.11.12.11. metre --


Details | Rhyme | |

A PHOTOGRAPHER LIVES WHAT HE FEELS

It can be an orchard with peach trees against patches of blue 
as they swerve downhill and meet the foaming sea,
see him capture an indelible moment after
moment until he's amazed by that wonder
to have captured a breathtaking view...
which will be eternally frozen in his memory.



A photographer lives what he feels,
wouldn't it be a celebrity on high heels,
or the most gorgeous child cuddling a puppy
that she saw shivering when snow fell in February?
Didn't he anxiously climb that remote, sun-sunken mount rising in the East...
to find tiger cubs suckling from their mother as she watched a flock of sheep?


Details | Tanka | |

Gracefully Bows As She Leaves

Forest alive now
Autumn colors brilliant glow
Poplar_ Maple grow
Colors seen_red, yellow, rust
Auroras of autumn flow

Elegantly dressed
For the last ball before snow
She smiles at artist
As he gathers paints blends shades
Painting her colorful gown

As sunlight dances 
Against gown that glows with dew
Gracefully she bows
As bare limbs begin to show
Last of grace before first snow


Details | Haiku | |

colors of pumpkin

colors of pumpkin, 
vermillion and deep gold---
    veiled mysteries air

branches intertwine
in a sea of canopies---
    harvest moon rises

gilded by the dawn
and swayed by a seasoned wind---
    shades of art abound



Details | Free verse | |

Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.




Details | Narrative | |

Summer Scent

Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach

The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise

The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas 
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves

The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing 
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue

I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods

I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands

God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green

The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back

Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

where is your chirping

grievous becomes feels 
every time hear shouting heart squalling 
about his broken beauty of nature 
mountain and valley whimpering 
because of  slovenliness
humankind  hunt living needs 
and forget his beauty of natural 

i fear for 
loss of morn’s  chirping
beautiful song from my sweet birds
I seldom heard them all

maybe you confused
where should you step your feet 
might you fret 
saw  your shade trees broken  
shattered growled

sick  of your heart 
was so heartfelt
perhaps i  worried
to lose your beautiful chirping

you need the trees 
beautiful environtment
you need to shade
and  i need your beautiful chirping

no more fella 
you pickaback
with fret the woody stem 
to the city 
to the country

it is the ideal places 
for my birds to sing
yearning always 
where is your chirping

(c)Sukmawati komala
16 February 2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

Rubbing my body in passion

Come into my fantasy universe
My cavenest
I sit under a waterfall
Water splashes off my skin
He comes behind my neck
With a kiss 
Rubbing my body in passion
A nice gentle squeeze
My head falls back
My legs get so , so , so weak
He catches me with a kiss
Lays my body on the ground
Kissing each and every part
He could
Feel this excitement
I feel
This fairyland
I dream
The heat, I feel inside
Making love
Oh, sweet fantasy love
Underneath this beautiful, waterfall


Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Couplet | |

The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.


Details | Rhyme | |

Anew

Obscure gloom conceals the sky,
Tempered tears sentimental cry.
Veiled heavens once azure blue,
Laundering winter's obscurity anew.
Spring glorified with gloomy tear,
Vibrant multicolored atmosphere.
Arcing over melancholy gloom,
Revived variegated flora abloom.
Butterflies harvest the bounty of spring,
While enjoying the music robins bring.
Lazily flutter-by dancing one on one,
Basking under the hidden sun.
Bedazzling the pouty gloom,
Intoxicated by flora's heady perfume.







Details | Lyric | |

Fanciful August moon

Moon shines its pale 

Enchanting light 

Upon forest floor 

Where winged creatures 

legendary, pale and sleek 

Spin and flit and dance

To the invisible orchestra; 

Of Blue bells ringing

Hummingbirds humming

Fireflies buzzing

And dandelions singing in tune 

With lilting fairy song as they sing 

Melodies that echo through forest pines 

To the Fairy Queen bathed in the light of

The August moon

© Brenda V Northeast 12th July 2008  Rewritten on  21st/ 01/2012 BVN


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


Details | Free verse | |

The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


Details | Ballad | |

If the world were full of hippies

If the world were full of hippies
there'd be nothing left to prove
except peace and understanding
and a little bit of groove

Noone would be homeless
Like many live today
We'd build beautiful communes
where anyone could stay

Together we'd make music
to the beat of mother earth
there'd be no fighting or war
Everyone sharing equal worth

We'd grow our own vegetables
 and create trinkets to sell
We'd open up our minds
break free from our shell

Every colour and every race
would teach one another
we'd become a united family
every sister, every brother

We'd bless all gods creatures
show respect for the land
Give free hugs to everyone
openminded to understand

Nature would speak to us
Our world would become one
with peace and understanding
and a little bit of fun


Details | Cinquain | |

Rainbow Colors (Cinquain)

Rainbow
Colorful arch
Heavenly gracious light
Glorious feeling from above
Colors



© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Distant Thoughts

  Deep in the woods, so dimly lit
 Where trees rise high to meet the light
 In silken dress of white she sits
 As her thoughts take wing on  distant flight

 She seeks nature's muse in quietude
 While perusing the book on her lap
 And  during  a thoughtful interlude
A higher understanding she then taps

Then a memory of her  childhood days 
 Drifts into her mind
Where she'd chase  orange  butterflies  
And pick wildflowers that she'd find 


 And through the trees,  where sighs the breeze
 And leaves flutter as they fall
 The raven haired lass beneath the trees
 By  nature's   splendor  is   enthralled

   


Details | Free verse | |

Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


Details | Villanelle | |

My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


Details | Free verse | |

THE MYSTIC ROSE MAJI

The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
 Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
 Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Rhyme | |

Mistress of the Sun (revised )



There on the threshold of the dawn
when lights of night of had been outdone.
His chariot was slowly drawn
before the Mistress of the Sun.

Her sable breath was caught by day
locked in his snare, their paths aligned
Diluting Earth in passion’s haze
Her soul absorbed, her love entwined.

From out within that Eastern sky
a flirting warrior touched her face
and lured a blush from maiden shy,
a russet moon with fawning grace.
She paused a moment, heart undone
to drink the charm of Master Sun.

The twilight never warmed as much
as naked fire in hungry eyes
while basking in his ardent touch;
each new facet a sweet surprise;
the way his light made her fall blind
the way his warmth stayed on her mind.

But Ah! The game, the Missing Game
brief moments claimed while on the run
her duty calls, his life’s campaign
enlists the Mistress of the Sun.

His light reflected dusk to dawn
her own desire she could not find.
In each eclipse, his shield was drawn
so quick to hide, leave her behind.

His meager offerings of light
so often waxed and waned again,
and yet her thinning heart held tight
to fairy tales of princely men.
A damning war of heart begun
to love or hate her Master Sun.
.
She gave so much, he never took
and took so much she never gave,
his victor’s eyes too oft forsook
the feelings that she longed to save.
A failure’s guilt, a bitter rind,
a gray, bald husk o’er heartsick mind

A farewell kiss from parting lips
his tantric palms on prizes won.
From wells of eventide he sips
then leaves the Mistress of the Sun.

A mistress of the light no more
‘twas not her place in day to shine
in spite she takes what he affords
to taunt him with what he’d declined.


Details | Free verse | |

What I Am

I am just a figment of your mind,
You create me, and perfect me,
I become your every dream.
I am just a wind that is passing bye,
I carry no emotions, only stories,
That my Ancestors whisper to me.
I come and I speak,
Like the White Buffalo of our tales,
Here and then gone.
I lend my essence to heal, 
As the rain does for the land,
Though I could easily destroy. 
I am just an image in the smoke,
Dancing as the [Ga lv quo di] pipe,
is passed from one to another. 
I am just the beat of the drum,
The call in the night,
As you dance around the fire.
I am just the feather of the Eagle,
And that is all that will be left of me,
A memory of a dream.


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Free verse | |

THE STONE GARDEN-2

Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by 
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations.
Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings,
Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high.
Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine
Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears.
Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they
Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen
Molecules held prisoner in status freeze.
Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature,
Creations clarity, a universe within a universe.
Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred
Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden.
Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the
Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie
Obedience to this textured display, in this
Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the
Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand
Of God can be truly felt.
Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of
Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples
Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth
This underground aurora borealis.
In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental,
Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power.
A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place,
To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 










































Details | Haiku | |

The Strength of Her Self

          Her body- glistens
The plains- illuminating-
                    From dawn, through her smile.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Watching Paint Dry

Spectrum speculations on particular waves

Prismatic refractions of straight beams of light
Showing rainbows of color division
Like octaves of notes on a musical scale
Mixing on palette of chordyllic vision
To play us a picture of moody rendition
On a canvas of mirrors and smoke
Do all these colors match speed in their flight?
Or is it a mad cosmic joke?
Red particles hanging their ten with delight
Surfing a light wave of blue
With purple and green flitting madly alight
At this speed they’re smokingly true
What’s faster the red or the blue?


Details | Ballad | |

Reverencing Nature

Creation energy in each atom glows.
Electron-bound sacred unity –
Thus, reverence for nature inside me grows
When I walk through rustling sheaves.
And I know in my heart power flows there,
In each cell throughout the trees –
And all the while I go with a smile,
Knowing joys that nature weaves.
By the energy bound within all compounds--
In the wind and in the trees –
A great strength from which honor mellows
Believes the joys nature conceives.

And this is why honor to nature goes,
And the universe receives: --
Form from a shapeless power emerged,
Physical matter conceives.
Afterward, substance gained its shape,
Now, the universe receives.
Tiny atoms shine their light
In each tree and in the leaves –

The beginning, surrounding as unity abounds,
Thus Pantheists…worship agrees –
Praises to nature! (a believer knows,
The universe its might weaves.)
Energy sparks verve, living…thrilling.
Starting life, an atom achieves.

Universal essence throughout nature astounds.
From one cell, another follows –
Spiritual mentality knows –
Realities sacredness nature resounds,
Within an elated heart billows,
Freeing the energy within all living souls.
Cosmic unity within man and trees –

As life’s passage one takes and of it sense makes,
Thinking of the trees and its leaves.
When, looking toward skies wherein night beauties rise
Worships nature and believes.
For thus it is, pantheist reverence nature’s pure bliss,
Adore natural matter; respect all that is.
For in trees and in the leaves –
Omnipotent universe perceives.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 29, 2010

TOPIC: Pantheism
REFERENCES:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism
                      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Recent_developments
                      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Varieties

THANK YOU Deborah for this enlightening challenge.  Please SEE MY BLOG on this.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Bug

The smallest, most annoying pest,
Seeks the heartbeat of your breast, 
In search of where to build its nest,
Bites you, and forgets the rest. 

It's venom starts to flow within,
The earth beneath begins to spin,
You fail to suppress an arcane grin,
And know this fluster must be a sin.

Electricity runs through your veins,
Grants strength to free break from your chains, 
Relaxes you from all your strains,
And comforts like a thousand rains.

Your heart and soul embrace confusion,
With open arms greet this intrusion,
Is this Utopia just an illusion?
You're overtaken by dillusion.

This high is almost more than you can take,
Heart beats so fast it starts to ache,
Your every muscle starts to quakes,
Your body's frightened it will break.

You feel the mite begin to hollow, 
To your heart, it's home to wallow, 
Unsure of what is next to follow,
The tension makes it hard to swallow.

It reaches it's last destination,
You can't describe this new sensation, 
You're free of every old frustration,
And a host to a new creation. 

You sigh as every problem slacks,
You melt away like candle wax,
You never been quite this relaxed, 
Yet you still wonder about the tracks.

Of this gnat gnawing at your soul,
Making you, for once, feel as a whole, 
Burning in your heart like fire and coal, 
But can't help but let it take control. 

You close your eyes, your face is smug,
You know its true but still you shrug,
Knowing it's stronger than any drug,
You've been bitten by the love bug.


Details | Pastoral | |

Space

I need someplace better to go. 
Like a poverty-stricken township. 
In a city made of gold. 
Where people trust and love each other. 
Where I would loose control. 
And scream my happy heart out. 
Like fallen warriors of old. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
I'll bide my time and set my pace. 
To loose this spoiled human race. 
And let my free heart roam. 

And I've seen someplace better to hold. 
Like an Amazon rain forest. 
In a land that unfolds. 
And shows its povertized people. 
With hearts made of gold. 
Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. 
Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. 
If it only meant something. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
To find a sign and then embrace. 
All the people there. 
Who call this space their own. 

So music makes your soul rollover. 
And it's something you can share. 
With a world that ran out of luck. 
Or that girl that doesn't care. 
Like a feeling locked inside a page. 
Of love, or life, or even rage. 
This music is despair. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
Of waterfalls and open space. 
And leaving here without a trace. 
To help these people home. 

And Now I'll cry and release my soul. 
Over a glass of wine. 
For this music man who's simply slowly dyin’. 
And this man of rhytmatic drums. 
Lay in bed and slowly hums. 
A song of simple glowing suns. 
That draws him into them. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
Entering my saving grace. 
A simple sacred holy place. 
And die inside my home.


Details | Tanka | |

LIVING TREASURE

Hawthorn,clematis,white on green
Butterflies decorate the scene;
Acers,red purpled smoke tree,
Nature's expressions,each May I see;
Priceless..art in my outdoor gallery


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Cannibalism (1936)

Heads propped aloft by the crutch of dogmatic belief,
savoring each other, feasting upon flesh--
     knife and fork,
     delicate spoon.

Each course far from complete, they gorge through
eroded faces, evidence of features strewn to rot in the
     panic of the fading sun.

Hugging like chums until folded into one writhing
mass, they remain dexterous enough to balance an apple:
     proof of perilous symmetry.

In the distance, the white mission weeps under the
weight of the impending torrent.
     Even the mercy of the mountains
     can't protect from the ruin of man.

Inspired by Salvador Dali (1904-1989)
http://dali.urvas.lt/forviewing/pic09.jpg


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 | Free verse | |

Divine

Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…








Details | Free verse | |

Submerge Me

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement 
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,  

It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me, 
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,

Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
 The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,

I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,

I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating, 

I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,

Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…

I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
 A surrounding of everlasting comfort,

Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…

Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,

“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.


Details | Free verse | |

Flowering Gardens

    Walk amidst
The flowers
        Waves of bright
Color overwhelm you
        The air is redolent with their scent
The sun sends 
It's smile down to greet us
       Here in the garden one can
       Know peace
       Here in the garden
       Life takes on a different hye
       The air is vibrant 
                                     With 
                                            Anticipation
We meet 
In this 
        Flowering 
Grove
Let's hope it's 
Not 
      For the 
Last time


Details | Narrative | |

Legend

Jasmines are flowers of paradise...
an absolute work of God...
sense of the splendid inheritance...
omniscience of God to his servants...
nutrient for the pure of heart.

Nobody can be absolutely...
album, which sets no time...
The love for resemblance does warm the soul...
harmonic songs echo in the life of love audible noise...
actors are like living shadows...
nugget, voice and feelings of those who want to hear...
igneous flame that all travel...
exercise for the imagination of those who observe...
living is not for everyone - only the strong survive.

Birthdays are acts that comprise only a single contemplation...
equivalent to the jasmine garden of the Lord...
host for the coming...
real, for those who know how to love.


Details | Shape | |

Your Umbrella


                                            I
                                   Can be yours,
                             Whenever you feel like
                   A drop is Pouring down from sky and
              It reaches your beautiful hair. I can be yours,
       To protect your beautiful face, I can be yours, whenever
                                              Y
                                              O
                                              U
                                              R
                                              E
                                              Y
                                             ES
                                             DESIRE!




Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Fibonacci | |

A golden rule

Why                                                                                           there's                           							                                 a God            Proportions                                                                                                    divine hand spirals.                                                                                                  He's shaping patterns not chaos.                                                                                    Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle.                                                     Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory


Details | Personification | |

And Nature Spoke to Me

I pulled my aching body
Outside to get Vitamin D
The beauty of my back yard
Filled me with jubilee

And as I turned up my face
To soak up each golden ray
I heard strange sweet voices
That added joy to my day

And the sun spoke to me
As he blazed down from the sky…
“Like me you must be strong
And warm those who pass by”

And the wind spoke to me
As it played with my hair…
“Like the Holy Spirit of God
I’m here and everywhere.”

And the birds spoke to me
With their blissful little tweets…
“Open your heart to friends
They will give you many treats”

And the blossoms spoke to me
In fuchsia garments of spring…
“See the thorns by our sides?
Be prepared for all life brings.”

And the grass spoke to me
As it lay yellow on the ground
“Let love water your soul
So new life in you may be found.”

And the sky spoke to me
In azure tones of love…
“I’m endless as you can see
Free to fly is the peace dove.”

And the clouds spoke to me
As they sailed up in the sky…
“Let the worries that you have
Like us just drift on by”

And the pine trees spoke to me
As their scent filled the air…
“Stand tall like us and know
Gods help is always there.”

Today, all nature spoke to me
In a mother’s tone so kind
My heart heard every word
And I found my peace of mind.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Shape | |

House

See
The eaves
Flecked with leaves
All brown from fall’s design;
Four walls, one door,
Two windows, a floor,
A cozy house of mine.


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Verse | |

The Physics of Sunshine

The Physics of Sunshine

And I'm finding it hard to break through and tell you
About the physics of sunshine
And when it's all over we may find ourselves together singing out of tune
About the wishing wells and spells softly spoken in the dark

In an electric arc of promised carousel rides, candy thoughts, and whispers of coastlines
Explored and undone petals washed in rays of time and history
I'm finding it hard to explain to you
All that is misunderstood

The sunshine is warm and the particles they spin
In and out of existence
Oh, though I find myself lost within the entropic withering energy of now
Without the physics and the lyrics of sunshine cast
I could never lay these particles into you

I'm with you on this deserted but scarred terrain
Dancing with the theories of existence all entwined
In our glass of wine and our lips locked around the mirrors
Of today, colored with the existence of tomorrow

And I see you in my dreams
Often in the sunshine you are singing
Often in the darkness you are clinging to my t-shirt
And tugging at my heart through my jeans

Even in the sunshine I'm lost without you
And though gravity holds me here
The spin of our destiny still needs to be tied with string
My love inflated – bound within this universe 

My heart and fear are now time tested 
And now it is into the sunshine of another place parallel to our own
Whether in this dimension or the next one over
I'm tied to you fast forward or rewind
Our love will always be alive


Details | Free verse | |

HARVEST TIME

Golden yellows, mixed by rum reds,
Plum lavenders spice, these are the 
Colors of Autumn.
Textures layers blown across the lawn,
Leave it lay, rake it not, this variations
Of decorations variety.
Rarities design by mistake, and 
Happenstance, but with such beauty's
Detail, one must stop and wonder,
At it's awesome natural splendor.
Even the evergreens fall silent, to
A hushed whisper, to marvel at
The canvas, spread out before them. 
Rustling not a quivers motion,
As a crisp, chilling, October wind
Brushes against their thorny pine
Needles.
Nature does rest at a paused stillness,
Soon she'll slumber, beneath the winters
Blanket of ice and snow.
Nay, not to the last leaf falls, in a twilight
Sleep, than to dream, once more of spring
Eternal.
Now it is harvest time, men pick the
Final ripened fruit from their orchards,
Glen the fields of hay and straw to the
Last roots foundation.
Family members gather, from far and
Near, to give thanks for a bountiful
Harvest.
A season of thanksgiving, good will
And cheer, with warm apple cider, and 
Pumpkin pie.
In mystery's dexterity, the maiden
Does sigh softy, with a peaceful
Good night, to the world of men.
Than ever so slowly closes her
Eyes gently, til the warmth of
Spring time reawakens,  mother
Nature once again.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Ballade | |

BALLADE TO MATURE BEAUTY

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

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

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Haiku | |

SUNSET vs' SUNRISE

SUNSET  vs'  SUNRISE 

** Sunset **
The afterglow flame 
Creeping under the cold creek 
Daylight, gone again

** Soap Dish **
Daytime TV blues
Tune in tomorrows soap box
Dramatic, dusk wind

** Evening Star **
Tired sound waves 
Waiting for eventfulness 
Hour of the beast

** Atmospheric **
Phenomenon Light
Under the zodiacal night 
Kisses and shivers 

** Twilight **
Locked in my slumber
Vampire face awaken 
Thirst like no other 
 
** Sundown **
Aurora fading 
What goes up, has to come down
crowfeet, black and white  
__________________________

~~ Tequila Sunrise ~~
Break of day, snooze 
Cockcrow without a whisper 
Coyote Ugly

~~ DAWN ~~
Same Situation 
Mentally agonizing;
Sunny side egg twist

~~ New Moon ~~
beautiful sun rays 
Sun awaits for ebony 
beautiful moonbeam 

~~ Adjust the Setting ~~
Breathtaking sunrise
Beyond the horizon sky
Sherbert colored beach 

~~ Skipping Rocks ~~
Glitter dusk on lids
Birds sing me a lullaby 
Kids playing by lake

~~ Sunrise Industry ~~
Shining superstar 
Golden streets with no stop sign
Lunch time draws nearer 

by;p.d.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | List | |

Words

Christmas
Tree
Christ 
Spirit
Celebrate
Season
Angel
Manger
Manger
North Star
Sheperds


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Lady Autumn's Ball

Lady Autumn’s Ball Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Tis the best time for late season romance Come everyone, enjoy the dance Autumn’s colors deck the halls Listen for Love’s eternal mating call Love is born from a single glance Emotions of the heart are enhanced As they two, walk down the promenade Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown Colors so vivid can nowhere be found Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Come, everyone, enjoy the dance Listen for love’s eternal mating call Emotions of the heart are enhanced


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

A Tropical Portrait

                                                           canopy of blue
                                              adorned by white wispy clouds --
                                                          a heavenly day

                                                       palm tree sentinels
                                           watch ocean waves lap the shore --
                                                   white sand reveals shells

                                                        vibrant flora thrives
                                             shades of fuchsia, verdant green --
                                                          a paradise found



7/13/12 for Gail Doyle's "A Scenery of Your Choice,
                                       As an Artist" contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Neighborhood View

Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion.
Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs.
Which spread quickly, Mother Nature’s chilling whims.
Delightful colors explode, over hillsides, with passion.
Delivering sweet, falling spectacles, spreading compassion,
Blanketing countryside with color before each one dims.
Spreading stories, beautifully creating, countryside hymns,
They fade, slightly ashen, to prepare a winter ration.

Autumn season has the ability, to slow time down.
Allowing hearts, that see, to enjoy everlasting hue,
Dropping their worries, taking away any frown.
What a glorious season, that bids warmth, adieu.
True cascades, bright and cheery as a carnival clown.
Just stop, look around your neighborhood, for this view.

written 08/19/2012


Details | Blank verse | |

Hammer In Hand

You always laughed at me In that funny way of yours
Standing at the door ~ looking out to see 
Wondering where you are, and will you follow me 
With hammer in hand ~ Into nature decked with 
silver and gold 

Do you possess a loving heart  with stories untold 
By now they know what  you are made of 
Reflections that come from your eyes they see 
Though they walk with you in a style of their own
Shaped into the figure of a man with beauty of a woman 

A tree in the forest is cut down shaped into the form of a goddess 
A goddess that will take us through time and back again 
Though time is an elusive thing  here as we all know 
Hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 

Time means nothing when the heart is near  I am told   
Does a tree feel the pains of a cut as we do , I ask you 
I have struggled all my days with thoughts like these 
To figure out what the true meaning really is to me 
If you know can you tell me too as we walk together
With hammer in hand into nature decked with silver and gold 


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



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 | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


Details | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


Details | Shape | |

A false Questionku

                              <> <>         golden LEAVES AROUND the ranch:                                                                                                                           
                                       <>         
Autumn leave's leaves                 <>   --   <>    <> you                   
Leave the ranch in gold:            <>                               see
Are branches in their sleeves?                                            them
                                  And       /             <>                         sway,
          ---------              real-   /                                                  <>
         (           )              ly      /                            <>                   <>
         ----------            grow-  /                                                  
                                   ing      /                                  <>            golden
                                   old?      /                                                         
See,  the  b r a n c h   in   autumn                                                    to
                !                                 !                                   <>           the
                Slips   in   a u t u m n   sleeves;                                      ground:
                                   !                         !                                          
                                   And the r a n c h all golden                       dyeing
                                                 !                        !                 <>   their
                                                 Sleeps on golden leaves               little
                                                                                      <><>    death?
                  



Details | Crystalline | |

RIVER BALLET

RIVER BALLET
.  ……….. .     .     .   .




                    ballet of riversong sashays
whirling choral chimes with dusk’s bouquets


©

  John Freeman’s Crystalline Euphony


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 | Free verse | |

A wonderful show - nature a popular theme contest

I am sitting here on the sand
Knees bent arms hugging them close
Looking in wonderment at the sky
an artist's hand is painting it's finest work

First a splash of red to lighten the dark sky
followed by  lighter tones of orange
to bring out the nights glow
Then the yellow is applied to raise it up
to the most beautiful sky, a wonderful show

But nature has more to enthral us
Silently wending its way through the nights sky
I see large birds returning home
Their silhouette completes the picture
black shadows against a bevy of fiery hues

I try to remember the tones using my minds eye.
We are so lucky to be able to enjoy such a nightly scene
nature bringing us pictures anew, for us to peruse


Penned 30 May 2013





Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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 | Rhyme | |

Painted Lady

penned with symmetry sublime

paper skin so light

tints and hues of perfect rhyme

tattooed wings take flight


Details | Rhyme | |

Fighting Temptations

The temptation is almost overwhelming
And the will is almost losing
For the body is almost winning
It is on the verge of doing
What the heart had promised to stop doing
 

They say where there is a will there is a way
But what happens when the will is weak anyway?
When your heart says lets go this way
And your brains say it is not the right way


When you know what course to take
Yet the course you are taking is fake
And knows that you will end deep in the lake
And still that course you take
As though bewitched.


Somehow deep within
You find strength therein
That you soak all the temptations in
Leaving you drained after fightin'
But with the sweet smell of victory.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Night Thunder

The clouds gave a feeling of doom.
I could see the lightning hit the ground.
The earth shook with every loud boom.

The rain poured down like the sky was weeping.
The once dry and cracked ground was now muddy.
I knew in my heart this was no night for sleeping.

My young heart pounded as the storm drew nearer.
I just stood on the porch watching and waiting.
Every noise in the dark filled me with terror.

Then finally, at dawn, the storm died down.
The hard rain was now just a drizzle.
I watched the sun come up in my old night gown.

Birds came out and began to sing.
Their beautiful tunes filled the air.
For this radiant morning I thank the King.


Details | Didactic | |

Glittery Story

Tell me this tale of the sun flash
Across your face, too hot, harsh,
Your candid stories like fairy tales;
To ears harrass our illumined faces,
Indeed. I learn laughter's lofty gales.

I will stare at your straight visage-
Water and steel of similar, sly page,
Smooth, flawless in its frank portrayal
Of myself. I should know how rumpled
Water grow into ripples of a storied age.

Yet you Mirror, is yet so smooth;
A worthy canvas, a brushes' tooth,
Fluffy. You narrate my falls and glory
In solemn reflective manner, yours only.
I'm humbled by your simlple, arcane story.


Details | Free verse | |

Beautify

                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…
  

 


Details | Ballade | |

Letting my eyes look within

Letting my eyes look within

‘I am here, I am me’ I state every day
Though I play with the words just a bit
yet always the message it be just the same
There really is no doubt about it
I am trying to enter the essence of me
I’m letting my eyes look within
I go to my center and look at my source
That space far away from the din.

Been doing this thing for just gone four years
And I’m feeling the changes that come
My mind be more mellow, and life feels real good
And the anger, it seems has gone dumb
Little things that mattered don’t matter no more
I care not who’s wrong or who’s right
I look at my me ness and find me the force
Of all of life’s wondrous delight.

I am here, I am me, these words I do state
And this it be my daily song
As I let the mind seek the source of itself
And feel myself truly belong
To the stars and the trees and the whole Universe
As I realize, everything’s me
I just want to be Mr natural man
I just want my mind to be free.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Verse | |

BRUSHSTROKES FREEZE




..,..,…,…,.,..,..,.. An artist would find hard to draw The shape of mountain without flaw As brushstrokes freeze in nature’s awe ©all rights reserved * Triplet is a three-lined poem that rhymes. Each line has the same number of syllables. ©all rights reserved .......................... For Brian Strand's TRIPLET By: nette onclaud


Details | Rhyme | |

A poor child's saying

In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...


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 | Free verse | |

I'VE CROSSED THAT BRIDGE BEFORE

Planning on crossing over
where footprints of night
are ne'er seen...
There fish are spawning
in clear blue stream ~
Surrounded by verdant green;
Nature begins speaking to me.
An antiquated chine-wood bridge
gracefully arches it back
with sturdy braids makes a path ~
That I may cross  to a place serene
Where nightingales and crickets sing
It's a place where I do my thinking
Unafraid to shed my skin ~
by dusk as honey bear I may roam,
by dawn take flight as an eagle
I may be found soaring toward home.
Upon opening mine eyes
I come to realize the colors of the skies
Yes, I've crossed that bridge before


Details | Acrostic | |

Nature

N-   Naturally Gorgeous
A-   Ajar with beauty
T-   Tuned for my eyes
U-   Utterly breathtaking
R-   ricochet  beauty
E-   Eternity's description


Details | Shape | |

O h i o

*OHIO*     O     O     OHIO     *OHIO*
 H     H      H     H         !         H     H
 I      I       I---- I         !          I      I
*OHIO*    O     O      OHIO    *OHIO*


Details | Free verse | |

Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Acrostic | |

I'm Falling For You

<                             Signs of the time
                               Enriched vibrant colors 
                               Painted on minds eye canvass
                               To inscribe it's beauty to another
                               Eventually leaving one in awe
                               Marching in it's parade of showings
                               Begining to end
                               Each and every year
                               Requesting for it's safe return


Entry For Carol Brown's 
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
G.L. All


Details | Ballade | |

Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

I sit me, here amidst the flowers
And play the poets role
As branches dancing on the breeze
Give magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds, it seems, join in
And fill the air with harmony
That quietens minds dull din.

Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers
Send their perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To the silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden dressed in bliss
Such solace can be found.

No work for me, not ever now
I watch the day go by
And drink in beauty peacefully
That all around does lie
As I peer into my deepest soul
And see what lies in there
On this cloudy early morn
With sweetness everywhere.


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Vermont Apple Pie

Crispy Macintosh Apples
Red with Sunset hue
Peeled and sliced on the bias
Soaked in apple dew ;
Maple syrup, Too
Oven Baked
Sniff!

Inspired By "Barbara Gorelick's Contest :
      " Harvest Foods Epulaeryu "


Details | Rhyme | |

Ensnare My Heart

"Ensnare My Heart" By M. Taha Effendi (Ballad) O beautiful maiden of my captive heart, Are you not the lone bard's pompous muse? With allure that inspired the divine art, Heavens' hand made you with such delicate use, What sweet circumstance upon me befalls, My heart the endearing perfidy has plotted, Entombed in my bosom, it beats to your calls, Loves beyond reason the heart besotted, Let my soul swoon at your eternal beauty awhile, Mesmerize by sheer fineness of your chiseled cheek, Beguile by crimson roses that adorn your seraphic smile, Savor in you the beauty of which poets speak, Your eyes are gleaming lagoons of preserved vintage, Shades the cerulean ocean from their depths did lease, The jealous eye of heaven envies your radiant visage, The blushing moon embarrassed cowers beneath the seas, Would you shelter me in your silken veil perchance? That imbue elation in those who wander in its shade, And sways to cadence of zephyrs in an eternal dance, To invoke dark urges of soul with a sublime serenade,


Details | Ballade | |

The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Halcyon

Under the demure willow
In my hammock just to brood
Complete relaxation
On my opulent lagoon

Right outside my bungalow
Grows plethora of the Moon Flower
They are so lithe with beauty
You could only dream of such a power

Their elixir serves much eloquence
To let go, and just release
The stress of your emotions
Let them halt and cease

My place is one quite comely
Here you’ll find relief
You’ll hear susorrous in the wind
As it whisks away your grief

Take the essence of felicity
Combined with natures bliss
From the shore you’ll see my wafture
As I blow a goodbye kiss

WRITTEN ON: 03/03/2011 3:03 pm


Details | Ballad | |

The Long Way Home

trotting across my back field
there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s misty friend is climbing 
through the cold, prickly wires

Delicately drenched, 
as wet as 
a dog’s kiss,
there’s a-storm brewing-in
it’s casual pal is breezing-
bothering the wicker trees.

his smile- 
brightens my mind 
like the italian renaissance.
inhaling red tipped 
cigarettes 
we chat under the glistening leaves. 

But there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s hamper full dirty laundry
is drying-
stringing across my back yard. 

his laugh-
is as pleasing 
as old dogs learning new tricks.
Just one more outburst, 
and I swear this storm will turn to stone. 

I bask-
his attention is as gratifying 
as a masters gentle stroke
just one more round of 
darting eyes and light hearted jokes.

I realize now, 
He grumpiness does best
to protect what’s raw and rare-
from the snakes who try to tear us away from home.

Like stumpy cigarettes, 
hanging off the tips 
of tough our lips. 
we’ll share each other’s worlds.
Yes, Like stumpy cigarettes, 
hanging off the tips 
of tough our lips.
Come- 
let’s melt into each other’s worlds.


Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!


Details | Free verse | |

Rainforest floor

From the sky it falls
As do many others
Where will it land?
Only calculated formulas can tell

As it is suspended
And hurled down
It is confined and alone
Not bound to another

Some will land in an ocean
Others lakes, ponds, creeks, puddles
Even into earth beneath the trees
Left to find another source similar

A journey short for some
And tedious and suffocating for others
To be hurled into acceptance
Or to travel until it is found

When we splatter from above
And bind with another
What will you wish fo
An ocean of options
Or a rainforest floor


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Free verse | |

THE WINTER HAS FROZEN MY HEART





                                    The winter has frozen my heart.
                                         My heart is cold and hard, 
                                       all my creativity has dried up.
                   The wind, the storms have blown away my inspriation and ideas.
                             The darkness has put a lid on the verse and rhyme.
                                              But now spring is here, 
                                         and the heart begins to thaw, 
                                         and creativity begin to sprout.
                                         The wind, the storms are over, 
                      now it's just a breeze that whispers of inspiration and ideas.
                                  The darkness has gone over to the light, 
                                        which flashes of verse and rhyme.



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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 | Verse | |

I Wish Upon a Star

Upon my sorrow’s pillow tears fall soft, 
yet gentle soothing dreams appear aloft
to fill my heart with promises of you,
and banish lonely thoughts so filled with blue.

I gaze up to the starry skies above.
Upon a shooting star I wish for love ~
to fill my heart with promises of you,
and banish lonely thoughts so filled with blue.

I gaze once more; the stars they seem to say:
"Love's wish fulfilled"; my heart knows you will stay!
Protected in your arms at last I know,
our love forever found will bloom and grow.


Sponsor Tirzah Conway 
Contest Name: Shooting Stars  
Repitier Poem (not listed under "Form"-see notes)


Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


Details | Villanelle | |

Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand

Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
   Lord of your dreams come to haunt your reason
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land

One mistake too many mounting offhand
   Scars experiences of every person
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand

If only you could have known before hand
   What destiny marked out as your poison
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land

You wouldn’t hasten to offer your hand
   Extremes make for a right lethal portion
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand

No sacrifice should be your last command
   Come bodies: go in sundered unison
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land

If you interfere with Nature’s grand plan
   Then gladly pay the price of treason
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land  

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:
Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

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

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

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


Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


Details | Rhyme | |

june beauty outside and Within me

3rd march 2012,malvan.

 
Waves diffuse themselves on sandy shores repeat, Like fresh feelings in young lover’s kiss, their pristine emotions upbeat. Youthful hearts pant and gasp, volcanic emotions erupt, Like Twilight rays caress blue waters and foam splits abrupt. As night she festoons her darkness a more, Temptation flares within youthful flesh like burning flames galore. White virgin sands dormant they spread and lay waiting, Like warm satins spreads for nocturnal love making. Dim lit fishing boats tied to their anchors they beacon flash and float, Akin fresh youthful body lying in wait for the mate ,it’s voluptuousness to note . Alone here in serene surroundings, feel the caress of the orange light of setting sun, Tingle in my heart and my emotions wild they have begun to run…….. Rising moon reflects in the shimmering waters all blue, Like the joys from my heart emerge on to the expressions on my face without ado. Elegance radiates from the skies as the stars jauntily they dance Her tasseled hair, and the sweet smell of love’s nectar drive me into a trance. Diaphanous sea breeze carries supple love’s words unspoken, Blackened progdious velvet skies nestles my copious passions that are still unbroken.
By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Couplet | |

Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare




Details | Rhyme | |

The Puppy

The puppy’s eyes were huge and sad.
His tail a drum did beat within my head.
His whimper a sound from which I could not part.
His posture defeated struck upon my heart. 
His expectations high. His whimpers slow. 
Within his cage he lays submissively low.
I could not walk away when invited in by eyes so bright.
I reached low to scratch his ears and touch his head so light.
Upon my hand he did drool, as his tongue did lick to know.
Then he held me in his mouth so tight as not to let me go.
A connection felt, a gentle hand, a belly rub a treat.
I knew to hold him close- my heart made whole again would beat.
Forever mine whispered in my ear. I could not let him go.
Unconditional love to feel- I could not look away, so
Our heart beat once- then twice again in unison unique.
Without a doubt- one way to go- my heart does tightly seek. 
I know to take him home- my life would be so sweet.
One dog has died. Now another found. My life continues still.
New hopes and dreams- to home we go as life proclaims its’ fill.
But his friend sits shivering, as we prepare to leave.
My heart grows suddenly still. To look, to see, my heart to believe
One is good, but two is best- two hearts my love can shield.
Toward my home we turn again- three hearts to joyfully yield.
Once a house- now a home we will successfully build.
So if a shelter you do pass, stop a moment to see…
Perhaps a loved one waits inside, if a loving home you have a need...


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 | Ballade | |

The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


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Eye Of The Tiger

<                                              eye of the tiger
                                            mystical yet beautiful ...
                                            even through monsoon's




Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11

Season Chosen Monsoon

Entry For Charles Henderson's
Very Strict Haiku G.L. All


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Ode | |

Ode on Sorrows

A traveler has traveled far and wide,
Lost in the plains of yellow flowers and Poppies
He saw the tree that stood
An Oak tree it was, with stream of water from underneath.

A reflection of his image he saw,
A fallacy he denied. 
Like a fool he talk to trees and skies
The west wind blew and his heart felt
Heard his name sorrow, thus the wind Whispers
“A man is weight by the sorrow in his heart”

Thirsty, he drank from the stream.
Bitter it was, but the stream was as clear as the sea
An epiphany he had, the taste of bitterness,
Was from his heart, the taste of sorrow.

Green grass withered and the sun died,
Illuminated by the night skies;
He mocks the heavens
And he curses the ground.

The heaven cried out,
“Man is imprisoned in the passage of time”
The stars died too
The stream dried out and came a man
“I am thy sorrow, thy need, thy fallacy”.
“I live in denial, for I know not the man I see,
I know not of my weight, my sorrows”

“The yolk of life that I carry has undone me”
“Emptiness in a man’s heart is the presences of grief
Atlas! How well did my heart grief” said he
“How well did my heart swallowe’d” 

Darkness came over the plain,
the beauty was shunt from man.
A voice he heard,"nature of man is beautiful and deceitful"
Dawn came, blissful, as the early birds began to sing
the dew drops that fell on the grass, illuminated the plains
his heart was filled with tears of truth.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Stars Beyond the Sunset

Walk with me
the water's edge,
when the sun
and sea have met...
Our shadow's long,
the day is gone,
but it's not
dark just yet...
A kiss, and passion
fills our souls,
as the beauty
of the night unfolds...
Lovers now
-  in silhouette,
we share the stars
beyond the sunset...
 
Copyright © 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

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

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

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


Details | Tanka | |

An Afternoon Twice Transformed

One bright afternoon, The sky began grumbling as darkness fell swiftly. While rain pounded my windshield, my heart matched it beat for beat. After a small time - darkness fled as my heart lost its pitter patter, and the brightening sky changed to the blue of robins’ eggs. Above the mountains, a lovely bow stretched across the sky in the east, and my heart beat as softly as its soothing pastel hues. (see "about this poem") For Debbie Guzzi's "Transformation Contest"


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Quatern | |

A Script To Read Again

This is a script to read again Its wordings are clear- no blunder Each page on its own is a sane It has distinct words to ponder I’m yet to find its replacement This is a script to read again It’s obvious in its endowment A script fit beyond thousand reigns With what I've seen, I've much to gain Those about lives before our own This is a script to read again Can any author beat this Lone? In everything it’s just the star I think its lost can’t be regain It’s the same here and in Dakar This is a script to read again.
28/5/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Firefall

A winding road, up through the trees, finds California gold
The heart will race, and breath escapes, to see this land unfold
Dad cherished, still, his boyhood home, a wonderland he knew
A home he knew so long ago, but never quite outgrew
Our family albums back at home, held pictures of those years
When Gramps had been a mountain guide, my heritage is here

When summer came and school was done,..our family couldn't wait
To camp, explore, and marvel on, this jewel at Heaven's gate
No picture, song, or poetry, prepared astonished eyes
The valley called Yosemite, invited pure delight 

Hidden in the canyons of Sierra's mountain glade
Immortal is a valley, which was carved by glacier's blade
Winter melts to spring, quenching lakes and giant trees
Dogwoods lace the forest floor, azaleas scent the breeze
Redwoods dig their roots between the stones that reach the sky
Earth and sky meet hand in hand, where eagles nest and fly

The Bridal falls, the granite faces, we stuttered to describe
The meadows green, the mirrored lakes, Ahwahnee lodge resides..
The Mercy River cools the brow, in awe of what surrounds
Embrace the peace as evening falls, that mummers nature's sounds

El Capitan, and Half Dome seem to reach the stars so high
Reflect upon old stories told of fire in the sky
A fire built upon the cliffs, then sounds of ancient cries
A call from down below would rise,... would echo from above
And rocks would pour a flaming veil, and spill a song of love
The call of love, from tribes that roamed, a hundred years ago

Days long ago, my childhood eyes, were dazzled under stars
We'd sit around the campfire light, Dad would sing and play guitar
We looked upon the granite face of Half Dome overhead
And watch the burning embers fall, and hear a song so sad
A native song still fills the dark, within the heart of me
A place where soft light still cascades, and Daddy sang to me



................................................................................................................................
A look at Yosemite firefalls.....http://firefall.info


Details | Sonnet | |

Touched by an angel

My life, it has ambled treacherously for some time now, To the cheerless and ecstatic, diurnal and nocturnal rhythms somehow. Furtively it quests for joys life seldom offers, With the touch of its lips and the rock of hips, from luck and fortune’s brimming coffers. From caged intangible impregnable expanse, into my hazy apparitions, an angel, she descends, To be tended softly first and then into me she blends. An angel they say she is to all mankind, Peace of mind and all the joys festoon themselves combined to whoever she be confined. Last Sunday’s dawn, when seeking solitude in a musing trance, Meditating on my heart chakra, without thoughts in my mind swaying in a the ceremonial dance, I felt the caress of her aura and poise, Mien & demeanor of her simplicity swept across me without any noise My yearning heart suckles on her auric light and feverous emotions that are diffuse, Kindness her moniker, and from now on from within me she will repeatedly unleash and break loose.
21/3/2012, by: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)


Details | Free verse | |

Grey's Spectrum -Brussels, Belgium-

I’m greeted by the freshly laundered dawn,
pale slate linen hung to dry above
a stirring city of collective individuals. 
I cherish moments like these,
when I can step out in to the drying day
without forethought or agenda
and imbibe a city  which has squirmed 
beneath the clouds for a millennium.

And what a different place it would be if
the sun shone upon it more often.

What need would there have been for the
gilded Galleries de Saint Hubert
if not to protect the heads of the bourgeoisie?

What drive would there have been for Horta and Blérot 
to duplicate nature’s balance indoors in glass, steel and murals
and sprawl sgraffiti jungles beneath damp eaves?

Why would beer need to warm one’s soul and feet
if one’s shoes were not constantly damp?

Where would have Magritte found his clouds?

How would the cobblestones of the Grand Place
manage to glow brighter than Saint Michel’s spire
if they weren’t slickened by an otherwise uncaring God?

How silent and plain the city would be
without colonial djembe undertones, postmarks
from a search for one’s self in clement Congo.

It is a city of grey
from which all colours run

free, 

sober, 

deep.


Details | Burlesque | |

Sun sets

Sun sets
Sun rises to east.
Gives heat.
Not so sunny always.
In my mind
In my world
Looks haze
See so many phase.
Again it moves to west.
Is it best?
In hot
Sunny summer
Heat vapor
Fights with all
Mind disgraces small.
My heart perceives.
Sun sets.
Moon forgives.
Wait for my beloved heart.
In my heart Cool breeze flows.
Sunny day passes heat vapors.
Saroj khan[sakha]


Details | Cinquain | |

time

As Time Goes By 

Each grain of sand 
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and 
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under 
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun. 


Details | Kimo | |

Embarking

an elusive love peering out beyond the pure meadow
        dancing in my heart this gift of completion warms a stirring heart  
                gathering momentum I set out upon a quest to capture


Details | Haiku | |

Colorado



               in colorado
   the geese recall the last time
     we threw crumbs on pond

                5/6/2014


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Rose

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
where?
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
existence
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not
sure

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the 
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lingering Glance

Silent moments together that Creates passionate desire.
Feeling the closeness of nature that bloomed on face of the one we admire,
creating warmth that ignites into a burning fire, giving feelings that takes us
to the seven heavens or even higher...

Gazing in nature marvel as our eyes met each other so profound that
 we immediately drowned into each other's gaze. Holding each other there,
 and no use for words to say, as we exchange a visible frisson in lingering glance.

Bodies so close while we shared a romantic dance, a sensation like a hypnotic trance,
 Then our heart takes over and emotions conquered the rest searching for comfort,
 I rest my head upon his chest. Feeling the pounding of his heart that beats only love for me

Accepting the gift of love that overflows the hearts. Awaken flame 
which makes no other pleasure feels the same. A complete satisfaction of wholeness
That goes beyond physical attraction to a deeper commitment. 




Details | Free verse | |

Homework... What homework?!?

The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the last. I sit. And stare. And wonder. The clock strikes three. I shift and pick up my 
homework. The assignment is a three page essay, due today. Should I do it? Nah... I toss it aside and resume 
my staring of the sky.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sweet Inspiration

As if the words beg to float from my throat, But only spill with the ink of my pen; Only with nature's embrace and sweet coat Do I feel truth form in words and begin. Solitary confinement- I'll find peace; Only within, I can feel the soft hum . . With each stroke, and spill, a gentle release To nature's sweet music, pluck, and soft strum. Nature shall comfort, wherever I go; No matter the warm breeze, or the cold bite. . Caressed by nature, rocking to and fro' While I admire each beautiful sight. So now that no one's here to inspire love, I'll find it around, within, and above.


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 | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Verse | |

Earth, Water, Fire, Air

Earth, water, fire, air
solitary elements to exist;
while alpha powers from 
celestial arenas persist at creation
in it's rawest form
Nothingness,
A blank canvas
Empty;
full of substance and potential
Awaiting a transformation that will be 
a perfect reflection of beauty
pictures on a mantle
Earth, Water, Fire, Air


Details | ABC | |

Yosemite Valley

A glazed view, as through a glass that magnifies
Between the granite banded with blue and umber
Cruel paths of glacier, ancient swords of hunger
Deeply carved a threshold one can hardly grasp
Each turn of compass, leaves a gasp
Forever brings our talking to a halt
Green rivers whipped to white by waterfalls
How gaunt the pines climb high upon the ridge
Itself, a place exempt from time
Justifies belief of Godly kind
Keeping watch above a valley floor
Looming monoliths of ancient lore
Morning bright of shimmering brooks that flow 
Next brings winter breezing through the mind
Ours the privilege of beholding
Past and futures coming here together
Question not the overwhelming wonder
Relished eyes behold the truthful splendor
Saturates the heart and soul forever
That if one stands too long within such glory
Under white peaks and folklore stories
Varying degrees of speechlessness and thrill
With sun above,  and human form so small
Xanadu is not of fiction, it is real
Yosemite, this place, this land of royal grace
Zenith, this land of majesty, my eyes and heart embrace


________________________________________________________________________
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest: "Do You Know Your A B C s?"
Dedicated to My Dad....Where he spend his childhood


Details | Haiku | |

The rancher


morning frost twinkles
      while rancher sips coffee and
              whiffs new arrivals


Details | Verse | |

Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


Details | Ballade | |

Esmeralda

Esmeralda and the fairies

Esmeralda in her garden
Was playing with her dolls
Amidst flowers so beautiful
And the sun shone down like gold.
Midst butterflies and pretty birds
And trees that softly glowed
She saw two fairies oh so pretty
As one sat upon a toad.

The toad did look so happy there
With the fairy on his back.
They came up to a pretty rose
By a little grassy track
Then one fairy danced a dance
Little heart all filled with bliss
As Esmeralda felt such love
And so much happiness.

The other fairy started dancing
As the toad just clapped his hands
 Esmeralda watched it all
Oh she thought it was so grand
But when she told her mum and dad
Well, they just laughed at her
And told her it’s imagination
That it did not occur.


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


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.


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Stormy Waters

I love to be me and that's a good sign,
When the wind is flying with this heart of mine;
It taps at the window with cold mournful chill,
Chasing the leaves that dance down the hill.

The sky’s dark and cloudy, the sea's white with foam,
And seagulls are screaming as they fly back home;
The boat’s wild tossing as she flies in the gale,
Rises on the waves as the wind fills her sail.

I'm just a woman trapped here on shore,
A soul that is longing for each breaker's roar;
The heart beats restless with the winds that blow,
Where ever she flies is where I want to go.

The gulls fly the heavens far beyond shore,
Winging the skies with clouds evermore;
Fly with the tempest a gypsy heart true,
There's joy in the peril as you fly in the blue.

The oceans that thunder lift dark waves to pray,
And tempests that shriek take the breath away;
The foam that flies will cover the land,
And take the small footprint out of the sand.


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Aestheticism

I am an aesthete to the nature and its colors,

what will be the beauty of its creator? 

My aestheticism fails to asses.


Details | I do not know? | |

It's raining in my mind...

Clouds of inspiration cover
The bright sky of mind
Winds of rhythm blow to join
The clouds in a thunderous wedlock
Drops of words shower 
On the fertile land of imagination
The seeds of thought grow
To become the green blossoming tree of poetry
And then through the diamond prism of heart
Rainbows of meaning and beauty
Clear the sky for the soul to fly
To eternity…


Details | Rhyme | |

Aqua Lines

Clustered bubbles play among
Swirls made by my aqualung;
Liquid beads embroidered on
Deep blue green........and then they're gone.
Fleeting beauty of the sea's
Ever changing tapestries.


Details | Ballad | |

A KINGS' LIBRARY

One cannot leave the books.. 
The precious books.. 
Not to be lost in the mists of magic 
For, a book unopened... 
Is a heart with no love 

Castle Heartstones' library, 
was taken aboard 
Before Tapestry 
Before Sword 

Enchanted things happen, 
in a Kings' Library 
For, books are alive 
A book will find you 

The books travelled through corridors 
For, books must find their way to you 
From a Kings' Library, 
to your heart 
For, words have more than one meaning too 

Books of the seasons 
Such colour glowing, 
amongst the pages 
Queens' pride showing 

Books of stars 
and sunbright 
Above all 
The book of The Wise Ways 
In a Kings' Library 
for all to see 


Details | Free verse | |

Dreaming In The Shades Of A Purple Sun

The cool breeze carries with it
The distant songs of blackberry winter.
Slowly seeping through your mind's barrier,
The verdurous artist's lush designs...
Come to life.

The everlasting evergreens are forevermore evolving.

In your mind, where the sky is always pink,
And the sun is purple, the dreams have never found
An easier road to travel.
On Spring's honey stairway, they fly.
The shadows, blue. Blue.

Silver apples. Silver apples.
Falling from the cherry sky.
Falling to the ground,
And sprouting orange flowers.


Nightfall comes swiftly though,
And oh! How prosaic this image is rendered,
In the light of a moon that colors the world

In black and white.


Details | Tetractys | |

A White Canvas Awaits

Poet ~ Rick Parise _______________ Woes falling mirth within peaceful drowning a place I search for time and time again If only to pry each word from my mind a poetic masterpiece in grace shine ________________ Contest ~ "Where Your Poetry Comes From"


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Good Vibrations

Morning dew lets
drip essential
waters, the active
ripples drop,
landing, working
with the melting
ponds, to release
surface tension 
The callings of
chirping birds,
resonating
pleasantries to ears
everywhere, fervent
life, the eager
promise of things to
come 
The good morning sun
evaporates people's
resentment, feelings
over three months of
abandonment, making
it up with a return 

Ceremonious 
Rich with golden
beams 
A father figure  

Hatch lings making
their identity
known, breaking from
shells to survive,
congregating around
mother for advice, 
Feeling the
strengths of
togetherness, still
insecure, even under
the gentlest of
April breezes, that
whisper comforting
thoughts
The Lush trees,
restore their former
selves, showing
boldness and beauty
and shade and
shelter, trying to
outdo each other  
   
Nature and Nurture
Kissed by the broken
winds 
Fragility fades

 Strong showers
precipitate as the
tears of the sun,
bringing out regrets
for having left us
at all, so fondly
appreciated
       Our offspring
play in the muddy
puddles, birds
flutter about to
bathe, flowers grow
bolder, while bees
work the sap 
Libidos driven by a
fervor, wanting to
be part of it all,
form partnerships
and blessed unions
worldwide, we will
conceive   

Our prosperity
Interlinking all of
us
Timeless equation  


Details | Ballade | |

Where the river meets the sea

Where the river meets the sea.

I’m camping here in Denmark
Where the river meets the sea
I’m looking cross the river
At a bent and twisted tree
I don’t know just what type it is
But I really love its beauty
It’s a piece of nature’s art.
And mesmerizes me.

It’s branches reach out everywhere
In a gnarled and twisted way
It’s the coming of the sunrise
On this soft and gentle day
And this tree it looks so splendid
As the silence calms my mind
It’s to be here in these mornings
For this I was destined.

The tree is filled with little birds
All dressed in black and white
I don’t know what they call them
But they fill me with delight
A sight without the labels
Is a better way to see
So I just sit here gazing
At these bird’s perched in the tree.

31 May 2014 @ 0725hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Sunrise Interpretation

The radiant sun Pounds the surface of the earth Upon the rising of day Forcing its presence Onto the green and blue Allowing the color of day To be spread upon The canvas of life With an artists eye One can see the beauty The brushstrokes and hues And interpret the morning, the day As a true work of art


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THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Acrostic | |

Leaves A Handiwork

Leaves on the trees in my yard
Even now some are falling hard.
All of them have their own distinct look.
Very often we keep them in a book.
Everyone of them is beautiful and so grand.
Seeing that they were made by God's great hand!

For Carol Brown's contest "Leaves"


Details | Rhyme | |

Walk With Hope In Your Heart

      
Never fear that you walk alone
As God is walking by your side
He’s always there to give you strength
To comfort and to show he cares.
Remember God is with you every day
His light is there to be a guide for you  
Let your heart be touched by his love      
Open up your heart to allow his love through.              


When you’re lost in the storm and feel very scared
Don’t lose your faith God is there watching over you        
Gods guiding light will come shining from above
Beaming like the sun’s rays embracing you in love
At the end of the storm, the skies will be golden
The larks will be singing high in the trees
Reach deep inside to find the strength to carry on
Allow your fears to fly away with the breeze.

                                                                                                                             
Remember now when days seem too dark 
It’s impossible to put a smile on your face
Never give up because there is always hope
Deep inside your restless troubled heart.
Find a way to let faith back in your life again        
Be rid of all the days of bitterness and pain.
Always walk with your head held high
With your faith you’ll never feel lost again.



Details | Haiku | |

Oceans Mirror

Waves are waters wings
Soaring past the night, upright
Dissolving through time.

Rocks are waters moons,
Attracting gasps and debris,
Perpetual pose.

Shores are waters skies,
Extravagant scenes perform
As Light rays dance round.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: 
Written: 7-12-12





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The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Verse | |

The Poet

...of molten steel laden with burning desire                        
he braids each facet with words forged of spirit and soul
each joined within a single strand... 


___________________

Triplet

A Brian Strand Contest


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 | Tyburn | |

BEGGING FOR YOU PEOPLE

================================ ~*~ bonny comely worthy lofty sculpted milieu, bonny, comely sphere "STARVED " - thirsty for worthy, lofty cheer. ~*~ ===================================


Details | Rhyme | |

Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


Details | Haiku | |

haiku 12

a lone jack-pine
carves a pliable sky--
the artist lingers


*See "About This Poem"


Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


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


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 UNSUPPORTED CODE


Details | Haiku | |

noritake haiku

in spring she whispers a sip of shinto sun wen lotus sways below cobalt sky a thought of sobo pink cherry blossom's swirl the porcelain plate hands folded in prayer _______________________________________________________ Sobo- Grandmother Shinto- All Nature / Worship / Ancestors / Spirit / Belief / Sacred Power Noritake Cobalt / Piled 3-high / A Sip Saki or Sake' then passed / Three Three Nine / A Geisha gets her name / Shinto


Details | Haiku | |

Elk Walk - The Rancher

                      

                  Elk Walk

           elk walk in snow to
     find a morsel in warm fount
         beyond, fields beacons


                The Rancher

          morning frost twinkles
      while rancher sips coffee and
            whiffs new arrivals


                   5/9/2014
          January Haiku Contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Free verse | |

A Horse Worn Out

I am horse
Ride saddle 'pon my back
O'er plains of outer space or
O'er wishing grounds
My spit shine for a baker's bet
Wood is shrieker
And father my horse
Lay amongst the wary
And tell the hunter
Who's skin you enter soundly
Tell to him thy name;
Thy name is horse!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Walk Alone

Quick as a blade lunging forward to claim a life, is this darkness falling upon me. Whispers of a sorrow, known so long ago, float in the thickness of the night. Twigs snap in the distance, I turn but my eyes fail me.. My own hand in front of my face goes unseen... then, all becomes quiet... 
   Walking along a gravel path, each step makes the pebbles unearth and dance along side me until coming to a halt.. Searching for even the slightest sign of light.. my head tilts towards the sky looking for the moon or the stars to show me what little comfort they could offer.. I am alone. Even they have abandoned me on this wicked night. Owls hooting in the midst of this forest, as if to let the rest of the forest know I am here.. and I am alone.. the wind at my back shows no mercy on my path to find light.. it taunts me, urging me to run as if it knows something I do not.. As soon as that thought was finished, a screech! 
   Snapping and cracking from branches being broken in a direct path to me. Finally I can take it no more, rendered so helpless, Frantic, I run blindly with arms reached out in front of me to take the blunt force of whatever I may run into.
suddenly, there is a loud "THUD"...
   The screeching stops, as do I.. Heart pounding intensely, it is as if it is not my heart at all, but drums being played.. Lungs threatening to collapse as my knees buckle. Tears of fear streaming down these burning cheeks..
whats that? Foot steps! I ask myself, from where? I spin, there!
   Don't scream, don't move..  Crouched down low to the ground. Eyes burning from the rush of tears, heart wrenching and twisting between my ribs.
A light! Scared, I stand.. One moment passes and the next I'm running... but why? Light is what I'm searching for! No..safety.. from fears and my pain... 
   This forest is a manifestation of my fears.. I must face them!
My feet come to a steady stop. Turning to face the enclosing footsteps.. My adrenalin is fading I can now feel where the broken branches had their way with the bare skin of my arms and legs. I can feel the lumps forming.

The light!
Eyes shut I cling to a nearby tree.. deep breaths in, deep breathes out.. bracing myself for what is about to come.

My eyes dart open...


Details | Lyric | |

The sensitive kind

The sensitive man

He loves he, the grass in the meadow
He loves all the flowers that grow
And loves living life with a passion
And watching the whole of the show
He loves he the sun that is shining
And the moon when it lights the dark sky
And he loves that he’s here
With a mind pure and clear
Though one day he knows he  must die.

He likes to live life in the middle
And flow like a river at ease
And all of the clouds in the heavens
Their patterns his heart do well please
As he walks him the trails in the morning
Sweet dreams going round in his head
And there be a theme worth a poem
So he goes home and writes it instead.

As all of the flowers do touch him
And the birds they do sing a new song
He sits here beneath his lounge window
And knows this is where he belongs
As he’s lost in the dance of the morning
Nothing else enters his mind
He leaves all the drama around him
For he be the sensitive kind.

4 July 2013 @ 1400hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Nature Walk

Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.


Details | Ballade | |

Creating words in the garden

Creating words in the garden

I’ve been sitting in the garden
It’s a lovely Sunny day
It’s supposed to be our winter
But I know she’s on her way
That spring season I love so well
I can feel it everywhere
So I’ve been sitting in the garden
Without one single care.

I took me notebook out with me
To try to write some stuff
Too soon I’d wrote four little poems
And then, I’d had enough
And so I went and made them safe
On my trusty word machine
Having been there in that garden
My world felt so serene.

In the presence of serenity
The words just flow on out
I don’t know where they come from
Somehow they come about
When I’m sitting in the garden
And beauty beckons me
It seems to be my inspiration
For creativity.

9 August 2013 @ 1624hrs.


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Haiku Challenge

(Sake and Noritake series)

DRINK IN A BOWL

Sake highlighted
imprinted upon a mind...
composure in art

DRINK OF WISDOM

Wry wisdom from rice...
the land of the rising sun
fluorescent pomp

CAPTURED

Artistry enhanced
nature captured in a bowl
taste intensified

  


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The Mirror - ITTY BITTY

It is summer evening ;
the ocean's skin moves
like a dancing mirror.


Details | Verse | |

Vultures

Vultures -----

-----------passing over dying shadows

nothing to feast on

the wind came and carried them away



10-26-13

SandyIvy


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerity - A Gift Of Healing Through Gods Loving Light


 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

How fortunate am I
for the beauty of love I see in others
A gift so priceless my soul elate                       
reining down from God our Father

with summer lighting in sky of fear 
and winters cold unknowing 
by your side I stand in armor
as life storm leave shrouds of pain

in confusion I shield a weakened heart
with words that simply encourage
for each I cuddle with warm compassion
with song of love and grace                                          
 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

_______________________________________
Contest ~ "Love Me Why"
Poet ~ Rick Parise






Details | Ballad | |

Weather's Changing

The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear

Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold

I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”

Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”


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Morning anthem

An annual muster   
Of black and yellow honey-eaters 
Chattering and tweeting 
Brought in the dawn this morning 
Against the backdrop 
Of a grey wet blanket sky lightly sun lit 
Heavy with the promise of rain

It was a wonderful atmospheric morning 
As I woke to the serenade of myriad sounds
It was like an orchestra at rehearsal time trying out 
All its musical instruments

A clanging cymbal in the distance was industrial banging cutting the air
And the ever-rushing cars on the wet highway
Sounded like the constant brushing sounds of a drummer scraping His drums
And like woodwind instruments piping was wood pigeons cooeeing
And the chirpy sounds of other birds were like flutes interjecting
And magpies chortling a Soprano song between an occasional dog bark
That sounded Like Maestro banging His baton to get the orchestra’s attention  

© Brenda V Northeast 28th March 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

SAVE OUR GENERATION

Another new born comes on earth
Another man leaves this world
Another brand new day has arrive
Another night falls
Life continues to roll
The earth go round and round
Another heart breaks
Tears falls
Another heart feels happy
Smile on faces
What has this earth becomes
To deserve all this cruelty
Earth continues to suffer
But who is to blame
It's us human that is responsible
On the judgement day there will be grind teeth
What will the new generation be like
If the example of its ancestors
Is just bad example
They will think that its normal
The earth will continues to suffer
My  brothers has once sings
Together we've tried
All has just blown away in the wind
Human has become more dangerous
We don't know the meaning of sharing anymore
Just pouring of blood each and every day
Poor this earth
Is drowning in the blood of innocent
Accomplish will continues to clap hands
The good for nothing will keep saying that he deserve it
What's this earth becoming
Let's save our generation
Not tomorrow, not tonight
But right now


Details | Narrative | |

Saying vs Doing

So carefree into the nature I pass,
So carefree I roll onto the soft grass.
YOU HAVE TO FEEL THE NATURE IN YOU-
So said my reverened Guru.

As I got older, I  carried those words only in my head.

I saw a nice house beside mine 
A palacial one, patterns so fine
I thought if I had been the owner
In place, I felt, I became 'ower'.

I saw one of my friends 
Holding a pair of beautiful hands;
I felt red with spleen
With envy, I got green.

I saw a man driving a Ferrari,
I couldn't be at all marry;
And I had a heartburn,
Into my heart, that really did turn. 

Now I am aged and torn
And see a child as it is born;
I feel jealous as I have creased skin
I feel like to replace the babe, as beautiful as a bean.

...At long last, I realize

I did not pass the nature into me
Yet affected, I'm there, where lies she;
I bore the words only in my head,
And terribly did I neglect.

What's the use of keeping the words in head
If in practise those do not reflect?


Details | Sijo | |

The Nature Radio

Birds chirp like ready to have their own party, the sun brightly shines
The melody of nature cannot be compete with other tune
Universe plays its own magnificent song, intricate beauty


Sijo Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise


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Broken and Beautiful

A mould-shaped symmetrical bowl
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore

The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness

Falling in love for the first time
can be very exciting at the start
But such love is usually not long-lasting
and may lead to a broken-heart
A person whose heart has been broken
seeks a love that is more mature
When found such love heals the broken heart
and it's more beautiful and likely to endure


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Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


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Into the Sunlight

It is the divine time again,
where my eyes gain
an opportunity to see the sky
fiery, as though the sun
has poured its energy 
on the stars, causing a fiery
reaction that is beautiful, and doesn't burn......



Date:06/06/2014


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Stay Still

<                                    rustic overtures
                           reflects mirrored images .... off
                                    motionless water


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SWEETHEART DARJEELING

Sweetheart Darjeeling

Three hours of walk uphill from the town, 
The woods grew thicker and the world down, 
Heart panting – eyes floating in the wooden beaker, 
Oh! It was dark yet darker-deep yet deeper! 
I heard Frost calling and recalled the “snowy evening”
The sky still silent-a colorful sunrise brought the morning! ! 

Which way shall I go was the question, 
Shall I obey the lessons learnt or opt to learn? 

No second thought-forgetting all I went with the flow, 
A joy in my heart the early morning seemed to glow, 
It was the bliss of the woods-the hills of Darjeeling, 
Orchids dancing and the streams began to sing, 
Valleys-trees, birds – bees , everything, 
In your heart – sweetheart Darjeeling! ! 

Every step I took- I took with regret, 
Every angle was so perfect-the heaven had set, 
A wish from my heart – oh queen Darjeeling, 
The songs of your streams-let me also sing, 
Rapids-waterfalls, tunnels-iceballs, everything, 
In your heart-sweetheart Darjeeling! ! 

Gazed and gazed-amazed was I, 
Amazement-excitement that none could hide, 
A magic in your leaves-oh majestic Darjeeling, 
The rattle with breeze-in mist playing, 
The white cymbidium-the pink dendrobium, everything, 
In your heart-sweetheart Darjeeling! ! 

I felt the mist on my face-the cold on my skin, 
Those virgin woods hidden-high, diverse yet so akin, 
Those narrow winding streams-oh darling Darjeeling, 
So lively-the multi colored birds bathe and sing, 
Teesta blue-Rangeet green-everything, 
In your heart -sweetheart Darjeeling! ! 

Oh Darjeeling, so majestic-magical and serene, 
Philosophies all at one end-alone you win, 
For the silent words you speak-you are teacher, 
Miles one must walk but never in his leisure, 
A day of leisure in the lap of Darjeeling, 
Bathes your soul-spirit, everything! ! 

Miles I’ve walked-all promises kept-regret nothing, 
Oh! Revered Frost I think you’d not seen Darjeeling! ! 
Saket Suman


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Walking Under Water

enchanting journey;
beauty on river's
floor
feeds my soul


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sunny Day

If everyday was a sunny day,
 then what would a sunny day be?

The answer...

it would be like everyday,

I say this to say. Despite all your past ways,
we have all had obstacle in our pathways
and I choose to believe that life isn't just black and white
 there are many shades of gray.

In the past you've been through it all,
stumbles and pitfalls,
 even going on journeys blind through fields where the grass is to tall,
You still seem to make it through it all.

 And that shows character. I'm not talking Spongbob or Patrick,
they say big things come in small packages
 and in you,
 with qualities so fine it obvious that it all depend on how u package it.

 Pressure busts pipes, but it can also make a diamond,
and in order for it to do so you have to put time in.
 Time and patients,
 and if a “broken heart” was a medical condition the emergency room would be
full of patients.

 Lord knows you have seen your fair share of scares,
 and the craziest part is it hurt you the most because you care.

When I stare right into your deep ocean, 
after all the crashed waves and commotion, 
I see your devotion.
 
Your willingness to face the weather head on like a beanie.

You overcome the storms,
 You control the rain with your pain,
Your smile tames the wild.
Your love melt the snow,
 and you light up the world with your glow.

See you are a sunny day,
 and it because of your bad weather that allow me
to appreciate your powers, 
the nourishment from your sun shine

 to my flowers.


Tahron Watkins


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Trees and Dirt

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


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my star,my Heart, My Valentine

bird displays its wings
above flowing water fall...
my heart flows with joy

beds of nice flowers
the passion of hope and love...
my heart beats faster

love shines like the stars
which brighten the night and sky
would you be my star?



CONTEST:"(double)valentine Haiku &one questionku "sponsored by PD


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Captivated

Does a soul belong to Heaven fields
Or fertile ground would be the refuge?
Heroic attempts to change Nature's choice,
Enduring it's crabbedness
To relish it's holiness.
Envied by Humans and Gods
The soul proceeds on a journey fixed
To uncover the mysteries of a life unexpected.
Below doom lights, in beds worn
A soul peaks a love hurt
By it's own arc,
Holding in small hands
The glory of a divine fate.
On life's walls Psyche climbs
To reach love's infinity
Through boxes of lust and human temptations,
To pass along
To pass by
And live on with flesh and blood,
Captivated
As Godess between Humans and Gods.


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Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


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At the Cottage in the Morning

I like to wake up in the morning at the lake,
I sleep out on the porch, on account of I hate snoring,
so I can hear the tremelo of the daddy loon calling to the babies,
and sometimes I just sit there and listen,
to the kingfisher back in the channel,
and the wet flop of the dogfish early on.
If I listen closely, I can hear a woodpecker on the opposite shore,
hammering away with its rock-hard beak.
Then when I open my eyes,
it's like looking at a fantasy painting,
with pillars of steam rising from the lake,
like fog from a Jurassic swamp in ancient times,
with dragonflies zooming about in the mist,
hunting the doodlebugs and damsonflies 
that hover obliviously over the glasslike water.
The sun rises on the Eastern side,
casting glories of light on the lake in its stillness.
There are no boats out yet,
it is far too still and placid.
I can barely see from my place on the couch
the mouth of the wide channel,
and if I'm lucky I see the family of swans that lurk down there.
I see a white dot drifting away,
and smile when I know I at least saw  one.
Behind the island, which when I was little I called "City Crap",
the remains of a bonfire are just damp piles of ashes,
the remnants of a party someone threw the night before.
I look back up to the sky, which has already turned purple and pink,
and swing my legs out of the bed, and stretch,
awaiting the minute I could slip into that clear, cool water.


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Radiant Fourth of July

multicolored sparks
dwindling across the unfilled sky...
bright smoke you ignite







©RashanaKing2010


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BEAUTY

Ah, beauty must die
Impermanent flower
Showing gratitude 

©david byrne june ‘12


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Nannup night

Nannup Night

The rain has fallen heavily
The night feels so serene
Insect noises in the silence
Are heard, though choir’s unseen
In the mystic, magic darkness
I see those fading trees
Drops of rain caress my skin
As they ride upon the breeze.

I sit here on this cosy porch
As the velvet night grows deeper
Though TV murmurs droningly
The peace within does stir
With city life now left behind
Here in this sweet retreat
My silent soul, it whispers to me
And life seems so complete.

No yellow moon reflects the sun
And lights up velvet sky
No shadows cast by its soft glow
The dark night passes by
It be the touch of mystery
That rules this sombre night
And lets Lord darkness strut it’s stuff
Till morning sun shines bright.

2007.


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Standing Tall

High above the ground I am towering
It is life down below that I bring
The wind blows, my leaves taking wing
Beside my large mass rests a mere sapling

The sun is new, through the clouds break
Bright rays of light cause me to wake
The day held before I forsake
The future is something I’m ready to make

The life that I breathe is brought by light
It is time that I ought to fight
To write this poem, it took dear time
But through and through it began to rhyme


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The Waterfall

natural staircase 
water forms moving carpet 
ushering nature 


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A Walk on the Sands

As the palm-trees
danced in the faint
ocean breeze, the sands
gently tickled my feet
as they quickly moved inland

The Sun accompanied 
with a sense of freedom,
made me feel as though
the Sun-rays were passing
through me, feeding my soul
with wonder and awe

Sparkling like diamonds
dancing to the tunes of a
magical wand, the skin of the
ocean glowed with Heavenly radiance
that blinded my eyes and
enchanted my mind at the same time

This was a moment not
even a myriad comets could
inspire me with such depth
as the whispers of the ocean
and the warm stare of the Sun

By: Teddy Kimathi


(This is a Summer Poem)


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Master Artist

The hand that paints the sky bright blue And hangs the sunlight to imbue The earth and bring forth many hues Is one that rules, is one that rules When in repose at end of day The hand that rules is not at stay Somewhere on earth he paints away In colors gay, in colors gay ~*~


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About a Rose

I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 


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' VAGABOND '

~*~ " I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . . " Born to crawl at the ground nestled with grass and stones Under-estimated to be just a simple legged-insect To be at veneer, an engrossed delightful ala will come and appear from my side Taught to possess allured chromatic colour - enrapturing fragrant pigments Enchanting being came from within - from nowhere inside Real captivating metamorphosis took place - wholly changed for the best Fascinating dreams, daydreams and reality flow with the ticking of the clock Living - giving its elegant splendid paint for the very last fall of petals in her home Yelling...shouting - now an entrancing butterfly dreaming to be a HUMAN OF CHANGE " Nothing's permanent except CHANGES...Practice makes not perfect but the permanence of CHANGES. . . "


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Portrait

Paradise is a Baobab in Africa
 
where milk and honey flow beneath red -
 
I find her in clay, sun-baked, wearing 

roots from the sacred tree:
 
the final piece of the jigsaw.
 





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Treasure House

Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care

A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed

The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true

You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight

Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue

There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand

Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform

And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth

sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15 
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
Apocalypse 21:10-27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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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.



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Relaxation

Silent nights from the noisy days, Star filled skies create a maze. Natural wonders for mine eyes to see, The beauty of it all captures me.


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SUNSET

SUNSET
(I am back!)

Sunset:
An infinite canvas 
Stretched across the horizon of
Dusk's aspirations, 
Magnificently displayed in 
Innumerable hues of
Day’s DREAMS! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
    26 January 2013


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To You My Daring Artist

_______ Trapped within the artist's mind - a need to portray a burning facet of life , that some never see.... of clouds soften pillow and emerald eternity a place where indigo mist falls and yellow flowers bathe in violet's and green's a place where souls are taken and peace gathers free a song born from deep within, exploding on the white canvas for all to see To you, my daring artist Paint Paint a dream.... To you, my daring artist my hat tumbles free... _______


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


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Circles and wiggles

Wiggles and circles

Circles, circles, ever circles
Everything going round and round
Only mankind uses straight lines
In nature this be never found

Lots of wiggles, all laround me
All within me outside too
If every thing be round or wiggly
Life and birth could be this too.

19 September 2013 @2010hrs.


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The Portrait

Standing in the garden facing the four o’clock sun,
the roses drawn up to their full height, 
you approach me from behind, press a piece
of paper and a pencil in my hand and ask me

to draw you a picture. I hold the translucent
sheet up to the light and traced the scene
which slowly soaks through, the proudest
rose bending at its apex due to weight of

its oversized pink blossom, petals spread
by the onset of autumn and swaying gently
in the breeze.  Above it, the soft glow of the
sun seemingly just inches away.

Between them, the silhouettes of distant
evergreens cut across at a slight angle.
Satisfied that there’s nothing left to
capture, I scrawl “The Confession” across
 
the top of it and hand it back to you.
With a grateful smile, you fold it in three
And slide it into your back pocket before
anointing the rose with your green watering can.


Details | Free verse | |

In quest of love

I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved for me.

I wander throughout the space,
Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars;
Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted,
My naive heart chose not to surrender!

I interrogate the reflective could,
It points me to the house of obscurity,
I hasten to go to the peaceful spot,
There was not even the shadow of it!

I had even walked out of boundaries,
To know whether which direction it took,
I crapped out an fell on the wrong road.
I, however, was hopeful and undismayed!

Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me,
Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean,
To strike out the accuracy of the true love,
Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!


Details | Ballad | |

Night's a groovy lady

Orange lights shine from street lamps, 
orange lights shine on what is paved,
Something about the tail end of our conversation 
left me feeling slightly vague. 

This car has 
Translucent windows, 
like a submarine out at sea, 
the current swallows red headlights
while exhaling shiny, tipped waves 

Looking through the rearview mirror, 
The night was staring back at me. 
She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady
Ripe with her purity. 

Reading the white lights of the city, 
I place a book mark for a rainy day. 
gliding towards the illuminated tunnel 

(traffic sounds)

Plunge! 
Into Bustling traffic, 
and faster paced people,     
I never considered cigarettes, 
until I washed up,
 onto this flickering scene.  

Sirens sound, 
Traffic skates, 
strangers smile and frown. 

I-
got myself a traveling circus, 
of people I call friends. 

Funny how little flares of imagination 
send us shooting to the stars-

(party sounds)


Clash!
like banging of pots and pans
The ruckus in the room, 
has me bouncing off the walls

Police Officers, 
neon green tuxedos-  
Penny Lane.  
we are all just here tonight, dancing, 
along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life.  

Yes,
we are all just here tonight dancing- 
like sunlight touching diamonds, 
we are dancing   

It’s 
Funny how little flares of imagination, 
send us all stringing along.


Details | Free verse | |

An Eagle

It soars in the empty space surrounded by the blue sky,
its wings freely spread wide.

It eyes the ground below it, seeing everything that is still
or moving, giving it an image of a sky king; no other bird 
can see as far as it.

As its feathers start waning their glow with age, it seeks refuse
high up in the mountains; it painfully plucks its feathers, and breaks
its old beak against the rocks. As time passes, the Sun's rays kiss
its body, and new feathers come to be, and a new powerful beak
sprouts from within it. The sky birds then get their king once more.....

It is also a divine symbol to many Native American tribes,
and a symbol of strength in present times.

If God would ask me what kind of animal I would want to be if I was
to reincarnate, I would say, "Yes, an eagle I would want to become!"


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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow


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The Morning Messenger

Sunrise, sunrise, oh such a beautiful sunrise
I stood in awe as it took me by surprise
With a calm mind, it feels warm and nice
as the light beams down to greet my eyes

Came to me after conquering the night
sweet and soothing, what a beautiful sight
Came creeping in, serving the bright delight
warming the heart as it shined the light

Crack of dawn brings warmth in this terra
streaming in with a heavenly aura
The morning messenger checks in unfaltering
breathing life into flora and fauna

Let the new sun take your worries away
I wish your good luck is here to stay
May it be a song your heart will play
Good Morning and have a Happy Brand New Day


Details | Free verse | |

In the garden populated with flowers

In the garden populated with flowers, red and budded,
Resort robins birds, with inflated fluffy feathers. 
They fall in waves between the grass gushing in green 
And the impetus of a small purifying pinkish river. 
 
Somewhere in the far little barks that gleam
are resting with oars freely loose;  Infants across,
in jackets navy-blue and decent hats,
kick around wide wheel with legs and sticks. 

And their peaceful mothers waving in the sun white	 
handkerchiefs at nurses with wines and baskets overflowed 
with food; wide dresses gently flared craw the pure grass,  
back and pelvis are stretched drowsy upon accumbent canvases.

The gentlemen with flat cylinder hats: aristocrats and patricians,
undulate hair with radiance of gold, chested,
count cash incomes and score the points in game of cards. 
Their coats carelessly abandoned as in modest ensemble of black.

Nearer  are all solar deeds, the high stems 
and underbushes; pekmez dropped on broad leaves 
and bottle of beer – spilling gold with honeycomb like 
soul, swings inept, far from the nosy flocks.

White shirt, tailcoat of tricolor velvet, flit about
loudly in a clash with shoes and jabots. The stockings
fly across, breeches slip, underpants reveal!
ideally undressed and  with an exquisite moan in reverie:

 The two male bodies.  



Details | I do not know? | |

My Regular Day

                                        My Regular Day
                                              by natalie
As the first light breaks,
How the hawks soar above me.
The sheep graze alongside me,
As the colors of oranges, reds and pinks shine 
      brightly
When the cock sings his beautiful Morning song,
The new lambs will perfect day commences.

Fervently my dark-grey led hits the bare paper,
That's when I portray all that I have seen,
The hawks soaring, the sheep grazing, the cock 
      Singing and the lambs prancing.
Ah, the beauty in one morning.
Now! Its time to add all the stunning colors,
The scarlet-red mixed in with the carroty-orange
       mingled with cherry-pink,
All rightly colored as that morning that took my 
        Breath away.

The chilly water tickling my toes. 
The composed minnows gather around,
As the fox hides in her den.
The butterfly slowly flutters above me.
The two dragonflies dancing their duet, 
The strong smell of fresh mint fills up the creek,
As the creek slowly flows with the sound of tingling 
       that follows with it.
The refreshing breeze blows on my face,
Cooling it down from the temperate sun.

When the day comes to the end,
The radiant stars slowly gather around me.
The hawks take their slumber,
And the mysterious owls take their place as they now
        soar through the sky,
The warm, puffed up mother ewes snuggle their 
         young while they go onto their nightly trance.
As the strong rem stances proudly on the hill
         watching and bravely protecting all the sheep.
The crickets take the tough cocks place and cries its 
          nightly song,
As for me, well, I take my rest as my dreams fly by,
Hoping that the next day will be another regular day.


Details | Ballad | |

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


Details | Quatern | |

Len

Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end. I rest for this short period before the bitter cold. Playing my flute for you, my music I do send. I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Winters strength comes soon, elders’ bones are chilled. Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told. Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold. Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight, Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. I shall await the next day’s prudence, our tribes fight. As the moons shadows come out, though I never see, I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold. My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold
written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~


Details | Free verse | |

Wild Rugged Misty Moor

Collecting vistas
from the wild untameable
misty moor
Rugged and timeless
for the eyes to adore
Spiralling hills and sweeping green vales
Plagued by harsh wind rain and hail
Bubbling brook
and silver ribboned streams flow
Where  the purple carpets of heather grow.

Moss covered old drystone walls
baron trees from which the crow
shouts out it's raucous calls
A patchwork quilt of varying greens
and tawny browns
Where sheep majestically graze
with their woolly down.

A rustic  stone  cottage
long abandoned and run down 
graces a hill
Where the wind blows through
the windows with a haunting howl
and biting chill.

A place where many an artist and poet
have been drawn to and inspired
Their hearts at one with nature and beauty
their imagination fired.

A place through the ages
Countless lovers have dreamed and swooned
under the velvet diamonded filled skies
and magical glowing moon
Love stories now left untold lost in time
the pledges of soft love and romance
ans sweet love divine.

An idle timeless wonder land
crafted by Gods loving artful hand.





Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


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ON SUCH A SNOWY EVENING

On such a snowy evening
When cold wind makes everyone shudder
And numbs senses with its fang,
The ever-warm heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When trees shed dry leaves like tear
And melodious birds stop singing,
The ever-green heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone sinks in sleepy snow-layer
And life becomes tiresome and boring,
The ever-awake heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone alienates from each other
And the hateful death roams to sting,
The ever-loving heart remembers her.


Details | Haiku | |

El Arbor del Angel

Midnight sweeps the earth..
	Angels drift to silver trees
		To sing them to sleep..


Details | Haiku | |

Searching for Gold

distant clouds of gray -- smooth brush strokes illuminate effervescent waves golden sands reflect sparkling shades of jewel-kissed sky -- high tide sprays solar flares old woman stands hunched upon the drifting shoreline -- gray eyes search the sun


Details | Ballade | |

Galah tree

Galah Tree

I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.

It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.

I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..


Details | I do not know? | |

-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


Details | Free verse | |

From her Cocoon

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

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

 


Details | I do not know? | |

KEEP THE MONSTER AWAY

              As the saying goes,an apple a day will keep the doctor away
                                   But what is a worm to do
                               I lie in a apple close to the core
               Ever so often i slither up to my brown bedroom door
                              I stick my head out to peek at the world
                              To my surprise,there's a monster out there
                                     Picking apples real fast
                                I held my breath,i could only gasp
                                     My heart was thumping
                  The apples were bumping in a basket down below
                   A monster reached out and grabbed my home
                    Opened his mouth,of long white teeth
                     Said ,''im hungry'', i need something to eat
                     My heart stood still,i couldn't breath
                     Thought this would be the end of me.
                                                                                                                                                    


Details | Narrative | |

Walking next to nature

Exuberant
different shades
of grasses
bushes
and trees
along paths
rivers
meandering
to and from
deltas
in valleys
across
the rain forests
making
all creatures
dance 
to natural
rhythms
celebrating
all that is 
breathing
and 
walking
next
to nature


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 | Haiku | |

Winter Rhyme

12/1/12

wind cools chimes
rain drizzles on the fresh thyme
winter rhyme


Details | Free verse | |

A SINGLE RED ROSE

A single red rose blossoms alone, 
Shedding it's petals one by one.
Springs winds softly blow, 
A teasing fragrance with,
 It's delicate bouquet.
Loves romantic essence floats,
 Amongst warmth’s embrace.
Lightly tripping, spirits dancing,
 Mingling uninhibited, freedoms 
Carefree beings shine.
Liberation’s grand celebration,
 Captures,
 Flights brilliance, as their wings,
 Spread wide.
Twilight's bells ring out, under 
Heavens glorious display.
Simplicities gentleness, sweeps across
My thoughts, allowing imagination,
To flow undisturbed.
The unconscious mind releases, 
Earth bound creatures.
Admiration dreamers lift,
 Towards heights grace,
Forever journeying. 
 Touching infinities universal
 Cosmos.
 Motions poetry written at splendors,
Tender mercy.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Haiku | |

Summer's End

Autumn leaves
falling-
Summer Sun's warmth
fading
Surfing temporarily
suspended


Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


Details | Haiku | |

Fall

sliding carpet;
leaves gently move
under the tree


Details | Haiku | |

Beware

Mist arises upwards
Calls where natures lost its way…
Light warns patiently



Written for

Sponsor Annalise Brigham  
Contest Name "WHAT MY EYES SEE 


Details | Ballade | |

In the hills of Crystal Haven

In the hills of Crystal haven.


In the hills of crystal Haven
Roams a lady of real beauty
Who wanders with the wolves In liberty.
She has left the town of Brookville
To seek what Can't be found
Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees,

She had met this wise old hermit
Poorly washed and all bedraggled
And he had told her what could not be known
As she listened like still waters
In that space that feels like velvet
And now that mystic lady she must roam.

So she wanders all the hillsides
As she listens to the silence
And she talks to her good friends the forest folk.
While meanwhile all the townsfolk
They just laugh and call her crazy
As they point at her, and treat her as a joke.

For none have heard that whisper
That murmurs silence softly
As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul
Drawing forth the butterfly
That flies one to the mystic
And with a soothing flutter makes one whole.

Dec 9 2003


Details | Lyric | |

It's Destny

It’s Destiny

It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better      
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys          
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.

Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents 
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this

Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.

Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.


Details | Lyric | |

So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


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 | Rhyme | |

Autumn to Winter

Come October He strokes away the greens To touch mosaic Upon, the now of autumn trees November next And amidst set breeze Leaves of paint chips scatter And from on high, let a harrowing slip sneeze Lastly to December Branches, canvas bare When He's decided... To shake away the dandruff, from right out of His hair


Details | Free verse | |

Teardrops From Bitter Clouds

5/21/11-5/22/11

They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see

I soar off like a distant train
swaying…staying
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface

Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide
clueless…undefined

Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
lushing…gushing…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time

I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds 
will be our shrouds 
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins

Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
Snuggle
In my arms 


Details | Rhyme | |

After The Storm

After the storm, trees that were bending with the strain
Will regain their posture and stand erect again

After the storm, birds that flew away to find shelter
Will return and sing their songs even sweeter

After the storm, the howling wind that raged with fury
Will turn into a gentle breeze to calm your agony

After the storm, the sun will shine once more
And comfort you like it never did before

After the storm, you will smile with no pain
And find the love in your heart to move on again


Details | Free verse | |

Fruitful Summer

Fruitful Summer ( X Factor) The summer season has come to play Displaying beauty and good cheer Pleasant sunshine, gentle rain A dreamer’s heart to please Skies are clearly blue Nature’s splendor Fruitful time Precious All the Way Way All the Precious Fruitful time Nature’s splendor Skies are clearly blue A dreamer’s heart to please Pleasant sunshine, gentle rain Displaying beauty and good cheer The summer season has come to play Erich J. Goller Copyright X Factor style- by Erich J.Goller--11.12.2011 20 lines - the first 10 lines--9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/2/1 syllables Second 10 lines reversed first 10 lines- 1/ 2/2/ 3/ 4 5/6/7/8/9 syllable Rhyming - line 1 and line 10-- and line 11 and 20 any subject--
Contest entry for Concrete/shape


Details | Triolet | |

That you sense my vibes

That you sense my vibes and moves by it,
Doesn't make all my maze the masterpiece,
And doesn't judge loyalty and modesty.
That you sense my vibes and moves by it
Doesn't guarantee pounds and majesty.
Call me back when I err. Therefore,
That you sense my vibes and moves by it,
Doesn't make all my maze the masterpiece.


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 | ABC | |

Dead

Dead


Dead person does not harm 
Or love any one
Why people scare of them!
After death

Surgeon knows dead person 
Does not oppose
While dissects corpse

Difference between the dead
And slept is
One can speak
Another cannot.

All know this irony fact
Even cannot trust in that

Like in cinema role remains apart
People in life perform vast
With a fact along belief of act

Thus the life rolls on rolls on 
Until fate defaces task

So in time keep with tact of nature 
And forget to fear with dying act

Surgeon knows dead person
Does not oppose 
While he dissects corpse.  


Details | Haiku | |

Colors of Monet

sunset paint the sky with the colors of Monet tangerine and plum


Details | Free verse | |

Tapestry

I am the sunrise and sunset weaving turquoise into grey.


Details | Haiku | |

None Touched

clouds and cliffs
below a million flowers
and none touched

one petal 
falls amongst the wilted gone
soon will crisp

sad flowers
waiting for spring to lift them
and none touched

4-29-13


Details | Lanterne | |

''Autumns' Design''

Leaves
Changing
Sinking Slow
Wind Carried Grace
Fall


For The Leaves Contest....
Sponsored by Carol Brown...
written by Kacey Greenlee....
kaceymike29...
10/5/11


Details | Free verse | |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


Details | Lyric | |

Heart and Mind

* Heart & Mind *   


I wonder, and I wonder of this heart of mine, for I know there are so many things for 
me to find

I felt a pain so I left at the same time, to a small house that was designed

I passed the first and took the next in line, because the big house wasn’t finished so 
there wasn’t any time.

I jumped and entered, then did what I had to do at the time, and then something 
flashed across my mind, for there’re similarities of the same signs

I wonder, and I wonder, is she the true angel of mine, for she is full of the sweet 
sweet signs 

I wonder and I wonder, is she the true love of mine, for all that I know of her is that 
she straps the heart and mind: she’s caring, sharing and most of all my father’s 
design

I see her nose, especially her sweet smile, every time she crosses my mind, for with 
such a smile, she will always be in my mind

I never always get what I want but that’s ok; it is for the best at times 

But this time I am sure that if I don’t receive her, one thing for sure, she will always 
be apart of my mind

For she is a sweet little creature of my father’s design that will always be in my heart 
of mine


Details | Haiku | |

Colours

Canvas sky. Rainbow. Sunset, painted by nature. Hidden by rain clouds.
www.quill2ink2paper.weebly.com


Details | Free verse | |

The Ocean Breeze

It blows with new air,
new breath, new energy;
closing my eyes,
and allowing the breeze
to kiss my skin,
it is a feeling of rebirth
that pulsates deep within my soul......


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Eternal Unknown

Break and bend to all you desire, feel it and taste the blind fantasy that you enjoy.
Break the concept of it being the taboo of nature and understand that it is nature that
guides your hand to the natural thirst of evolution.

Because you cry when you hurt, you bleed when it hurts but you laugh when all pain is
unbearable when it is complete. Let it be a lesson, for you might not get the same
education again.

Some do not have the same experience as you had, but it does not hide the fact that it is
a pleasure to those who would die for the same lifestyle.
Trust in me is to trust that all demons are angels.

We are all in a game of chess, who decides the concept and who controls the outcome, it is
a lifestyle ideal we all dream of and create stories of a desirable outcome.
We have the blood of good and evil and the knowledge of it, but not the fruit nor the taste.

I breath because I have no choice, I live because I hate blackmail and I will die because
I need to.
If I never died, then what's the point of living?
'The point of living means to suffer for past sins and old traditions.


Details | Lyric | |

Tranquility

Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world...


In silenced sleepless nights
They draw me close to them,
Through visionary lands and sights
Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame,

Towards a realm without immorality
The immortality of kindness,
The poignant poise of sympathy
Lives be in them, placidness.

Airy lands of the skies
The soundless voice of paradise,
The symbol peace of serenity
Let it be released - Tranquility.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stardust Covered in Harmony

There's a place of sanctuary,
That shows me a face of statuary.
I would travel to the roof,
Where the moon would keep it aloof.

Lie on my back,
Set my heart to the steady track.
Falling down to my eyes,
Are the shinning stars from the skies.

Laying unto me a blanket of dust,
That the night found to me a must.
Speaking to the shadowed clouds,
While it formatted my long lost drowds.

You could peer into my eyes,
There you would see the reflection of the skies.
You'd see harmony in the lights,
Or maybe the wings of people on flights.

You could see your loved ones,
Hiding behind the face of the suns.
Look into my pupil,
See the passion asserted in dupils.

The bright night sky,
Provided me a place to fly.
Running my finger tips through it's star dust,
Flashing a smile from far to dusk.

Can you feel the magic in the air?
You can find it in the heart you wear.
Or perhaps the the world above,
Where the most magic is part of.

On your way to this journey,
Grab ahold of the night sky firmly.
And never wonder why you have nothing,
As long as you have that harmony in grip,
You may have a long fullfilling trip.

Cali Mitchell


Details | Monorhyme | |

Earth Change.. a Monotetra form poem

You pass me by on distant shore
where drought caused forest fires roar
where rivers rise and harsh rains pour
I cry no more, I cry no more.

You witness want on bended knee
Upon the screens of your TV
My children die before they’re free
No hope for me, no hope for me

Your oil hunger, corporate greed
Still planting wars from scattered seed
Creating slaves by forcing need
My heart does bleed, my heart does bleed

The oceans and the mountains call
Pray stop the pain of Eden’s fall
This earth belongs to great and small
For one and all, for one and all


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Carry On To Carrion

I get lost when i think about it.

My heart is parallel with time
I feel as though this beat I carry on 
is endless.

There was no start

I will never finish

I just keep going, 

With forever,

Until time is nonexistent

Until this beat becomes consistent

And one day my body will drop

As my beat runs parallel with time, 

I carrion.


Details | Choka | |

That Night

the swirling brilliance
within the light and darkness
a small town is overcome
with God's lesser light
His creations in the sky
brings hope to a world that's lost
in a dark world
His promises can be seen
in the wind and the night sky.







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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.


Details | Lyric | |

Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Sonnet | |

NATURE'S BEAUTY

I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal. 
     Get out there friend and see God's art today.
     And get some exercise along the way.


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Lily Pads and Dragonflies

(And why I don't carry a camera)

Lily pads and dragonflies Willowed pond and dappled water And right across a splendid bridge With people leaning over A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day! In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet! One blink, and life’s timeless image carried! But what will I do with all these lovely things I see? Make them make my mind work… !! And watch them fit, with expandable ease, Within the whole bright scheme of things! And blended there a patchwork blanket, living! Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping Not crowding out, nor overshadowing Referenced in an instant my own memory Will work greater works than any machine! Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes Needing to be stored somewhere And there take up further space, and clutter Whether virtual or not! Far better woven within the fabric of my mind Where they can play back, at some later date, In a whole new form: some inner loveliness! To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am! Oh, lily pads and dragonflies Willowed ponds and dappled light Engrave your bridge from here to there Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye! (…not her camera’s!!)


Details | Ballade | |

The super artist

The super artist

With each, sweet, precious moment
There’s a different kind of show
As I sit and watch these Tingle trees
How they glisten, how they glow!
Soft branches dance on cooling breeze
Beyond the river shore
Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen
As it sparkles more and more.

Am I standing here in Heaven?
What be this wondrous bliss?
That comes from all this beauty?
I’m mesmerized by this
As the sun shines on those Tingle trees
And I watch this picture show
A feeling soft and beautiful
Within my heart does glow.

There has to be some power
In the heavens up above
Who keeps this sun a shining
He’s an artist filled with love
He has those special powers
To fill each soul with bliss
As his colours fill the Universe
When he the World does kiss.

26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs.


Written for the 'Beauty contest'


Details | Haiku | |

Bleeding Hearts

bleeding hearts
dangling flowers the night skies bedew
your rocklike petals shimmer





©RashanaKing2010


Details | Free verse | |

Maestro

we sit on a suspended rotten tree trunk hammock 
he tells me his worldly visions
and I silently watch as he the maestro
of his marvelous ideas that twist and contort like
verbal ballerinas
keeping in time to the rythym of his rapid delight of his words
spilling around like a greek fountain, and it is beautiful
The world will become drunk from the passion of his lips
and his mind works like a metradome patiently moving forward
he speaks of prophets
but what is a prophet other than an inspired man to bring forth inspiration
and a positive new direction to the waywardly blindfolded populations
Brainwashed from misinformation
I am awestruck in this moment, because here, where the river flows it's life saliva
and the fallen leaves float effortlessly to the ground
I realize that this is a moment, where a person has found peace within themselves.


Details | Rhyme | |

Earth Garden

A wonderful place,this earth is a garden
a playground for the earthchildren
with merry go-rounds for excitement  and fears,
A swing without restraints for those who dare,
a rusty bench for some to watch others and entertain,
flowers with fluorescent radiance of colors of life,
Sweet musky fragrance of the first pure rain,
chirp of birds, all genres of music it embeds,
the ever green cashmere carpet ,free for all to walk and rest,
Royal ceiling of blue and white,holding a shelter, the roof of our nest,
a small pond with clearest water, that never goes dry,
a hill  on the corner for those who dare to fly,
The garden is pure, its bounties can never get less
For those who are thankful,
for those who complain,
Its free for all,only a few can admire,all enjoy the earthgarden nevertheless.


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SIZE

Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .   
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me 

Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!   
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!

It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . .  amazing things can be achieved. 


Details | Verse | |

emotional beauty


emotional beauty

uneasy lies the head 
that wears the crown
no make up instead
your face never frown
if your lips turn red
you still not grown

beauty is the emotion
that emotionally connects you
to the spontaneous self
and you must have caution
for that emotion reflects you
to the simultaneous self

need not worry about beauty
but a beauty 
that's not on the booty
but that on the mind's duty
to think beyond the facial
and artificial beauty
an emotional beauty

why worry about your looks
did not you read in the books
of how beauty comes from within
and not by the looks? 
-

opn04112011/1322

***extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry.

>
It is important to personally analyse yourself from within. If you get so easily carried by what goes around; so shall it come back around your neck. Look at yourself carefully and try by all means to 'imagine' that person you think its you and see how different you are from yourself. Beauty is how capable are you of any situation to respond and react in a systemic psycho-analytic being and not from the physical appearances that are enhanced by scientifically modified chemics and cosmetics. Your personality is dependent on your mental freedom and mental situation analysis. < 
onalethuso petruss ntema

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotional-beauty/


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Journey into the Snowy Forest

Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time 
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with 
velvety laces    
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap through the shielded parapet gilding the frosty 
mantle with an iridescence
The distant peaks shrouded with the glow of satin evanescence
Following an unmarked, winding trail spurred on by an eery 
prescience
My unbridled senses discharged; my tempered spirit for the 
mysterious journey braces
A haunting stillness shadows my movements; stealthily my 
boundary encases  
Shuttered from the outside world and its vapid spaces
Where time is muted and nature's discordant rhythm races 
A pristine environment where tendrils caress, limbs bristle, the cold 
wind chases
A cloudy fondue swirls overhead and each spiralling steeple 
embraces
Squawking squirrels prance freely on the floor without leaving any 
traces
Bald eagles glide above the crenelated spires crowning the summit 
with their magestic graces
A maverick-cardinal's chirps funnel through the shrouded mist, 
temporarily the dreary damper effaces
A Snowy owl crests over the hollowed thickets scanning the tight 
nooks and crawl spaces 
White-tailed deer cautiously trek through covered thickets, matted 
fields which their camouflage erases
Filtering through the blustery labyrinth, an open field the rough 
terrain displaces
The broad meadow teaming with yesterday's cares my 
adventurous journey replaces
Looking longingly back on my charted path, my bridled heart the 
solitary life praises    
 
    

 
   


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Believe and Forgive

Introduction: Sometimes your life sinks down a little, 
And when it does try and fight for Islam and have faith in Allah, 
ask for His divine guidance, believe and respect everyone, 
don't hold any grudge against someone, 
forgive them and surrender completely to Allah
And believe in His graceful light.


Don't fall apart,
When light fades away
Look deep in your heart,
Allah will aid your way

Nothing feels wrong,
While nature sings song
Days go along,
Until we're gone

Don't deceive,
Just learn to heed
Do believe,
And you will forgive.


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Spring visits again

Rivers joyfully flow

Roses again bloom

Spring visits again!


Details | Free verse | |

The power, I have with nature in my hands

The wind is speaking to me, my ears are yours

The sky is painting the background, my eyes are open

The clouds are showing me the image, I must mesmerize

The stars are making sure, I see every shining light

The sun is heating my blood, so I may live another night

The moon is relaxing my soul, so I may breathe another day

The birds are singing in my ears, so my heart can beat another beat

The power I have with nature in my hands, forever last


Details | Haiku | |

Elated Sky

Heaven cascaded
Glorious captivation
Above solemn sea


Details | Ballad | |

Ballad of the Bouncing Self

At times I, like a butterfly,
May flit from bloom to bloom,
Or with my whimsy set sky-high
To outer space may zoom.
And yet, when all’s been said and done,
I follow what my fate has spun—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A Muse impels me on a spree
Of whirling swirling craft
Where poems must not mean but be…
Until I’m going daft.
But words, albeit finely wrought,
Can only catch a passing thought—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

When my reality looks pale
I frolic in a theme
From vivid myth, folklore or tale, 
Where dreams are what they seem.
And there where’er I romp and roam
I always feel a welcome home—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I’ve often fallen to the ground
And picked myself back up.
I’ve hungered for a loving touch
And sipped from passion’s cup.
My longings, cravings ruled my will;
Still never could I drink my fill—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A life led wrong, though full of song,
Will cause us to regret,
When pondering the winters long,
Our faults we can’t forget.
And then we’re washed in bitter tears
For senseless youth and wasted years—
As some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I said I want to live before
I die, in villanelle,
To learn where lies true wisdom’s door
And shun the gates to hell.
Yes, wayward ways can still begin
To seek and find the Way within—
For some may strive and not succeed,
While others simply do the deed.


– Harley White (July 4, 2014)


Details | Name | |

Heat Wave

Heat Wave

   Hot
   Everybody's
   At
   Temperature
 
   We
   Are
   Very
   Equipped
 
Heat Wave June 2012

















Details | Free verse | |

a spec on a screen

i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away,
two lips and a whisper changed a universe today,

patterns contort and minds tilt ajar,
my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art,


head in the clouds, where home isn't far,
seems ages away, knee deep in the stars,

i know not, the language,
i can not define,
but i know that its coming,
it's growing, it's mine.



Details | Rhyme | |

''My life In Color''

~To see the trees, turn Autumns' leaves.
Winters' white glare,from windows we stare.
Fresh flowers now in bloom.
Winds' savory scent~~a light perfume.
Burning warmth,toes flux in sand.
With every season designed by gods' hand~



for the ''Paint The World Contest''
7/16/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Haiku | |

Rearranging Nature

On the ocean floor

artefacts recovered for

jewellery lovers.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Expansion

Universal Expansion
stars are light machines
the energy created by the fuels they burn
bring forth the velocities which expand space
here in this realm, a sea of time

Maybe,
I am no scientist you see
but yes it seems:

Gravity, a point in time
it requires a relative amount of energy
to move it fast or slow
time the density of space
it's resistance determines the flow
as the stars burn the fuels that bring forth the light
who's velocity expands the unverse by pulling time
staight out of the emensly dense gravity of nothingness
that is a black hole
and the light and the holes are standing still
while time expands
into three diminsional bands
that bare record of all things within

Foils of time fly by
points sheared capture flight
creating the atoms, molecules and chains of things
even things that come alive
they are infused by the will of our father
who gives freely his spirit of life
then these things live until their time
Yes,he wants to raise up children
he wants to multiply
in our end we'll have to give an account
of what we did and why
we abuse his gift until we die
so repent while your still alive
repent or run and hide
from the grace and beauty of all creation
that magnifies and glorifies his name forever more
Oh the fear
the fear of knocking on forevers door
love children love
then love some more
so that you might learn to love
forever more
forever more
it is a great responsability
to be a child of the Lord
so love children love
love forever more
then love some more


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Life-Haiku

Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way


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"


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Beauty in the Night

It shone its rays on the lake,
making its reflection visible, together with the stars.

The lake's skin looked like a divine gate
to the heavens; where gods glow radiantly.

I was so lost in the wonder that I almost drowned myself
in the moonlight, with the illusion that the deep lake 
had become a clear, night sky.


Details | Ballade | |

As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


Details | Rhyme | |

Monet's Garden

I’ve been privileged ‘cause I’ve seen
The paintings of Monet.
One museum near my house
Has many on display.

The gardens of Monet provided
So much inspiration,
His palette came from Nature
More than his imagination.

I never knew how true that was
Until I paid a visit
To Monet’s garden, re-created,
Looking most exquisite.

The experts horticultural
Of New York’s main Botanical
Did such a bang-up job I’m sure
Their research was fanatical.

The water lily ponds are filled
With plants as flat as platters
And such purple-petaled flowers
Standing next to them just flatters.

There’s a copy of the famous bridge
From Monet’s house in France
And surrounding it, a swirl of blooms
The colors of romance.

A vacation to Giverny
Isn’t something I have planned,
But the New York imitation
Made me start to understand

That the genius of Monet was more
Than paintings that enchanted;
For the magic he created
Was inspired by what he planted.

(written after visiting The New York Botanical Garden’s exhibit)


Details | Narrative | |

Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


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Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


Details | Haiku | |

A Rain Of Orange

Autumn's rain is here,
expect the orange flooding...
for us to enjoy.


Details | Haiku | |

Lady of the Moon

Exquisite beauty
Wrought in pearls and fine silver
Bathing in soft light.


Details | ABC | |

Camouflage

Army suits they wore at war.
Butterflies flying at the bar.
Change their colors like cheetahs and cats.
Dark comes i'm scared of bats.
Easy for them on hide and seek.
Find them not, i'm getting weak.
Giant trees you see in the forest.
Hidden with dangerous beast. 
Iguana and giraffe are endangered species.
Jaguars are strong can't torn them into pieces.
King of animals they are lions.
Like leopards they are union.
Makes me sick, makes me confuse.
Nothing i can do makes me anxious.
On that wall a beautiful woman.
Pink and silver she's holding a fan.
Queen Elizabeth looks not for me.
Reminiscence of Helen is what i see.
Teary eyes, you can't refuse.
Unidentified, i'm confuse.
Very concealing but amazing.
With your color so exaggerating.
Xenon is weakly interacting.
You beautiful creatures get some rest. 
zebras and tigers are the best.


Details | Haiku | |

fallen art

Trees crowded nude
Take bows on colored carpets
Autumn  shown and shed 


(This sat for a while with too many syllables
Haiku is an artful task
Like wine better aged)


Details | Free verse | |

Musical Entities

At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music


Details | Classicism | |

Her Jodhpur oneirisms (Jodhpur is a city of Rajasthan, India)

(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s ires and raced against entelechies.
She brought with her those memories,
At once she wailed and bemused she smiled
She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes. 
Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues
She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days.

Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky
Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly.
There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae
Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie. 
Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality
Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society. 
The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine
Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by.

Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship 
A walkover by the Balasammand lake
One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery.
The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours,
She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas.
Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples
She sketched her agone days with those prayers
Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone. 

Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips
Becharmed by the Forts and palaces,
The bygone era still reminds the battles fought
Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon. 
Lost by these memories colorful
She vivified in her vignettes
She brought up herself with the city
And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City.


Dated: 16/01/2010
Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni 


Details | Ballade | |

By the river, taking photo's

By the river taking photos

Walking along a river trail
That’s what I love to do
Surrounded by rich leafy trees
While sky is deep, deep blue
And the sun is shining nice and soft
The weather kind of cool
With camera hung around my neck
Oh lord’ it’s wonderful.

Every time I see a scene
That I want to portray
I stop and take the camera out
View the scene in every way
And when I see the perfect view
I click, and click again
Then when I put them on computer
And that’s where they’ll remain

Sixteen thousand pictures now
 I have on my machine
I’m an addict when it comes to this
It makes me feel serene
To look at all those photographs
Of nature at it’s best
Next to walking by the river
That’s when I’m happiest

6 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


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A Cinderella Story

She cant express herself
they push her away
they lock her up inside her own mind
if you look throught the hole you will see
the depression shes in

Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me

You wanna take away everything
you just left her alone
tell me it aint so
tell me you wont leave her in there forever
tell me you will let her out to be free and happy

Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me

The new game you wanna play
it wont work
you beat her to the ground
her mind has become her home
theres no escape

She walks alone
her mind has become her home
see what your missing
she runs away but shes not allowed
now its your turn to be locked up

Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me

there is nothing left
there is nothing left
Nothing!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Moon, My Ocean

Your Moon, My Ocean
 Should I compare your love to the ocean?
 One heart beating with such fluid motion,
 with such smooth waves flowing from the sea.
 Their white trickling foam washing over me.
 Till your soft currents drag me out to you,
 floating peacefully on soft shades of blue.
 But if you're my ocean than I'll be your moon,
 Looking down from the sky bright at night's noon.
 With my heart beating strong to give you light,
 Till the sun comes to bring an end to night.
 Though that's the moment most precious of all,
 cause as the sun rises, I get to fall,
 fall towards my ocean till our lips meet!
 My Sea, falling in love has been so sweet
 CMS


Details | I do not know? | |

Live

A butterfly's life is not much different then ours; their lives go through stages and peaks that they must reach. But, if you watch them closely there's alot a butterfly can teach. unlike some of us,they have courage..... the courage to fulfill who they were meant to be; that transformation from learning how to walk, to knowing that god has giving them the ability, the strength,and confidance to fly! Not only do they fly but they fly with elegance,beauty, and wisdom of the unlimited journey that life brings.


Details | Haiku | |

Three

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cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

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Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

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

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I See White

Pavements covered white
children under the night sky
plays with those small dots


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Nature's Window

stain glass window autumn leaves red and gold filter sunlight


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Natures Lace

autumn morning silken web of fragile thread spider weaves


Details | Free verse | |

Hope

The quagmire of the heart has many gems in mud:
Crocus, water lilies, and the mineral of blood
Life and faith for a better day
When we shall say again everything is good. 
Love ever adorns the twinkle of the stars,
And all things are possible because we believe
Though seasons change and the heart deceives.
Earth wears our love like a cloak
And we walk naked in the mirage of light
Two strangers passing through each other
Oblivious to the tiger I keep out of sight.

But O the citadels that poets here write
Makes a man want to stay forever
With one log to mesmerize the tiger tonight -
Spring is a new poem everywhere
Making us older with passing time
From naked trees spring grows fresh again
And this eternity in our hearts will not fade
The hill hides eternity over the glade.
O hear me, the tiger is only an enemy of the eye
Truth is the sunshine of the soul
Hope epitomize in the brevity of truth flies like a swan,
One feather is all I need for wings.


Details | Rhyme | |

THINK OF MAY AS A WONDERFUL MONTH

Think of May as a wonderful month, never rude,
bringing beautiful days with warm showers...
to make beach goers wrap themselves in towels,
then the hottest sun will break through!


Why do we love this month that makes everyone fantasize?
Is it the new flowers, or Mother's Day itself?
We agree, its the last one I mentioned with great surprise...
wanting to honor the one we all love to death!


And as I am talking about this special event, which is of a specific sort,
you wouldn't forget to give her a little sweet something
that she likes: from a single flower, or paper heart to a chocolate torte;
many more you can find: like puppets that dance and sing!


Think of May as a wonderful month when imagination is wild and free to err,
and the desire to escape is not limited to sea, sky or a far-away friend;
it can reach, quicker than any whispered prayer, the loneliest heart so afraid,
but ready to embrace mom's heart despite the love one has denied her! 



Entered in Carol Brown's contest,
" Memories Of May "
Written by Andrew Crisci


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Sensational touch

When i step on to the wet grass...
with my bare feet,
i feel its warmth...
a sensation too sweet.
Stamping the droplets of dew,
my heart sings out with glee.
I stretch out my arms,
and dream just to be free.....

A step forward i take...
to feel the beauty so rare.
I feel the sun rays closing my eyes,
n stopping me to feel its glare.
It gave me such a warmth in that cold winter day,
oh heavenly!!! is all that i could say..
It made the earth as gold, to shine,
i was glad that all that was mine.

As i turned around....
i saw the nature at its best.
It was filled with magnificent beauties...
pink n yellow daisies...white n blue lilies.
It gave me such a joy in my heart,
i thought that i am so lucky to be a part.
A fragrance so fresh n rare,
so holy that i could always be there.

When i gazed toward the sky,
i wished that like the birds i could fly.
no boundaries n no limits.....
just me... flying high and high.
They filled the sky with their chirping, 
so divine, as a melancholy they could sing.
As the sun fell to dusk...
each one found their way to home.

Such is the nature honey!
with so much of beauty and charm.
It fills our heart with joy...
only happiness it gives... no harm.
I like to worship you oh lord,
like to thank you for this scenic beauty.
I promise to save this unconditional gift,
and to protect it, will be my duty.

 


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The Master Artist

Vincent, we adore your Starry Night,
Illuminant to the inner being,
Undercurrents of celestial, 
Brilliant and intriguing. 

Dali, we love your vision,
Etching with great precision,
Alive with startling surrealism,
Reflecting human indecision.

Monet, you paint dreams,
E’ry bouquet picturesque,
Midday, sunrise, sunset,
Ballet dancers stretch and arabesque.

But God, You always take the cake,
Your work they only imitate,
Reprints of all You create,
E'ry shore, mountain, and snowflake. 

April 2, 2014
Form: Cross Lento


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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Brand New Day

Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don't...it's the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.


Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged

Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret

Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life

One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile

A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.


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Somewhere in Africa

(Tribute to the movie “Out of Africa”)

I gave my heart to Africa…
There, on a farm,
In those vast green plains,
With coffee perfume in 
The crispy air…
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the gazelle dance
In the sweaty breeze,
Grazing and jumping and kicking
Right into the lions’ claws…
I lived in the very soul of Africa…
Where the giraffes reach 
High above the stars
And the moon lay
Carelessly on her back,
Watching over the savannah. 
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the jungle would
Sing its song for the 
Prudent bush-hunters.
Where buffalo and wildebeests
 Cross the blue
Into the waters, giving themselves
To the ancient crocks…
I left my heart in Africa…
And now she sings a song of me,
The air shivers with the colors 
That I had on,
And children play in the fields,
Looked over by the eagles
That once soared for me…


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


Details | Tanka | |

Wonderous heart

Wondrous heart

In even cosmos,
Diamond and gold get glow,
Like knowledge to souls.
Breathing through debris in slush,
Opt for gems with wondrous heart.

30/3/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh My

Oh my your just the guy I been 
dreaming for

That one day you would sweep 
me 
off my feet and I would hit the 
ground

Look all around me I'm loosing 
my 
mind your so fine as wine your 
blowing me all over the place

Just like a knock out T-K-O I go 
down and back up again still

Wanting your sudection and 
your 
motived moods


Details | Blank verse | |

Teach Me to Breathe

Life is too short to ignore one moment;
Blink once, and you'll come to its end.
Every second deserves to be cherished,
No matter the emotion or plot.

So I have asked the Wind to teach me
How to sing and sigh and breathe,
That every time I take a breath,
It is done with purpose and thought.

I have asked the Clouds to teach me
How to walk with power and grace,
That when I take a step, I'll glide
Whether I run, or walk, or trot.

I have asked the Storms to teach me
How to savor my beating heart,
That it will beat with the force of thunder
Just as the heart of a mighty lover ought.

I have asked the Reeds to teach me
How to whisper my every idea,
That everything will be considered
And leave nothing to be sought.

Such strange things to request,
Yet I have been taught well.
May these things be known and remembered,
Whether I am or not.


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THE ART OF LIFE

Written: December 24, 1978
Spun: Jun 16, 2012


THE ART OF LIFE Oh thank Thee for this beauty Which so graciously surrounds me With the colors of this earth That were here before my birth All man kind seem to neglect The art within this world The everlasting gift of creation Which to us all unfurled From the step that is with time Does your life with you unwind And when hue-less is the west, so pure And who can paint like nature With the shades of natural beauty We were born with a birthstone Therefore when a particle of matter Begins to exist, it is THE ART OF CREATION Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Lost Time

Cold commercial relics of industrial production;
As if production could harness the complex origin of pre-classic contemporaries.
Master’s of earthly arts and masonry,
Their blood and fears culminating in celestial creations of historic proportions;
Over vastly constricting landscapes.

I send phalanges of lost connection,
Deep past the ordinary boundaries of normal paths.
The sandy soil nourishes my calloused souls.
At night it soothes and refreshes the canyons between cracked and missing digits.

Frogs echo through the expansive night sky.
Resonating between the stars, and returning in an extremely complex yet simple pattern, 
their message is sent.
Louder with each chirp and bellow, subtle patterns illuminate the differences in each response.

The spring has come.  
Time to refresh the foot’s connection with continual movement.
Let your bellow dig deep to the soil of space’s horizons,
And return rooted in the rhythm of earth’s timing.


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A Shooting Star...

A shooting star, sweet love of mine,
May travel skies so deep and blue,
But touch me not like hands of thine,
Caress me now if love were true.

Pick me a rose of petals white,
So sweet a kiss its velvet give,
Dear, love me kind throughout the night,
Still whisper soft, the trees they live.

Oh, dancing grasses’ graceful gift,
So soft a bed in breeze and scent,
One deepened breath, earth’s spirits lift,
Our secret’s kept with wise intent.

Caress me love if love were true,
And touch me with great hands of thine,
I’ll soar through space alongside you,
A shooting star, sweet love of mine.


Details | Haiku | |

Sublime Haikus

The sky looks so blue 
A tear in my eye you see 
How precious it is 

The water looks so calm 
A flow goes deep in my mind 
Calm I am with it 

Season summer fades 
Autumn brown leaves fall 
My heart falls with it 

Winter filled with snow 
Coldness resembles something 
His heart is the same 

My heart fills with glee 
My tears gone and all dried up 
To my love nature


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The Stars Die

Fifty-thousand stars died last night.
Painting a beautiful picture,
(with an absurd haunting allure)
on an abandoned sandy site.

Swept up in a sharp, vicious storm,
celestial corpses to be found,
their lives absorbed into the ground.
Genocide given an art form. 


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





Details | Haiku | |

Natures Serenity

Woodlands freedom cast
Glorious delivery
Upon this mid day


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Through Cobwebs And Dust

I climbed the aging stairs to the quaint room of lavender and dream through decrepit cobwebs and blackened dust I began to search in a pressing need For, in this room of distant memories my heart cried out to relive a time, a place of beauty abound where gracious words I embraced I pulled the age old book from a forgotten box of yesteryear with cracked leather and auburn pages  I could taste the innocence of youth  I began to read the story of a boy's adventure at the mere age of eight a story of the Monarch Butterfly  and the flight of freedom's gate I peered from the small window past  the aging pane and dust I cleared the webs of silk and I began to dream of love I leaped in heavy breath and ran toward the lake where, I met a wondrous Monarch and in flight he took me away Upward past the clouds fluttering amid heavens gate for a moment I lived eternity in ethereal colors I was draped We paused and circled one last time then headed back to the lake he laid me down in emerald grass as my eyes slowly waked Within my spirit a song rang out and the soft wind touched my face I pulled the curtain and brushed the sill and headed downstairs in grace For, in one moment, I did dare dream a place, a flight......I did believe........ ______________________________________ Contest Cobwebs And Dust Date-03/13/12


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Tropical world

Green moss glass vase
Carbon, dirt sprigs of berries
A terrarium


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The Summer Breeze

One thing is certain about summer
It never last forever
Be that it may sometimes be a bummer
You will always remember the weather

The ocean breaths 
As you sometimes hear
Through the summer breeze
And the starry nights are clear.

Sweat and games are ever more real
With a summer breeze
It’s the coolness you feel
Which provokes a peace?

For it’s the memories you’ll steal!


Details | Free verse | |

Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe


Details | Sedoka | |

March on

Simplicity rides,
Reflections whisper welcomes,
New terrains to voyage through,
Melted meadows chant
To the beat of hasty streams,
Beams of light dazzle the way.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 2-26-12
Contest:A Lil' Bit of Aus


Details | Free verse | |

Flight of the Fireflies

The flight perchance of fireflies 
upon their wings at midnight, 
Flicking golden sparks of light 
Under stars and moon bright 

Fly with me my darling one 
into the stars that hide the sun, 
sing me lullabies to sleep 
your hand unto my heart I'll keep, 

For love resides within the flight 
of butterflies and fireflies, 
Upon the unicorn with wings 
I'll ride with you while angels sing, 

Wings that flicker warming rays 
while stardust circles in a haze. 
See them sparkle, glitz and shine 
Into your eyes forever mine, 

In radiance they dash and flit 
Upon the frothy clouds we sit, 
Your hand in mine and mine in your's 
Glimmered on my cheeks are tears, 

Please don't cry my angel heart 
From flight of stars we shall not part, 
Spirits twinkle 'round our heads 
the moonbeams brilliant on our bed, 

This gift we share so rare and true 
The clouds will write out I Love You, 
With panache the fireflies..... 
dance within my loving eyes. 



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TEARS OF THE MOON

TEARS OF THE MOON

Does the moon cry, in it's isolation in the sky,
Within it's rays of illuminations, do tears slide,
Ever tenderly landing upon the earth below,
Just so softly to touch another kindred spirit,
That spins within this immense universe.
Are it's lunar moonbeams, it's way to make
Contact from the heavens above, this solar
Giant, left all alone, devoid of life.
Here on this blue planet, no each of it is 
Without some form of life, does it maybe
Envy this world of ours.
Light to shine, in it's brilliance does it truly
Not realize how much it matters to us, this opal
Jewel that hangs above us.
I see the moon, and the moon sees me, but without
It's ethereal glow, what a dark world this would be,
Yes we'd have the stars, that hang amongst the distant
Heavens, but I'd miss that old man moon, wouldn't you.
Tonight I'll dream bathed in it's lunar essence, a child of
Light blessed with it's orbiting presence, and smile.

08-11-2014


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Open Skies

Constant motion,

Stumbling through the dense haze,
Oblivious to the magnificence all around,

Discontinue this unnecessary commotion, 

Grow past this phase,

Rediscover the beauty nature has hidden to be found.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Springtime Dawn

Early I came alive this spring morning,
Shorter was last night, I realize 
Gone were those hours of darkness
It’s time for the novice to arise

Looked on the nature with panoramic view
Spread was the greenery around,
In the palms of picturesque mist 
The season of spring could be found

Rambled alone along the street,
 Vacant was the boulevard
The silence of human kind,
Invoked in me a fanatical bard

Impaled by a ray of sun,
The universe was set to brighten
And in the universe of me,
Was set the soul to lighten



Details | Sonnet | |

Earth Mother

Ode to the Earth, magnificent curved You 
green seas, fresh turn each day, warmed from afar
by a star, blazing her heart out, for You
Her rays penetrate the cosmos, with ease
heating Your sod, encouraging new life
You turn, epic, majestic, our Mother  
natural in all You do, gorgeous You
the Moon swells Your oceans, circulating  
liquified animation, deep blue sea
feathered flocks fill Your clouds, riding thermals
glorious happenings, land, water, skies 
the lucky few: limited time with You
evolution, birth, a wondrous gift
how do we tell our heart we must depart


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


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On A Detail In A François Boucher Painting

Poems ascend in luminous sapphire skies 
As prettily as any Boucher dove
In flight eternal.  The artist's strokes devise
Each beauteous form to represent great love.
How many shades of light, how many hues
Playfully linger on each feathery wing?
Such subtle shadows!  Gentle tones infuse
The senses, sweetly prompt the soul to sing.
Cherubs frolic, blissful, plump and pink,
Companions to each poem or lovely bird,
Painted in Master's oils, or pen and ink,
They celebrate that now their song is heard.
Once seen, once read, no one can rend asunder
These artefacts portraying Nature's wonder.


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Terrarium

A forest behind a glass
earth and green shades
blended to be artfully pleasing

Moss, lichens, and a twig
composed with a splash of color


Details | Free verse | |

Scent Of A Korean Tea

See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that 
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing 
You, every night and day

You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out 
These words of mine 
My arts, from the heart

You told me 
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you 
To ask the birds
How to fly

I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon 
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language
 


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Shyness time

time in time on time
second by second over high noon
our spring to spring of moon


Details | Rhyme | |

Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.




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BEAUTY OF NATURE

      AUTHOR-religare231                            

                                               BEAUTY OF NATURE


A JOURNEY MEANT FOR CLOUDS ....................It's up to you to decide........... 

waking up one fine day hoping to catch a new breath of life 
i see the crimson lights flashing in my face, 
the flowers that bloom fill my heart with happiness, 
there's nothing more that i need to satisfy my desires 

i wonder why this lifeless clouds hover about me 
are they a sign of the things to come, i shall never know 
for i am here all by myself hoping to find someone to show me the way to my heart 

i can feel you in my dreams, i live in your thoughts all the time 
it's amazing how this breeze takes me back into your soul 
i can be anything you want, be it a person or a thing you adore 
i always stay by your side, like a shadow 
protecting you from these gleams that block your way 
some people call me the devilish dwarf because of my nature 
but who am i, that's something only you can decide 
you are my guide and i just follow the path that has been laid before me 


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The Widows Hour

I.
A black widow hides
the hour’s count, in a painted
red glass, on the underside 
of her belly.

II.
Unlike a snow white kitten,
the hard shiny black widow
receives not one loving caress.

III.
In the pale moonlight the black widow spins a silver web.
It created a growing and binding spell-like enchantment.

IV.
A man and a woman
are dancing through time.
A man and a woman and a black widow
are dancing through time.

V.
I do not know which I prefer,
Us making love by a sizzling fire
Or us making love on the cold wet sand,
the black widow scurrying across the beach
Or the moment we met.

VI.
A web repaired a broken window
with finely spun silk.
The shadow of the black widow
remains hidden from view.
The silence
hanging in the web
spoke a thousand words.

VII.
Descendants of Adam,
Why do you fear this little spider so?
Do you not see how the black widow
splashes and plays in her bath
as naturally as the child within you?

VIII.
I know that I know nothing
and I remember everything all at once;
I know, as well,
that the black widow does not worry
about what I know.

IX.
Dark spaces harbor the black widow.
Shake out your shoes,
shirts, and jackets after they’ve been on the floor.

X.
The black widow’s shadow
encloses the stars like an eclipse,
even I cannot overlook a
cosmic event as rare as this.

XI.
She walked across the Nile
in crystal slippers.
Escaping, she never looked back
over her ivory shoulder,
the black widow’s shrill song flies
through the wind and echoes on the water.

XII.
Grains of sand are filling the glass slowly.
The black widow must be endlessly dreaming.

XIII.
The sun beat down while it rained.
I was not moving
and I was not going to move.
In the peak of the thirteenth hour
the black widow traced circles,
after kissing me lightly on the 
back of my hand.


Details | I do not know? | |

World

I see all of the darkness and all of the light
They can crash and collude, but blood-red is the night
I see all of the stars as they were meant to be
I can look to the past, million moments to see
In the thousands of years, in the thousands of lights
In the billions of specks that still make up the night
So a thousand thousand nothings seep their way into our hearts
And the chaos of reality complacently takes part

Lo!
A grand design composed of all I give to take away
Be one, be all, be lost and fall from your own frigid fray

Sensation scrambles to deny
Emotions still will empathize
Perceptions still perceive the night
The absence, inmost, in the light

The end begins
And I am forced to concede
That all I ever knew was but a dream:
A butterfly, mechanic, flitting over what the truth can never perceive
Imagination, chaos, dream and then we know that surely, were we only but to know
Then there would end the will that has made all of mankind so
Free.

The lies can lead to what we knew
The loves can bleed to what we knew
The hearts can heave in what we knew
But I am free, and I am new


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Untitled #340 / Colored pencils

Colored pencils in an artist’s even hand
sketch rolling fields of wavy grass
sprouting from the barren plain
of barren pages.
Now she reaches for Burnt Sienna.


Details | Rhyme | |

Drive

Riding along the open road
as it bends, rises, and falls
Watching the wind push fields of grass
back and forth from short to tall

I watched a bird 
paint the top of a tree green
He injected colors with his beak
Just like a needle
connects dope to a fiend

My eyes now scanning the panorama
from up and down
to left and right
The clouds pulsating like a heartbeat
as they carousel around the broken sunlight


Details | Free verse | |

Silk Castle

I live in a house, 
A house that’s made of silk.
Blue and violet,
The color of my silky sheets.
On a strong winters day,
The wind was unforgiving.
My house and all its contents were slowly blown away.

The smooth silk roof and my lush silk floor,
Were the first removed my precious kingdom.
I had a dog named Silky,
And soon he was stolen too.
Bit by bit, silk pieces left my house.
I watched them blow away from me to a foreign place.

The wind subsided, and I was very relieved.
My silk crypt that I called home, is now a deserted island.
A memory is all my castle is, because only I remain.
Maybe on a different day,
I’ll build my silk fortress again.


Details | Light Poetry | |

''SPRING SYMPHONY''

~Weather thy senses anew.
Bring now an enticed breathe.
I lavish in cherry blossom blooms.
Hills of bleeding hearts vow such sensual sweetness.
Speak thou soft field.
Corral Bells flourish in sun kissed light.
The wind carries orchid petals through my unobtainable fingers.
In thus,such a glorious day brushed by a natural love.
Shall my visions of gilded yarrow emerge.~


for the Where Have All The Flowers Gone poetry contest~
4/15/2012
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


Details | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Lyric | |

To Have A Rainbow

I need you, like I need the sunlight.
I want you, like I want for spring.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s you’re my everything,
Wonderful. Colorful.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.

I need you, like I need the daybreak.
I want you, like I want for love.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s that you rise above,
Majesty…Symmetry.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.

You and me,
Faultlessly,
Wandering like the wind,
Playing in the tempered sky.
Breezily. Merrily.
We laugh the laugh of three,
Whenever rain-clouds pass us by.

I need you, like I need the moonlight.
I want you, like I want for fall.
You’re deep inside my heart for a reason.
The reason’s that you’ve got it all.
Easy-street, can’t compete.
It feels so good to me.
So good to me, to have a rainbow.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Addicted

My life has dumps and learning experience
and pain but 
I had grown to understand that 
                             this is not the end
I feel that I answer a question 
that's been bothing me for so
                                     long
now my life is smooth 
and almost all
right
now I have 
to heal this 
feeling that

spreads poison inside
bring back that power
 
and marvelous feelings 
that I once had for
                    me love stills a beautiful thing
its not hormlous its lovelous with addiction still
at harmful recovery 

body so a mude to the actions you
serve 

my thinking is you
and my body craved for
you my lips less tasteful
my heart is fighting every man that come close
 to the heart I shared with you
bring back you give me back what I need and thats 
you that keep my soul, world and life alive


Details | Free verse | |

Green and Blue

Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat


Details | Rhyme | |

CANVAS

Before my eyes brilliant colour perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction
The world of trees the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.

The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see

Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put down
Bright and vibrant maple red and golden oak
Living breathing with every brush stroke.


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Course of Nature

Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way…


In dark sparkles blink
In patterns scattered through the sky
Gone with a stormy wink


Details | Light Poetry | |

trees are shinning

trees are shinning 
trees are mine 

all past diplomas cannot describ my mind 
because i am now holding nature with it"s sound 

i became the trees owner 
and seas ruler 

give me a try , i love you sky 
let me express you in words of mine 

 but  it  is coming now 
GOD took from me the beauty of lie 

i am not an owner 
i am not a ruler 

i am just a human who loves nature
so i said what i have said  

i love flowers , i love it"s smell
i have seen many lovers , talking about them

they were right 
once again , i am a liar 

but what can i make 
i am trees and flowers lover 

i love you natural flowers 
and lovely air going on fresh farmers 


moon ,are you always white
 because you have light 

with this light you are white 
i wish to have a face like your"s ,what that sounds?

thank GOD for boons 
and for rains and clouds 

 donot be sad people 
sad with all this light ?just laught and have funny sound


with all this nights, with all this natural kinds
with nature side
 


Details | Free verse | |

The Rock-Garden

Come with me, to where the river-water
Snakes around and through the rocks,
Lit by the sun,

To where the rushing stream
Cools hot, tired feet
 Where  all noise is stemmed by the stones.

Join me in this world 
Of grey and green and blue
Where the old river sings its tunes;

Its hymns of hidden springs,
Its ballads of the valley,
Its memories of folks old and new,

And I'll tell you of the river-men
In their earthy dress,
Grinding meal and weaving reeds and singing all the while.

Of the hidden tomb,
Where a robber laid his tired mount to rest,
And of the cryptic tracks in the muck, which we'll try to guess.

The birds will entertain us,
With their piping discourse,
And we'll be soothed by the smell of sage on the breeze,

Borne down from the high hills,
Where tenacious climbers labor up steep paths,
Chasing a view spread before them like a living map.

But this struggle is not for us today,
The day is far too clear and warm.
We'll rest by the river , our bodies cooled by boulder and breeze.

We'll pass an afternoon in the garden of God,
Stealing a slice of the halcyon world,
Before the Fallen Star's meddling lies.

We'll lie there, you and I,
Surrounded by the sweetest sounds, the choicest sights,
Time will be irrelevant, and the sun will be our clock.

And as the day ends,
We'll walk arm-in-arm back down the road,
Our warmth staving off the dusky chill,

As we return to the dead land of automata,
The grinding cycle of mammon,
And the vain, callous masses numb to nature's perfection.

So come with me then,
While the summer and our youth last,
Let's be prisoners no more.


Details | Free verse | |

WIND MILLS

 In the land of  glacial fjords, amongst the evergreen
Valley's lush and beautiful, an ancient dutch windmill
Stands, as a timeless testament to the relics of man.
A spinning wheel, turning swiftly as sails capture
The winds embrace, white vanes rotating in the breeze,
Spreading their wings of eloquence, as canvas
Blades slicing the air with perfections precision.
Cogs, cut into well oiled gears, a mechanism
Of turbines mechanical engineering, seamlessly,
Flawlessly, exquisiteness by definitions design.
It makes a picture perfect postcard, lying in a
Paradises garden, known as the Netherlands.
Widespread appendages unfurling tasting the
Mountain's breath, as it flows downwards in
Currents cascades, from freedoms wild
Lands beyond.
In the meadows glen, a green carpet spreads forth,
Filled with variations of wild flowers, bursting the
Color pallets array.
Behold the charming display, splendor's magnificence,
Hidden within this alpine wilderness, untouched by
The modern hands of man.
A cottage tower, with veils of sails, grasping at
The wind, it almost seems as if a living thing,
Wishes to be set free to soar, unto the heights
Vast divides.
Rotations vertical energy, hypnotizing the human
Imagination, to witness it's earthen shackles to be
Released, creating a creature of flights exhilaration,
Behold to the pondering spirit, it does so live.
A gliding spiritual wanderer, weaving between
White clouds of heavens misty powder.
Awaken dreamer, to reality's soft whispering, it
Is only a phantom illusion, set at wings ascension.
Oh but for that one moment it lives, within the
Momentary realm of the imagination.
Here in the charming kingdom of the Netherlands,
Innocence’s child lies dreaming, beneath a clear
Mountain's sky and ponders carelessly, as the wind mill
Creeks, and spins nearby.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Free verse | |

Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Seasons

I dream of a world
Where all the four seasons mingled in harmony:
The summer sun casts its fire upon us
In which its warm and glow shone with hope in our hearts
Pushes us to the limit
And entangled us with its passionate ember

The winter breeze casts its spell upon us
Blowing the cold air like prancing fairies
Reaching up to the mountain alps
Climbing with ease, trotting the icy pathway
Sacrificed by love, the wind moves on and on

The autumn leaves fall in agony
Sob in its very own tears
Chained with painful memories
Its spirit flew away
Its life trap in perpetual misery

The colorful spring came along
With music and parade behind its tail
The flowers sing the song of harmony
The river flows away the misery
The calm wind blows with nature's love
The sun shines down hope into our hearts


Details | Rhyme | |

Desert Oasis A Coachella Valley Trilogy

Oasis at noon

What a wonderous quiet place it is
the heart of a palm oasis
skirted trees stand guard about
keeping dusty heat without
holding shaded cool within

a small breeze sneaks past a frond
dancing in ripples across the pond
am I intruder, am I part
I wander and wonder in my heart.
as I penetrate deeper in.

Oasis at sunset

Guardian against sunset
the ancient palm stands
resting in drifting sands

Beneath whispering fronds
cicadas begin to sing
brown bats take wing

Firey clouds, cooling breeze
evening deepens, night decends
Oasis awakens, day ends

Oasis at Dawn

Darkling shadows intertwine
With the sprinklings of the moon
Every night paints a new design
That smooths across like puddled wine
Evaporating just as soon

With pallette of rainbowed hue
The sun splashes the eastern sky
Painting over the shadow's blue
Which however remains in view
Absorbing the more brilliant dye


Details | Personification | |

Carpe Diem

Dropped to my knees
I’d fled their cell
of murmured spite
Among the trees
Emotions fell
From dizzying hights

The soft wind kissed
Tears off of my cheeks
Made puppets of leaves
On stages of mist
And cloudy peaks
I stole back my heart  from thieves

To you wide windy world
My heart belongs
None could my skin so gently trace
Nor sing such sweet songs,
As you, and you so softly me enfurled
Yet where are you for my embrace? 


Details | Epic | |

I found a friend me

I found a friend in me where I can shut down and disappear 

Where I go some where and hide,talk out all my fears I hold 
inside   

When nobody understands me but myself I believe that they 
will never

But like I said the frist time I found a friend in me someone 
I can cry around and speak out loud 

Always be myself around love the person I'm now and never 
question the person I was years ago I found a friend in me

Without taking any risk it will pull me there anything I have 
to face and never disappear when the heat gets higher 
to100degress

I found a friend in me I love the woman I grown to be


Details | Free verse | |

The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows




Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

Scent of flowers entice my senses;
all I see around me is beauty and divinity
that represents the face of Mother Nature......


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
 
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
 
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
 
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
 
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
 
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
 
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
 
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
 
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
 
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hues to Blues

     Its perfect here.
     I love it.
     Here...Peace and serenity fill and warm my heart.
     Out here...Its like Im someone else.
     Its so calm.
     Its a place where I can finally find myself.
         That was before.
         This is after.
     Here it was green and every hue you could imagine.
     Now...Its black and ash.
     You knew I loved it so you took it.
     You took it from me.
     I've lost it.
     I've lost myself.
     You took this cluster of nature from me.
     And with it you took a peice of me.
     With or without you,
     I'm stronger.
     Although its nothing,
     but black ash and smoke,
     I still love it here.
     I will come here
     and loose myself as I did before,
     Even though it is after.
     


Details | Free verse | |

when that ocean was cut into five

as the waters split into pieces
and the land formed itself
the day went longer than
than the sky, and deeper
than the sea
its form was
shaped it broke
F R E E
escaped 
as it fell lower
than the sea floor
but higher
than even the sky
the ocean was split
into five.


Details | Haiku | |

Red Blossoms

even red blossoms can bloom from a barren tree nothing is impossible


Details | Free verse | |

Almost all washed out

You see clouds that is the outside
But the sunshine my heart has bled
onto the stormy canvas of the insides,
the rays of yellows and paintings, red 
from day to day
These are cleansed and erased
from turmoil and sorrows
by the memories of fears relived
It always manages to get in the way
I’ve swallowed many tears over the years
But soon the stage will be set
For if the backdrop becomes too soggy
or the wipers too worn out and groggy
There will be nothing left 
to stop my night from turning ‘to day
My soul will shine and break free
That’s why every night before I sleep
I watch weather forecasts and dream
Of singing ‘bout promise in the ears of liberty
I just can’t wait 
for what tomorrow might bring 


Details | Ballad | |

La lumière des étoiles d'ambre-

For years I had desired to 
write a thing of beauty, 
yet beauty, as always, escaped me… 
for beauty as I found through 
experience and misery, 
is merely the plaything of the beautiful: 
the acrimonious agent 
of their delicate deceit,
invoked:
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”
unattainable to all, reluctantly fey, 
betrayed by our delusion 
and indefinable inertia,
invoked:
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”


Details | I do not know? | |

An Old Railway Line

In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.

Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this death chamber
Not in use for centuries
Neither I can blink my eyes
Nor breathe my breath

Asleep is the fireplace
With only ashes
Decomposed in wetted firewood
Neither the wisp of fire
Nor the glow of flame.

Rusty hinges on the door
Perforated by rust
Through which holes
Smirk the gloomy bored moon
Seeking shelter for a night
A moment of unpleasant and discontent
Moans like a wild beast

Severe wounds
In inner of the minds
Moans like a cry of spasm
By unwilling sexual desire
Seduced by the enemy
In the defeated war
Echoed from the walls around
Fearing to have an ear
Will shrunk
In the emptiness of the room

At any time the electric shock
May turn the body to ashes
Only a fistful of my breath
Remaining in my body
Will hurried to rebel by
Shattering every words of my poem

Like the old railway lines
Discarded after the war
Hides its originality
In the rust and grassy grooves
Rebels of another kinds
Like the silent crater of sleeping volcano
Erupts and scatters the lava on the earth
Every word of my inner minds
That’s collected in the coarse paper
Only sensed by my wounded heart
Indeed it’s my poem.

September 11, 2003


Details | Verse | |

The Ornament

For you I've awaited a lifetime
in whose heart is clarity
every virtue in you is realized
individual traits of a rarity
 
Your foresight understands ages
like gems your facets reflect
every spectrum covered rainbow
in the things you did not neglect
 
You have focused upon the real life
sought the finest treasures to find
found the path to eternal glory
your approval by God kept in mind
 
Every essence of your person I savor
like sweet smelling smoke of incense
you have kept your garments of whiteness
and washed your hands in innocence 
 
In every course followed your Master
did seek every lesson he taught
applied them with skill and precision
and reigned in your every thought
 
You listened to every Word spoken
and dug into the mysteries ground
wrote them upon the flesh of heart
your possessions as they were bound
 
You have removed all that's discordant
polished every jewel to a shine
placed them in a filigreed setting
the traits that will last for all time
 
How carefully you took in instruction
each quality conformed to what's right
did arrange a garment worth wearing
each quality lustrous in light
 
Your baring of it's graces are lovely
within your heart there lay no fraud
I've exalted you with rejoicing
You have put on the Love of our God
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

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 | |

The Hills

Some say that gods hail in them;
a city hidden within.

During spring, mist covers them
in the form of a ghostly carpet
that gives a color of haunting delight;
from a distance, you would think that mist
has itself surrounded the forest,
as though some divine manifestation
has an interest with the hills.

No enters the forest hills without elders' consent,
for the gods are believed to exist......


Details | Lyric | |

A Melancholic Blaze

The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
 As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The nature decaying to the bizarre setting...
As the wolves howl at the night’s mystical descend...
And as my heart cries a disheartening reverie...
The river turns venomous at the cheerless call...

The wolves pursue the divine call...
The eerie wind deceives their ears...
Far ahead I see a shadow of the pure...
But as I approach...the shadow is razed by the prevalent obscurity...

The winter birds seem to be early...
Nesting in the putrefied tree...
The venomous river appears frozen...
As a chilling breeze stings the heart...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The last few hopes seem to deaden...
As a cloud seems to darken the elegant moon...
And the heart craves for her warmth...
As the flowers anticipate the monsoon...

Why is it that her radiant shadows appear?
When illumination ceases to exist...
A bird rests on my shoulder...
And sings mantras of eternal hope...
An assurance of support... 
And guidance...as the melancholic night descends...

The wolves howl to the infinite sky...
...And the lamentation of a lost soul...
Overpowered by their howls...
As the melancholic fire burns on...

The lamentation of a lost soul...
Forever lost...

...And as I close my eyes...
The setting transforms to “heaven”
Where flowers are vivacious...
...And nature rejoicing the start of spring...
...As I lay in her arms...
The panorama vivid as ever...

A panorama...
That subsists within the broken heart...
And a last few dead branches...
The winter bird collects to complete its nest...

And now all is at rest...
Silence is what subsists eternally...
The lamentation of a torn heart
Ever so callous...

...As he putrefies eternally...
...In a Melancholic Blaze...


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



Details | Haiku | |

melting

melting snow
warming after the storm
the ugliness of dirt returns


Details | Free verse | |

Inexplicable view...

Back to home after a tiring day
Wished to get a heartily repose
Reclined on sofa with no thought
Show in soup many featured posts.
One gained my attentive attention
About the unpaid nature so pure
Words simple touching the Soul
Pleasure as if from heart it flowed.
Stretching speechless all the more
Carried to a different land of allure
Far from material and glamour zone
Paused with fumbling words galore.
No comment for view of piece adored
As I turned “me “a messenger of God
To no longer let deforestation go on
Be a volunteer to nurture nature.
At my end prevent its wastage ever
No comment doesn’t imply not good
In fact the appreciation was heart felt
Rekindled the message of author to all.
Thankful to write this theme this day
As an opportunity for respect to pay
For letting view such austere writing
Changing my life for best than better!


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Rain drops on roses

I initially once thought
Things look nice in lines and curves.
The power to imagine
Things on white paper

But nature defines beauty.
Watching the clouds cry boohoo
And the tears wetting roses.
No art can show it

Tears rolling down its own sleeves
So fragile and yet so sleek
Such poetry as it bends
No art can show it

Raindrops drops with elegance
As it pats the light petals
Leaving drops which reflects light
What art can show that?

Contest name: Wilojie
Name: Okunsebor Williams
Date: 27/12/2012


Details | Lyric | |

My Evening Salsa

The midday dazzle lays off by the maiden daytime
A solstice ray parades over my eventide jollity
The solitary hour bosomed by the bambini’s elfish prime
An ecstatic hour greeted my heartfelt puerility
The infrasonic twittery of birds melded by the sundown cosmic time
A gentle breeze solemnly pass by my stargaze eternity. 

The daylight soulfully sonneted by the sunset bliss
An allayed euphony coupled my awaited sapidity
The blessed souls savored by the moonlit soul kiss
A wishful rhyme pulsed my heart with chastity
The shadow of fantasm abided by the solely muss
A blended mind’s eye captured my evening salsa verity. 


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Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Colours

evening curtains appear;
leaves decorate ground
in yellow and red shades


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflecting in the Wishing Well

4-19-2011        Reflecting in the wishing well       
My fear subsided,for just a moment it seemed,

I reach towards the stars,my mind becomes in flight,

My feet ungrounded, my heart I am moving,
Soaring high in the sky,my eyes are wide open,

Weak shaking has passed, Last years fallen leaves pile in the corners,

New growth of the Spring appears,as if coming out of hiding.

I smell the new breath blossoming,only memories of the winter exist.

I have opened a new door,one which I had never opened before,all details become clearer,

I feel as if I’ve rested more than I have slept,my feet swishing in a cool,clear,stream, that of  the wishing well.

My reflection with the sunshine at my back ,superimposes  my shadow of my imagination,                                                                                                                                     I want to tack up copies around public message boards.


Details | Epic | |

Wild Cinnamon Roots

Echoes from a haunting refrain
   buried deep within the corridors of her heart
   weave their tangled, worn threads
   playing on her memories 
like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin
 
Lingering whispers...
   intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul
   creating its delicately, woven tapestry
of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves
 
Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
   roar their voices in her mind
   like a jungle of ethereal savagery
   that clipped her silken dreams
   leaving her flying with broken wings 

He had betrayed her with his feigned love 
    which left her void of the soothing rhythms 
needed to bathe her wounded flesh

She felt a cold emptiness inside her soul
   Never before...
   had her heart felt thiscold, empty void
so deep in the depths of her heart 

Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones
   and random pieces of broken seashells 
   were substances used as ragged patches
   for her tattered, broken heart

The mortar dampened from tears
   fell like foggy, misty rain
   on the delicate, shattered glass of her heart
blistered by love gone astray 

Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
  with the earthy smell of oncoming storms
  Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses
  as if she were on fire...
  leaving her skin like that of a peeled orange
  revealing the depth and layers 
of her strangled emotions
 
In the dark stillness of the night
  she heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats
  The sound of loud, rumbling thunder
  was shooting its devouring bolts of lightning
shaking the whole of all Creation
 
She stood in the shadows
  aching and bewildered
  running breathlessly
  seeking a fortress of safety
  as the drumbeats followed her every move

The whole Earth was suddenly filled
  with the echoed songs 
of past remembered moons

He did not care if her heart was broken 
  leaving her alone in the night 
  cold, shivering and afraid 

All she had left was a broken heart
   cold as ice...
   drowning in her tears


Details | ABC | |

from sunset to dawn

the sun sets as a cloak of evil prevails like a disease

spreading like wildfire eating as the light falls down

its glowing throat into its star covered stomach eating

away like black locust at a new golden harvest eats

till no more is left at suddenly like an atom bomb a

glow so bright the birds sing of its victory as the

morning dew dance off there twisted vines and the

meadow laughs in a roaring crowd of gust as the 

golden goddess triumphs again.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Simple Unoccupied Bench

The simple bench sits
Unoccupied now
Classic table holds
Intent to write poems
Correspondences

Light sweater blown
Onto yellow
Roses, walkway
Empty no one

Garden neat
Perfect plants
Fenced closed

Where is.......
Empty

Bench

("The Bench"(The Garden Of Versailles) Edouard Manet (1832-1883/French) Oil On Canvas)


Details | Narrative | |

The Boy and The Sand - Part One

Here's another little story
Told around my land;
This one's of a little boy who
Loved to play with sand.

You could find him on the beach on
Semi-humid days;
"Moisture in the air," he said, "will
Help me set the grains."

He'd construct these works of art that
Seem like they're too real;
Statues, castles, planets, ships,
Nothing's too surreal.

Fortunate was I too see his
Very last attempt;
"Now I'll try to carve out something
Free of world's contempt."

"Beauty is the source for this one.
Love, the motive right.
She'll be great! I know she will have
Beauty multiplied."

Starting with a mound of sand, he
Chucked the first bit off;
Then, as if he knew to fly, he
Whizzed around stuff.

What I saw before me was a
Tribute to success;
Sand that had no form at all was
Turning to noblesse.

Finally, he settled down and
Looked at what he made;
Standing there was but a goddess
Lying in the shade.

Beauty was the inspiration,
No doubt in my mind;
His creation was the best in
All of humankind.

"Something's just not right," he said while
Reaching for his pail;
"Can't just leave it like it is, so
Meek, so hard and pale."

After some reflective time, he 
Ran to the lagoon;
Then he started humming out a
Soft and gentle tune.

When the water heard his song so
Lofty in the wind,
It responded with a light that
Spawned from its within.

Beaming out into the air, the
Light began to rise,
Like a worm that's coming up for
Water from the skies.

The worm of light began to make
Its way across the beach;
And when it came next to the art
It came to sudden breach.

The light began to swirl around
The woman made of sand.
It started at her chest and spread
Throughout her feet and hands.

And what my eyes beheld me next
Was nothing short of awe;
The woman made of sand began
To breathe and move her jaw.


Details | Haiku | |

A Lovely Flower

a lovely flower
like a star, welcomes me with
her yellow colour


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Verse | |

The Wee Hours Before Dawn

The wee hours before the dawn
Small birds join in a chorus of song
A sweet and natural symphony
That makes your heart want to sing

Small birds join a chorus of song
Nature in it's awe, the air so fresh begins to warm
The rising sun, announcing another day
Fresh dew renews all plants in every way

A sweet and natural symphony
The tiny snail goes about it's way
Oblivious to how time is fleeting by
Content with his own slow pace

That makes your heart want to sing
Fresh breeze making all the branches swing
Dropping dew upon the lawn
The wee hours before the dawn.

by Steven Beesley (c) 2005-08-19




Lilibonelle:
A form by Bonnie Williams. 4 stanzas of 4 lines per stanza. 

The first line on the first stanza is repeated as the last line of the last stanza. 

The 2nd line of the 1st stanza repeated as the 1st line of the 2nd stanza. 3rd line of 1st stanza repeated as 1st line of 3rd stanza. 4th line of 1st stanza repeated as 1st line of 4th stanza. 


Details | Etheree | |

I Would Paint a Wolf

I
Would paint
A lone wolf,
Silver grey and
Strong. He sits watching
Me at the edge of the
Wood, as a mist rises from the
Ground. Above the trees the moon is
Bright, yet the trees are still bathed in
Shadow. White stars shine in the ink black sky.


Details | Free verse | |

Water Rune

Water rune feed off the breast of the moon like a baby, new until by adolescence another ruined Aqua Deity Poseidon cast forth thy trident bellowing waves of violence sink towering ships, in silence How to tame a beast of rage first you must just turn the page a cold shoulder best these days soon to enter the new ice age Water rune welcoming bad news vicarious Aquarius the Water bearer enters hysteria takes his crown the common era is all but dead now Religion and science meet with a big bang God falls to his kneeundaunting wounded, but not yet deceased he makes a deal with the Devil for their synthesis why close your eyes if you don't wish to hear it? Forgot of Pisces like a vague evading memory of the childhood your hurricane came to clean life away, in ruin I stay, nothing wise left to say I'll just ride your wave to my grave, of icy water. Hallowing along to aloneness caught up in a priceless moment sea levels run rampant the rising tide rising high towards the sky rolling back down sound like thunder strike into oblivion, and drag me under lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting holding onto that which might not be whole again ever, like Pangea for even the mightiest army surrenders without their leader


Details | Sonnet | |

Cherry Blossoms- Yoshino Sakura

Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny
Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die
Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear
Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air

A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude
Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude
You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue
And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew

Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink, 
Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink 
Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete
Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite

So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees
And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease




©RashanaKing2010


Details | Sijo | |

Spirits Freed

The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood.


Details | Ode | |

Music

It does not cast a shadow,
Nor does it judge, mimic, or belittle,
But it is full of emotion,
When expressed, time stands still,
Ubiquitous to society,
And inspired by nature,
More valuable than gold,
But cannot be spent,
More real than the stars,
But cannot be seen nor touched,
It can calm the most incorrigible of people,
And create passion in the most stoic souls,
It remains the same,
But is constantly changing,
And is older than life,
But will never age nor die,
To move by it is beautiful,
But to create it is a gift from God… 


Details | Free verse | |

Night of the Moon

The moon was large, round, and glowing;
the lake's skin was sparkling like crystals
spread everywhere. The stars were almost invisible
to the naked eye.

Birds were able to fly in the night, as though it was day!
Children could get out of their beds and play in the grass fields!

It was a divine moment;
the moon goddess was being ushered in, to earthly realms;
she was meeting her mortal lover.......


Details | Haiku | |

Eden

Bud of a flower,
open, reveal thy beauty,
and color our eyes.

I cannot picture,
this earth without your presence,
you are needed in life.

Your plant family,
400,000 species,
grass, daisy, orchid, are some.

Remnants of you, see,
your kingdom trace back to a,
Jurassic era.

now embrace sunshine,
attract guests with your color,
that they might find you.

Both male and female,
with pistils and stamens,
boundaries are broken.

-For atop your stem,
reproductive organs dwell,
encased in petals.

Pollination needs,
help, ask the bees to carry,
pollen to stigma.

Help is rewarded,
Nectar, a sugar-based sweet,
a feast you must seek.

Please walk gentle,
for some have intentions that,
are carnivorous.

Water, sun, soil, air,
and carbon dioxide bear,
Photosynthesis.

The process makes food,
chlorophyll provides color,
and ends the cycle.

Germination is,
the start of growth, for seeds to,
emerge from the earth.

The roots push down and,
anchor the seed into soil,
as the stem rises.

When petal, pollen,
leaf and stem dance in the wind,
life begins again.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

American Progress

Run, you savages! Columbia the Combine is coming!
She harvests the fruits of nature too dark and ripe.
Her pale, white skin juxtaposed against her dark intent
Will show you what she really wants:
“Surrender, demons!” she cries.

Her minions follow suit, those wild-white settlers.
Behold, even the sun rises in the east and forces you west,
Getting rid of the darker clouds and darker people.
Although your bison is strong, her locomotive wins.
The landscape is golden, as if transitioning from
The transparent nature to an opaque shroud.

Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a return to nature,
Unadulterated, unblemished, uncorrupted,
No Columbia.

-------

This is about the 1872 painting "American Progress" by John Gast.


Details | Free verse | |

Dances of the Wind

A sprinkling of symphony lingers my ears
As though seducing me to move on its rhythm.

It had a distinct taste; which intoxicated my mind
It had a distinct scent; which intoxicated my spirit.

A aroma of ecstasy spread in my body
For I was amidst the mysterious nature.

I had joined it in the ‘Dances of the Wind’

My lips had only one chant to repeat
My body had only one position to hold.

For I had joined the exotic nature in reverences.

The Time has beheld its count and Wind the flow.
The Sun has beheld its light and Moon the Glitter
The Life has beheld its genesis and Death the havoc.

All the elements seems to pause for the moment.
All the work seems to pause for repose.
For it was the Time, all join together to summon the Almighty.

....................................................

Written way back in 1998, just as i was being introduced to new perception of life, 
linking the spiritual self with the physical self.

This was also the time when i was hooked to Newage Music by Vangelis, yanni, and 
few other contemporaries, some times inspiring me to compose poetry on their 
compositions.

Some what modern sufistic touch and feel to whole poem.
.....................................................
.musafirs


Details | Rhyme | |

The Brave Cherokee Maiden

Her heart yearns for better days
Her love of her land she displays
Tee-pee tall and strong of leather
Just to block unspeakable weather.

She lingers near the cool blue-green pond
She longs for lost lover in the beyond
He a brave fought the wild war
Did not know what was soon in-store.

Days of travel now behind
Trial of tears of no other kind
She sits in woods cool breezes blow
With heart heavy as family go.

Linda Terrell
December 20, 2009


Details | Cinqku | |

Matador De Toros

Under
The full moon
El Matador
Dressed in his Bolero
Held pose

His lean
Muscled form
Above the norm
Now shows a pounch from age
Still loved


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Music

The ease with which we catch a cold,
Or hold, or up, or ball;
A numbers game in nature that,
Bar none, affects us all.

Gravity and friction
Games that everyone can play.
No need for predilection,
Don’t let rules get in the way.

Sit back and close your eyes
As Mama Nature calls the roll,
And contemplate the searing
Mathematics of the Soul.


Details | Choka | |

With Sand, Sea, and Sky

Picturesque displays Nature’s natural slideshow, Paintings in motion. * Paintings in motion That end with pastel sunsets, Kaleidoscope views. * Kaleidoscope views Nature’s study’s and subjects, With sand, sea, and sky.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Monsieur Arac H Nid

My petite blushing rose
come turn your face towards me.
Ignore yon flitting and buzzing pests
silly dandies in black and yellow vests.

I long to spring upon your long green stem
dance amongst your soft and silky leaves
I'd spin a sparkling web so sweet and fine
then weave two cups of dew from which we'd dine.

They will simply tease and rob you of your gold
and adorn themselves of your fine riches.
Then without so much as a thanks or care
they'd desert you for other treasure scenting the air.

They cannot need you or love you as my heart does
for they already have another queen to return to.
They are brazen, drunken fools that can't hold your wine
or understand this ache so pure as ever will be mine.

So cast but one glance toward this winsome beau
and I can draw my last breath with joy.
I'll spin us a heart of gossomer thread and dew
for Monsieur Arac. H. Nid and his lady rose too!

©Jane Richer
16/03/2012


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

One Drop

I am but one drop of water
Soaking in the knowledge of the sea
Swelling amid things great and small
Through the vastness of eternity


Details | Tanka | |

India

Market stalls laden

with history: indigo,

red ochre and turmeric,

pungent and bright –

jewellery around her neck.


Details | Free verse | |

My Poetry Style


Six feet tall
anchored with thin lines
to the rain spouts and drains,
hanging like a circular banner
glowing in our security light
centered by a dark wriggly thing
big enough to see from the
upstairs window. There's 
something about the moving
legs of spiders that scares me,
so precisely was it
sorting out its threads.

But in the morning 
nothing but a ruin.
The light runs swiftly through it,
barely diffused and there is no
monster.


Details | Free verse | |

It was a Good Last Day of Winter

I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.


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Your Brush is it or My Pen

.

Your Brush is it or my pen 

Painting a picture in words

Searching your smile in faces

Hidden in the crowd of people

Like diamond in coal mine

Like the gem among rocks

Only to be found by hearts

That seeks the inner beauty 

That holds in your persona

Some grace, some charms

Enlighten worlds with smiles

That gives hearts some joy

That is rarely feel in others

Silently observing you in you

Silently adoring you in you

Its not that i like many yours

Just that i have few like you

Something to share that trust

Few words, few thoughts 

In magic of your artistic hands 

Or in my spell bonding poetry

Your Brush is it or my pen 

 


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Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


Details | Lyric | |

A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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Prince Of My Heart

Like a meter I count the lyrics-
That journey about my heart.
From battles they all converge
For truce they settle minds with ease

The strings! Rhythmical in nature-
Are caressed but pressured by sticks.
The wind! From the east you sing
To the west my heart dance

Loving the rhyme as trees swish
Quick my mind follows the song
That fashions the treaty of love
To sing, end of my baffling thoughts


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The Boy and The Sand - Part Two

Special Note: Please read Part One first.

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Her eyes began to slowly wake;
Her fingers tapped the ground;
The boy outstretched his carving hand
To help her come around.

She reached for his so soft embrace;
His skin unlike the sand;
And when she stood up on her own,
She'd not release his hand.

"Don't let me go; I'm scared," she said.
As if a tear began to form.
"A life without someone to care,
To me, just doesn't feel so warm."

"OK, I'll go," the boy replied,
"But just one thing before we leave."
He turned to me and said, "You there.
Tell my parents where I'll be."

The couple nodded me goodbye.
They then began to walk;
They strolled along the shore, engaged
In lovely happy-talk

Just then, the tide began to rise.
This made the couple slow.
Then they walked into the sea,
Away they both did go.

Surely they'll come back again.
I haven't yet forgot:
Love is what they both desired
And love is what they got.


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The World is Ugly

More delliquit than a flower
Stranded on an island of thieves 
Rising up from the ashes of the 
burning trees

The constant smell of burning flesh
We laid down to rest

The crisp feel of the leaves
Bark burning at a raging speed
But our eyes are to blind to see

What I feel is no less 
That would be your guess



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Rain in the Wild

Birds scatter in the air
as they head back to their nests

Rivers begin to create
beautiful circular waves

The smell of rain
fills the air once more,
as droplets of rain come
down to embrace the ground

The jungle is alive again
in the endless rhythm created
by raindrops and the earth


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Soar away

Shy cherry blossom Let the breeze take your dreams way Up to the Heavens.


Details | Rhyme | |

The wretched tree

Awkward is this line that is crossed above
Straight ahead are falling stars of love,
And not to lose all that is built in here
Everything is turning blue, very hard to bear.

The wretched tree is all alone and ugly
An’ I’m standing here and watching,
Its heart is turning to liquid badly,
I ran for it with my soul weeping.

Awkward is this feeling that I can’t ignore,
Everything has stopped into this world,
And my time is up and the fight is lost,
I can’t save that poor tree’s life, is frost.

A golden globe is floating over us,
I’d like to touch it and hold it for a while,
Just to remember how my life was.
I’ve trusted that daemon and he betrayed me, how?

All those days with lies and happiness,
We were connected like iron on fire.
I had more than one little desire
And now I know that he is heartless.

But then he was not diabolic, no.
He was like an angel, with pure eyes,
There were more things that I could’ve shown
And I left my heart in his hands.

And now I must sell my soul forever
In change of that tree’s life and light,
And I’d do that proudly, just to save that,
And never fall in love again and ever.

All these choices I have made,
All these promises I’ve said,
I regret no more, I forgot it all,
I intent to start a new endless life for all!

Next to this daemon I fear,
I wipe, I am faithless and unsure,
Unsure of this feeling never seen before,
I think that my heart you should hear.

And I did what I had to do,
I’ve crossed the world with him in two,
We’ve spread the love and fear for them,
Now nothing’s left for both of them.

An old wretched tree lives,
And a young girl dies.
But the souls shall meet again,
And they’ll be alive instead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Aurora

Day turns to night
With the flash of a light
The stars in the sky
Are lights in his eyes
Iridescence of the moon
Reflect on the dunes
A rainbow of colors
The sand is smothered
With the blues
The greens
And the reds
A parade of sparks
Making their marks
On the couple below
Watching the glow
As they dance
And prance
In the sand
Of the land
Of the blues
The greens
And the reds


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The Beat of the Oversoul

Somewhere, someplace,
someone is playing a guitar.
Sitting alone,
in a room, in an unromantic city.
Somewhere, someplace,
someone truly honest, sublime
birth of a phoenix
renaissance of hope
where the snow piles up
and the sun becomes a clouded pimple.

Somewhere, someplace,
someone is alone
in an unromantic room.
Believing that no one hears,
or cares.
Never caring, never hoping,
someone is playing six strings
to the beat of the oversoul.


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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.


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A quickie for two

Agile feelings all alone
Fragile living on my own 
Fickle fingers typing thought
Meaning, depth and insight sought
Drowning sorrows, quicksand driven
Floating promise slowly risen 
Words contained, but yearn to fly
Caged, the birds in my mind’s eye
Burn the rust within this soul
Combust with freedom, make me whole
Transform this canvas, recreate
Brand the keeper of this gate
As art well sculpted by brain power
Planted seeds that sprout to flower
And nurtured by an inner voice
Where roots grow deeper, fed by choice  


Details | I do not know? | |

Moonrise

Now bring your rain to fall on me
To wash away my deep regrets
I know how lost it all can be
To one who's only seen sunsets
But rise, pure heart, sweet sanguine gem
But rise, and I cannot condemn
Nor you, nor I, nor all the world
Can know the perfect taint within a pearl

Agitation grows perfection
All things stem from darkest dust
Diamonds, pearl, love's complexion
Know its name is what it was
So dark, so dank, so damp and cold,
In loneliness 'gins love. Not gold
But silver, lunar, somber shines
In where are found love's anodynes

So shine the moon upon my soul
So taint my eyes in crimson's stead
So bring your rain to make me whole
Oh leave the past for dead

Let us live the moment's endless loss of space and time
Let us live, let us regret, forgive this heart of mine

Not sun, but moon, not gold, but grey
Nor heart nor mind is here to stay
No tears could ever fade away
Let live the dark, let fall the day

Let stormclouds fall, content, contrite
Completion, oh what death is right
When never torn away from sight?
The sunset
   is
       so beautiful
               Tonight.


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Works

Like wine which efferveses within the glass
is your own love to me
it fills my heart and bubbles up
rising when you I see
 
Its movements effect whats hidden within
to be seen in what I do
know this my love its welling up
its focus is on you
 
When you are given a gift so grand
what with it would be
upon its presence within your life
its will effecting thee
 
It's hard to tell if it's mine or yours
or what its work does move
I only know not to let it go
until its work does prove
 
Can't be so minor if it stirs my thoughts
but let its movements be
its works are placed within my heart
to love you eternally
 
Matthew 22:37-39 NIV
“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God
with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind.’ This is the first and
greatest commandment. And the second is
like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

my ditty for the day


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 | Kimo | |

THE OBSERVERS

Some poets, who have faith, die of old age...
observing profound beauty:
give them that privilege!


Living as friars of the Middle Ages,
the observers write true words
on remarkable pages!


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THE NIGHT

The night walks fast nigh,

And we in fright about her asks why.

To bed we should go in peace,

But night opposes this with her mischiefs.

What's next in her plan? Another sly?

Like the rat, bits and blow

The breeze cause us mischiefs as it blows,

And fright as ussual invades,

And the cause of us freezing can rarely be fetched.

Then we pray and watch the night

Then slowly but gradually the day overules her.

But this will not last forever

For the day must surely in turn be overuled by the night.

And to our beds again in fright

When shall this surely end.


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The Kuramo Beach

Slovenly it looks
like it was never cared for;
the kuramo beach


Details | I do not know? | |

What If

What if I told you the sky was purple 
and that the clouds were really a dark green 
could you imagine the luscious possibility 
Or is your mind a reality check machine 

Take a trip into your subconscious 
maybe what you see is a dream 
maybe the stars bleed blue 
as red seeps into the ocean stream 

We are taught as a child what to think 
The language and colors of life 
And not to challenge the system 
Not to looks back, like Lot's wife 

So imagine, you lay out in a field 
Yellow grass sways in the wind 
The lavender sky stretches before your eyes 
and nature's balance hazily ends 

Forget what you've been told 
Forget it while you can 
Before you become too senile 
Because time waits for no man 

The clouds are green I tell you, 
The vast oceans are red 
The purple skies adorn a silver moon 
As it shines through the window near my bed 

Sleep well love, because in the morning 
The skies will once again be blue 
After your imagination sobers 
The possibilities become few. 


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A Blank Page

A blank page,
A fresh start,
A canvas for the heart.

Unspoilt,
Unstained,
Simple beauty sustained.

Purity,
Perfection,
No blemish on reflection.

No telling,
What future storms rage,
On a blank page.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Autumn Colors

Daring yellow, orange, and gold;
Bursting from autumnal shrubbery;
Opulent purple and burgundy red;
Riches that fill my palette of treasury;
And I revel till my white canvas days.


9/2/14


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A Rainy day

...Another day has come

with a strange noise

I rushed out the balcony

but I didn't recognize the voice. 

I felt a wet drop of water

looked to the sky. 

" Are the clouds crying?" 

The voice would make a lullaby.

I looked down to our garden

noticed the cries watered it... 

"I know this water."

But I couldn't remember a bit. 

"It's rain!" my sister shouted out loud

she made a really big crowd. 

It's just a rainy day, it's my best day.


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A Mariner

A mariner leaves for months at a time
With a wind in his sails and a goal in mind

He doesn’t know what lies ahead
And he eats lots of fruit with dry wheat bread

The adventure calls and ignites his soul
But Mother Nature bawls and takes her toll

Hurricanes and wind tear at his nerves
After he makes it he finally learns
The lesson taught by life itself
Your stories not finished till it’s on the shelf


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forget your needle in a hay stack

I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
 A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
 the perfect rose.


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Wild flowers

Those that know 
the beauty of wild flowers
don,t pick them.


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I Fell In Love

I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.

My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.

My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.



Details | I do not know? | |

Like a late Turner painting

The sky looks like a Turner painting.
At the high point it’s brighter,even golden cream
Like the top of a bottle of Jersey milk;
then it dims down to a bluey gray
with a slight threat in it
like a blacker gray…It’s
Too warm today for snow.

I swept brown dried leaves from the step..
Had to move my bike.
Then I hid them under the hedge
So they can keep some insects warm in the winter.
But mainly I don’t want to bend down to collect them,,
I’m tired or lazy after the weekend.
I still have a dress here I was ironing just a week or two ago.
Now it will be put away till next summer.
Here’s a denim jacket with flowers all over…
I did wear it but it won’t look right now.

I washed my hair.It feels soft and pleasant.
I like that feeling.I am wondering what you are doing.
Are you listening to music or resting?
Or sitting looking down the road at wet fields?
I think I’ll make some tea.
I need a focus for the day which also has a feeling
  Like those late watercolors
Everything merging
Until one thing dissolves into an other.
Some people like it but today
I need some edge,some definition.
I need someone to give me boundaries.
Time 4 pm
Kettle boils and a neighbor’s cat peers by the locked cat flap…
Wondering why she can’t get in.
I turn away.

Now the sky is without any gold
It’s fifty shades of gray.
It’s clouded dark and soft
Like your hair might have been
But I could never have touched it…
You were always too far away and moving.....



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widow clarkes cabin

surrounded by untouched Forrest way out back in the carriboo, o a place where i grew up nestled deep in the woods , our cabin, Dreams became a reality hard work we built our cabin , deeded by the crown, peace, and paradise .Our home to last lifetimes great grandchildren's children, beside the deepest clearest fresh water lake the loons , shimmering moon light, feeling the waves like the heart beat of Mother earth as the winds gently carried our voices in prayer no is only heart aches and despair taken away mining and logging selling our dreams like death that keeps endlessly haunting Clarke's cabin out at cougar bay, native women widow today's damages so much like the past


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Night Owl

It flies and settles on a tree branch,
waiting for fish to pop out of the lake,
to enjoy the moonlight.

A group of kids sits around a bonfire,
trembling with fright,
as they keenly listen to the owl's hooting.

"The bogeyman is being ushered in...."
one of the kids says, with a breaking tone......


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THE SISTERS OF THE SEASONS

Rhythms harmony in sweet
Melodies enchantment. 
Let the dance continue,
A waltz of seasons.
The sisters of the timeless,
Dressed in adornments finery,
Await their turn to stroll across
Life's eternal ballroom once more.
Each steps motion, lighter than air,
Choreographed by mother nature
 Herself.
An owed to beauties personification
In it's self, these gentle ladies
 Of elegance’s quality.
Father times orchestra, plays a 
Mystical tune, as each partner bows,
And curtsy's, in graces reverence
Of respect.
White gloved hands placed in one
Another, to take their spin, around
The world of man again.
A shifting swirl of gowns, and soft
Music playing ever so effortlessly,
It appeases the one spiritual being,
On high, to watch this magnificent
Display, on the stage of his creation. 
The heaven's fill, with a million
Diamonds of stars, set to the musical
Compliment of harps, played by
Divinities angels from above.
The echoing winds sway to and fro,
Captured by thus such reveries joy, 
From these divine immortals.
The night becomes a living identity of
It's own splendor.
Behold a paradise in full blooms
Glory, it is the enchantments spell cast,
From the sisters of the seasons,
Coming out party held beneath the
Moonlight.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Life as it was

Kids admire butterflies
in history magazines and science
journals, wondering where they
vanished to. The price of a honey
jar is equated to that of an emerald;
life is not as it was then….. 

By: Teddy Kimathi

Published in: Literature Today Journal, Issue #1

(The first issue of this poem was themed on man's relationship with the environment.
My piece shows how life might be in the future, if we don't take care of our environment. Our actions today, will determine how the future will be, for our future generation.....)


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Goes to Sleep

Bright sun time to rest your sleepy eyes for a while 
Fall down behind the hills now and take your rest
Share your rays with another place and
Let the moon take care of us now
Look!  A painting in the sky
All sorts of pinks purples yellows and oranges
Beautifully color the evening sky 
Artwork of a all knowing artist in the sky above
Look the colors join together and slowly fade
As the suns bright light softens in the sky
It starts to make its way down
The moon dances across the night sky like a beautiful play
The awe of the breathtaking orchestra of light
The end scene lovely for the suns final act of the day
Now the moons glow will hover over us softly keeping us safe for a little while
Until the morning sun returns again


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Prime Rises

The engorged sky billows,
a monochromatic delight 
of soft tones ...
a lullaby 
of tissue paper edges
fragile as a primrose.

The bashful sun blushes
sending pastel light through notes
of grey to white
soft, velveteen. 
harmonies overlap 
shadow less, spiritual.

Ah, the sweet octaves
of visual light defrayed by motes
of earthly ash
upon the sky
bring such joy to mankind 
fragile as a primrose.


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The Mermaid and the Unicorn

Come  with me to a fantasy land
To a place where magic was born
Where dreams of love can materialize,
With the touch of  a unicorns horn

My story is about Alicia
A mermaid who loved to pretend
That one day she’d walk the earth
With the aid of her unicorn friend

While swimming one day in the shallows
She asked if he’d  give her a gift
Will you please make me a woman
And give my heart a lift

Just touch my horn the unicorn said
Then make a wish from your heart
Magic will swirl and fill the air
Then your fins will surely depart

But there’s one thing that you need to know
Before you get what you yearn
You need to find the man of your dreams
And your love he needs to return

So come on Alicia the unicorn said
Together we will search this land
I know we will find him somewhere
He will love you despite your brand

So they searched the land for Alicia’s love
And as they did they became closer together
At night they talked, laughing out loud
As they fended off the weather

Alicia would climb on the unicorns back
As across the land they’d ride
Trying to find the love of her dreams
Where ever he resides

One day Alicia shouted 
we can’t do this anymore
The man of my dreams won’t be found
So take me back to the shore

For Alicia knew she had fallen
She’d fallen head over heals
Her heart was saddened and broken
How could this love be real

But what Alicia didn’t know
Was that the unicorn had fallen too
The air around them began to swirl
As he whispered I love you

The unicorn became a handsome prince
Standing tall with a white horse
The mermaid became a beautiful lady
Off in the sunset they rode of course

So if like me you’re a dreamer
Hear these words so true
Fantasy land is all around  you
And the magic is waiting for you


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From the top of my heated head

I thank you all for allowing me
An astutely marvelous opportunity
To spark synopses atriums
And bounce ideas from craniums
That is the mattress under lights
Where rocket ships prepare for flight
They launch for space in peaceful moods
And head for bulbs of orbing moons

Like moths that orbit thought balloons


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When wind leaves the world

Whered the wind go.
It came by in a breeze so slow. 
Then it charged onward in its rage.
Forever moving foreword, the world its stage.
But someday the wind will go away.
For nothing can forever stay.
And when the wind stops blowing.
And the sun stops glowing.
The world will crumble and die.
And the wind will cease to fill the sky.
The world will fall apart peice by peice.
The people will riot against the police.
The powers of the world will fall from their reign.
And they will then feel the poors pain.
Then the water will stop flowing.
Next the crops will stop growing.
Food will be hard to come by.
And millions of people will die.
Millions of mothers, brothers, fathers, and daughters will cry.
The pacific, and atlantic will dry.
And the fruits on trees will grow shy.
All becuase the wind left the sky.


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THE LUSH HILL

The lush hill towered over the quite town mostly built with big rock;
it had three tall church towers
with different distinguished styles: Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque...
wondrous was every sunrise!


   
Oh, their loud bronze bells could be heard ringing
through the vast, sun-washed and peaceful valley
sorrounded by mountains that reached a sky so dazzling...
then the clock-tower stroke each hour so precisely!


The summer's aroma was kind of strong and irritated the eyes,
and it almost got me drunken as aged wine does;
and I ran to the lush hill thinking of finding a treasure
in a cave that the invading Normans might have hidden in there!


But to my surprise, only frescos of martyrs were discovered;
all the while, that treasure was in front of me:
Nature opening up with its magnificent beauty!
It took observation and reflection for the rare gifts it rendered.


Whenever I ran to the lush hill, either morning or afternoon,
I was astonished by the humble faces of saints showing no demise 
for their persecution and carnage by beast such as ferocious lions... 
as those pious faces looked to Christ for comfort in their doom!


Their image made me much stronger and believer in the Shepherd
whose sheep never was lost among grunting wolves waiting aside; 
and every mystery revealed, it grew to teach me not to be afraid...
when profound silence arrived bringing delights to an innocent child. 


Oh, lush hill...keep my image of young boy intact even after I die;
let it come alive when sheer curiousity arises and tantalizes...
to make me climb that lush hill again for the heart to fantasize,
and 'though my health may not be as vibrant as then, I must try!


Details | I do not know? | |

Under Pill

Never tired, work! When tired, rest! When over tired, sleep! Never working, work! Cumbersome work, rest! And after concluding the task, sleep! I love it when it's not in any form I like the way the sky is now. ...Merriment under pill!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Light From The Moon

The light from the moon
appear bright to a hole of the night.


Details | Narrative | |

My Journey today

I rise from my bed with a smile on my face.
My heart has returned to a very safe place.
All of the bad has vanished without a trace.
I look to the sky and dream of this vast space.


I go for a walk the sun shines in my eyes.
All that I can see is the bluest of skies.
It seems so quiet I could hear a pin drop.
As I continue my journey to reach the top.

Sometimes I wonder will I ever get there,
Other times it seems like I really don’t care.
Things will just happen I wish to be part,
This contentment does grow inside my heart.

The birds are singing as they fly overhead.
I look at the trees they appear to be dead.
I know that are sleeping, taking a winter nap
Soon they will make syrup from the trees sap.

I walk by the pond the light glitters on the top.
It is much like a mirror I see my face as I stop.
The reflection shows all the beauty, that surrounds,
A wind gently blows some leaves across the ground.

Though I’ve been here before today seems so new,
Everything I see as well as everything that I do.
It almost as if I’m seeing for the very first time,
I find some new rungs on this ladder I climb.

I take in all the sights and then it’s time to go.
The sun high in the sky my shadow does show.
The more that I see the less that I seem to know,
The peace in my heart shall continue to grow.


Details | Free verse | |

HEART SEARCHING

 
Google the world till you find me,
Draw closer; grip my heart and never let go,
Numerous moons have passed; countless suns have shone,
Yet my dream is curtailed,
I have unturned the blue; unzipped the stars looking for you,
Dug graves to uncover you; Uprooted trees to find clues,
Separated warm and cold air; to find the one I bleed; the one I breathe; the one I grief, the one I belief; the one I love,
I have befriended libraries to find your name; my love,
Given tokens to know the prophesy of your coming; my love,
A search that’s never ending until I find you; my future love,

I have roamed all over hell; to save your soul; my love,
Moved every corner of the earth; for the amender of my breath,
Tried bribing the archangel in heaven,
To certify to my heart that you are save and well; my love, 
Just run a marathon in Daegu; for you who clutched my heart,
I can ran without shoes; but never without my strength,
Love I’ll die for you; as tomorrow means nothing without you,
Where are you at? Come swiftly seize my pressurized heart?
I know you can sense the soreness in my indoors,
Come cement my missing bits as you alone know how; my love,
Come devour me with glee; a beam that can never be expunged,

You know I need you; and that very true; my life; my love, 
How can ‘I’ the Ferrari win a race without its tyres (you)?
I preserved every cell for you; ignored all love for you,
Don’t let me sting no more; I gave up everything for you,
When I confided in this love of ours; many pasted me a coward,
But my thoughts of you assisted me keep my sanity and purity,
My fluency with love rules made me patient,
Enough to wait for you the trance bloke of my centre; my love,
A love of tomorrow I preserve today and forever,
Soon my heart will dance and shout your name ‘ohh my love’
I treasure you my love; my tomorrow; my dream; my desire; my all; the one I have been waiting for all my life,
I sit here desperately jotting this jingle to you my love,
On tenterhooks it reaches you and remits you to me presently; my love. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Indigo

The color of the midnight sky,
I am the color of indigo.
I am the smile after every storm,
I am the 6th color of the rainbow.
I exemplify innate wisdom,
Allow me to be your muse,
Intuitive and understanding,
Mental wealth you can’t refuse.
I am the backdrop for the stars
And the background to the moon.
Look to me, you’ll find spirituality,
A higher power you’ll be in tune.
I symbolize solitude and oneness,
A sort of psychic capability.
A color of strength, a color of depth,
The phenom of self-mastery.
I am indigo, the color of knowledge,
The complexion of self-reflection.
I am indigo, master of personal thoughts,
The color of profound introspection.


Details | Free verse | |

Silvered Seam

Fallow my space Along shores of sand Emptied lines trace The waiting edge Of those who fly Hidden the silence That holds my blind space Knowledge leaves holes In the better part Of those who wait Silvered the seam That binds the sharp sea Fallen wings deem folly The broken parts Of those who know Rolling of waves The flood tide enters Who could ever tell The fullness it fills For those who have waited


Details | Free verse | |

Life Imitates Art A Humble Tribute to Oscar Wilde

O thou proud Nature
Rolling in ashes of long-burnt
Fiery love of yourself
What are you boasting of?

Thy greenery? 
That’s nothing but
Wooden rotten figures 
With wrinkled claws
Scratching the Earth’s breast
Fumbling for manure
Water-thirsty vampires
Destined to be strangled
By the icy hands of snowy demons!

Thy mountains?
They’re nothing but piles of dust
Proud of piercing the clouds
Forcing a heavy load
On the Earth’s shoulders
Yet, trodden by every foot
Crushed by every step
Dumb megalomaniacs
Whose sole voice
A mere echo 
Dies in an instant
Not long enough to be heard!

Thy clouds?
Those plump, haughty phantoms
Wishing to display their mighty wrath
Pat each other on the shoulders
And roar to shake and shock
The creatures beneath
Yet melt in their rages’ climax
And weep for their untimely death!

Thy far stretching seas and oceans?
They’re nothing but tiny trivial
Drops of water
Gathering to form an impressive identity
By losing their own!
In the depth of their watery heart
Lay their so-called treasures
Which being nothing but shipwrecks
Make them pleased
With their great triumph
Over helpless, wooden toys!
Their anger is masterfully portrayed
By raising their eyebrows 
Frowning and foaming desperately
To impress the captains
By their magnificent personality!!!

Thy Sun and Moon?
They are nothing but boring circles of light
One too lazy to move
One too transient in mood
One entangled in the boggy kingdom of his own flames
One begging hopelessly for a beam of light
One pleased with burning the eyes
One trained in fooling the wise

Now behold
That every single monument of thy greatness
That makes your eyes glow with pride
And your heart beat with pulses of joy
Is nothing but an illusory mirage

Were it not for the sweet words of poetry
Coupled with the melodious rhythm of embedded lyres
Were it not for the winged metaphors
Hand in hand with the marble fingers of imagination
Were it not for the poet’s discerning eye
To see in thee what thou hast not
Thou would not be seen,
Thou would not be loved…


Details | Free verse | |

Kaho'olawe Mourns

The barren, red cliffs watched over the crescent crater
As if they had somehow been separated
Together at one time, but no more.
Now, he simply stands guard like a lazy soldier.
Molokini revealed to me discoveries
Like birds and fish that never exist anywhere but here.
No wonder Kaho'olawe mourns.
The ancient guard was pummeled into volcanic oblivion
Yet arrived solely because of duty.
I've traveled just to see her, to swim at her fingertips.
My daughters smile raised you higher,
If only high enough to touch your guardian again.
Alas, for not.
I am the master, I command you to be present for my arrival.
And forever obedient, you are there.
All the while the red cliffs stare at me with disdain
As I disturb the mistress.
Go away! Oh uninvited! Let us wilt in the sun undisturbed.
I relent my title, I am a mere peasant disguised.
I do not sleep on gold, I only work for it.
It is you that is majestic, you the red-beating heart of these islands.
This tropical cathedral that is yours
Allow me to kneel and pray when I visit, if I may.
This crescent heart is yours.

Kaho'olawe and Molokini
2/6/11


Details | Prose | |

I Can Hear The Color

The sounds of color
Dancing through my dreams
Animated notes on an
Astral stage.

Ribbons flit to and fro
A circus of music;
Energy generated in night realms…
My dreamtime stage is sweet.

Light play is the ultimate composer and
Music is a universal gift of repose.


Details | Free verse | |

THE SHE-DEVIL

THE SHE-DEVIL

Born within the realm of hell's fire, spawned in the ashen dawning,
Between brimstone's sacred flame, and sulfur's earthen cauldrons,
Given the spark of life by the elemental goddess, nature herself.
The she-devil sleeps, in her Multan rock cradle, slumbering
In a lava tubes chamber, dreaming of the cooler world above.
But fire and ice beget's steam, which burns and singes at raw flesh,
Yet the she-devil feels it not, scaled in battlements armor, both
Above and below, she remains impervious, divinities off spring
Of excellence, perfection's ultimate killer.
Creations creature of contrast, birthed within fire, but inwardly,
She yearns to feel the chilling winds of ice and snow, against her
Flesh and bones.
Confusion's destructive force of raw power of the supernatural, 
Yet within her beating heart, sorrows remorse lives, 
Keeping rhythm with the pulsating, changing of 
The seasons.
Awakening from hibernation's isolation, shattered 
Are her frozen dreams of illusion, melting into broken
Shards in this delusionalary reality, of her fiery realm's
Surroundings.
Raising her head the she-devil, cries crystal line tears,
That fall unto the smoking earth,
Creating a circle of steam, around the beast.
Oh mother forgive thee, for what I must do,
Begging, pleading, forgive me, forgive, but my heart
Whispers ever so sweetly with the longings desire,
That I cannot bare it's weight any longer!
Growling, gripping, tearing until finally braking
 Through to the ethereal sun world beyond.
Freedoms unshackled dragon, the she-devil spreads her
Ebony wings outwardly, embracing the chilly
Currents of the night winds beneath her massive body.
Behold hearts ascension, a living inferno,
Soaring in flights vast divides on high,
Then descending into the polar ionosphere,
Then diving lower, and lower
Free falling just letting it go, to achieve her
Dream's awaking, the highest price she knows
Must be paid, to exist within her icy illusions,
And it is Life itself.
Physically crashing in to the ice and snow below, she becomes
 A living avalanche, a frozen monument to dreams achievement,
Thus so she sleeps at eternal peace at last.
The flame of the she devil lies now encased within her frozen tomb,
And this earthen dragon soars no more except on a higher spiritual 
Plane of existence, dipping and diving through a stormy blizzard,
Yet the smile of contentment does so burn, within her icy heart at last.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




Details | Rhyme | |

Back to those hills

When I am sad
When I am angry
When my day has been bad
Or when I am happy
I lay my head on my window sill
Let the time stop still
And go back to those hills

They are my shelter
It's where my heart takes cover
From all the world's wrongs
It's where my heart will go forever
Whenever I need protection

I can't forget those trees
They have stood for so many years, those trees
They know so much
They have been there for centuries
And will still be there for generations to come

I always loved that river
Like a snake it would slither
Silently and gracefully
I'd always sit there and watch the water
And it will always be part of me

But who can forget the open sky
So blue and so high
The sky I'll always want to touch
The sky that makes me want to fly
That sky is mine

Oh those hills
Those wonderful hills
Where peace and serenity roam free
Those majestic, wise hills
Where my heart will always be.


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 | |

A Monarch in the Lilac Bush

~~A Monarch in the Lilac Bush~~

There she was dressed in full array
The most beautiful Monarch butterfly posing quietly before me
As I painted her wings upon my canvas
Motionless except for a few moments when she stretched her wings
Caught up in the moment 
My heart was captivated by her beauty

Her leopard-spotted thorax
And her stained glass window wings
A beauty to behold like a priceless Mona Lisa

Her antennae erect
And her soft spindly feet
The tapestry of her splendor was beyond my wildest imagination
Caught up in the moment
My heart was captivated by her beauty
There she was dressed in full array
My perfect butterfly
My Mona Lisa...ahhh!

Written by Gwendolen Rix
8-26-14


Details | Free verse | |

Ashen Colours

Ashen Colours

Explosions in the forest. That's all I see.
Everywhere. Above and below. 
The sound, its not right though. Loud, but not obnoxious. More like a distant whaling, a rustling of many feet. 
The smoke floats this way and that, settling only with silence. The smoke, it retains its exquisite colour. That is, until uncovered. Next year.
They happen every autumn, these bombings. They affect all that’s around them, transforming the landscape to bright scarlets and lavish golds. But soon, the explosions will stop. And silence will fall.
A strange thing then happens. The same occurrence every year. It's the ash of distant bombings, or so I hear... The purest of white, whiter than bone. It falls slowly, drifting into banks. Covering everything. My country's leaders have told us to stay away from this. That it's dangerous.
But I don't believe that. Every day, whenever I can, I sneak out to study this wonderfully new land. Every day it changes, dramatic, yes, but with a sort of subtlety.
What are these brilliant phenomena that ensue so boldly every year? The colours and the ash. 
THE ASHEN COLOURS.


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 | Free verse | |

THE TENDEREST OF ROSES



Oh sweetest of roses is love,
A prickle thorn bush, full of fragile
Human emotions, representational petals
Of glass that shatter by betrayal, or
Harsh reality’s inflections.
Be so gentle to the heart of innocence,
Leave it not unattained for a second,
For the drifting bandit of romance, travels
The roads of heartache, and revels in
Sorrows tears.
Softly does not the angels weep, in towers
Ivory from far above, to see the youthful 
Maiden cry at the loss of paradise.
Splendor’s meadow has been defiled,
But it’s nurturing soil runs deeply, and in
Times yielding harmony, soothes the 
Soul of the tenderest of blossoms.
Nay the naive child of light, holds the flickering
Candle of hope, that one day her prince 
Charming will come, riding the dawns white steed,
To save her from the mighty dragon of old.
On the shore of destiny, a shining pebble
Rolls on the tides of life, it shimmers ever brightly,
In the sunshine, yet thrown with disdain and the 
Fragile the rose lies broken, among many grains of
Sand, piled high on the shores of life.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Haiku | |

Tulips (Pair of Haikus)

tangerine blossom
bursting with vitality
hue glows resplendent

Breathtaking beauty
dew kisses petals softly
Captivating awe 


Details | Free verse | |

The unfolding self

The self unfolds in process
Through the heart of time
With the art of mind


Details | ABC | |

THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN

Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.


Details | I do not know? | |

Horses Beauty

My hooves sound like thunder upon the ground,
My coat is of the blackest night,
My mane shines like a thousand suns,
My tail is as graceful as the river.

My cries cannot be heard with the ears,
They can only be heard by the heart,
The eyes cannot see me,
The heart can sense me.

When my name is spoken,
I raise my head to it’s sound,
All other creatures revere me,
I am the ruler of the forest.

I can stop a fire with my voice alone,
The river becomes still when I near it,
The wind disappears at the sight of me,
I drive rain clouds into hiding.

I am nothing but beauty,
A voice on the wind,
A ripple in the still water,
The stillness if the forest.

I am the horse.


Details | Narrative | |

Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


Details | Fibonacci | |

The golden mean

Base
Of 
Nature's
Scientific tool
The formula, which
Made Salvador Dali god-like


Details | Ballad | |

The Four Suitors

The first was handsome and direct,
and try he did to please--
with bright bouquets of fragrant gems,
in hopes my heart to seize.

I gathered from his grand approach
that beauty was his charm,
to bloom a bond through gorgeous gifts;
in that, I found no harm.

Alas, his blossoms were corrupt;
my love he never took!
What mattered most to him was how
my presence made him look.

I promptly left his vanity
to seek a love refined,
and highly hoped the next to claim
my hand would better shine.

The second suitor came to me
and promised me his heart,
and with that gesture he assured
that we would never part.

His heart enkindled love in me
and fervent was that fire.
He showered me with earnest heat,
for that was my desire.

Alas, his love grew sweltering;
too much was his embrace!
His rays were most enjoyable,
but left me little space.

I fled from his tenacity
to seek a milder mate,
though quickly did the next arrive
and fall for my estate!

The third was gracious and composed,
so like the first, I thought.
I wondered what concerned him: did
he seek the love I sought?

He greeted me and then revealed
with haste a hazel dress.
I donned the warmly colored gown;
his love he then confessed.

Alas, three months is all it took
for me to hate his leaves!--
those times he swayed into the dusk
to secret love receive.

One night, he stripped me of my gown;
our love diffusely fell.
He left me bare with but despair
to chill my hollow shell.

There came another, clothed in white,
while I was still remote.
He asked if he could comfort me,
then cloaked me with his coat.

Though beautiful, it gave no warmth,
for he himself was cold.
I wondered if he once endured
a love's uncertain hold.

I tightly held his frigid form
and spoke with words sincere:
Our love will one day find a match;
for now, please persevere.

I gently shed his frosty coat
from my rekindled core,
then boldly sauntered towards the first
with hopeful buds restored.


Details | Free verse | |

Sun and Moon

I ran and ran
fastidious towards the sun.

Breathlessly I stood,
gazing at the moon.


Details | Lyric | |

My Love, My Love

My love, my love
I know, you know where beauty lies
Deep within the mountains
Hidden within stormy skies

In places few have been to
In remote and barren lands
Many journeys seldom seen in a lifetime
Although many have claimed that they have been

In the chill of coldest Winter
Your heart provides strong heat
My love lives strong within you
In my thoughts I can feel you breathe

My love, my love
How much beauty you have seen
You have climbed the highest mountains
You have scaled the highest peaks

You have slept amongst the clouds
Closer to God, than closer to man
You understand power and majesty
Unlike the many who think they can

You have carried my heart within you
Seeking beauty far and wide
You have seen me everywhere you looked
Both by day and in star filled skies

My love has lived within you
In your every thought and deed
It has been in your every moment
Even in death it will not cease

Our love will live in those mountains
Both high and far below
It will live upon those glaciers
It will thrive in the coldest of snows

Just as the mountains stand before us
Just as what is, will continue to be
Our love will never diminish
In whatever God has made beautiful
That is where our love will be...



(April 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Throne Room

The voice of Love is gentle seeks your heart to mend
screaming and abusive speech to shield from defend
kindness you have robed in the heart of your Son
whose disciples are collecting all loved old and young

Grant he will the prayers of those seeking peace
those pursuing righteousness and from tyranny release
freedom from what causes harm to walk in Liberty
to find your joy and happiness to vision given see

God has made the promise in which he cannot lie
the hope of everlasting Life in Jesus never die
Love is as strong as Death a seal set on your heart
when you truly know his Love never from it depart

How pleasant it receives you with joy and delight
like the most beloved when standing in his sight
made like the savour so like honey sweet
a song with it's enchantment no other voice can meet

It cannot be compared to anything but God
for he is its source its living waters laud
the fairest of the fair where desire is complete
this is the throne of God on heart it must take seat

The elixir in the goblet intoxication of sweet wine
how the taste and smell and touch majesty divine
unspoiled and unpolluted its embrace is clean
never will mistreat you be violent or mean

To dare to look upon it and in its depths be found
water it does all life and gives fertile ground
without it there's no Light to life where in darkness set
those who follow hatred live in Death forget

Awake awake oh sleeper lift your eyes on High
Love is the only thing we're assured can never die
It holds the universe together exists for all Time
like God we hold its passing memory deeply in our mind

Fall I do in worship beneath its gaze I bow
that into his presence by Son he does allow
to let us stand before him and take us in embrace
when we become like him we will know his face

sources Song of Solomon 8:6-7 Galatians 5:14-25
1Cor 13:12 1John 3:1-6 Titus 1:2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LARK'S SONG

Every tree in the garden has bloomed in mild afternoon,
brushing with their branches the perfumed rose bushes below;
why hasn't her mate returned: it's spring and the doves coon!
There's a certain sadness in the sun's cheerless glow...
the lark's song is utterly sad to make any sensitive heart cry;
what kind of comfort can I give her, if not another alibi?
 


Let me listen to her notes that sound like melodies once written with quills;
it's a sorrowful message sent over miles of forests and blooming hills,
and it echoes in valleys and plains touched by the softness of the skies...
will he hear it and fly back in a matter of hours to console the one in demise? 
If I could communicate in song, I'd tell her not to lose heart or worsen her plight;
she must wait without giving up hope and not be afraid of the moonless night.  


Details | Free verse | |

Frames

Frames hold nature best.

A shafting of light sifts gray marsh and water--
turning past dim hills of hay
solemn in silence.

An essence of earthworms fill the air
as light seeps through a colander of clouds,
catching the ephemeral cattle in a vase of sun.

How gentle is the hand that lightly places
and is gone
as evening rings clear and cool
             like the edge of a wine glass.


Details | Free verse | |

Natural Order of things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song


Details | Verse | |

My Time

No sun has ever shone
So clear through the night
No moonbeam ever glown
So true with delight
The more I look
The more I see
When something new
Occurs to me

No winds have ever blown
With no change in sight
No mind's-eye ever known
Such meaningful flight
The more I dream
The more I sleep
Where space and time
Are mine to keep


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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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


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Halcyon

Sunset
a living sketch
colours curled together like smoke
in shades gold and plum
oblivious inspiration
to my humbled brush


Details | I do not know? | |

A Walk in the Wind

8-16-2011  A walk in the wind    

As the oncoming train approaches,

The searing pitch of the metals of the rail whine higher,down through the middle of this once small town,

The chatter and the traffic come to a stop,as the deafening horns blast for miles,

 Farther away  I walk through the park,Northern winds curls my hair around my face

,As I wish I had bundled myself for the occasion,which crossed my mind momentarily,

Swaying the swings,the wind blows briskly, causing the the ball to tether and tall trees to bend,

The swirling of leaves come in waves, the way the rain did the other of these days,

Scents of Winters first burning fireplaces adore my nose which is cold to the tip,

In my mind I hear the crackle and see a yellow dancing flame with a cindering red glow,in my mind, in my home

I can’t wait ,I will be warm, standing there brushing off the cold,


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Her Summertime Show

She waits to perform,
bursts to bloom, the tree her stage.
Us, her audience.


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Autumn

fallen leaves are here
breathe taking scenic views
fallen leaves are here


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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


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Engagement

Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again

As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields

For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth

Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you

She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained

These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure

The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne

For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant

There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt

With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile

She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight

Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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ON SUCH A SNOWY EVENING

On such a snowy evening
When cold wind makes everyone shudder
And numbs senses with its fang,
The ever-warm heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When trees shed dry leaves like tear
And melodious birds stop singing,
The ever-green heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone sinks in sleepy snow-layer
And life becomes tiresome and boring,
The ever-awake heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone alienates from each other
And the hateful death roams to sting,
The ever-loving heart remembers her


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine What You Can't See

The guns, the shooting, the fighting, the war. A young soldier hugs his family as he waits by the door. He knows he's ready, he knows he's right. He stayed up packing and praying all through the night. He's been training, but he's never been there, he can only imagine and prepare. His plane takes off, his heart beats fast, he's leaving for war at last. In his hand he holds a picture of his mom, dad, brother and his sister. He holds it tight and quietly wishes them farewell, he closes his eyes as tears start to swell. The plane lands in the hot heat, quickly he gets ready to jump from his seat. He runs screaming into the dark and stops, what he sees makes his heart drop. Famine, fear, diseases spread. People lying in the streets dead. Laying in the dark, staring at the moon's glare. He can only picture a gruesome nightmare.


Details | I do not know? | |

Misery

Misery suffering pain
these are 3 of the same
a chemical in your brain
they kill to get out and play
they love to make you insane
from when you get up to end of your day
Music friends happiness
these 3 effect you alike 
they boost your mood and psych
They make it worth waiting till night
If your world is dark they provide light
they make it easy to see your future is bright
just maybe one day it will all be alright


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FLOWERS OF TUSCANY

Geraniums
with brilliant
colors like sunset,
sway under cypress trees of the scented hills,
as April winds
invite the anxious lovers not to engage in words;
yet silence 
allows their romance...  


Daisies
of bright yellow,
as that they were
painted on canvas
by young and vibrant Giotto, 
who constantly pursued true perfection
in his unique style;
a shepherd boy he was:
soon to be worldly famous
as one of the greatest painters!
And Florence like Naples,
ignited his ambition
and passion to make his 
striking paintings look so real...


Lilacs
of different colors,
swarming the idyllic landscape,
to give spring 
an exuberant gentleness and more essence;
to make the observer fonder
of their existence,
and most-times the bright sunrise 
blends in to inspire 
whoever contemplates,
to concede this transformation too unreal...


Roses
dangling from small balconies;
gardenias gracefully waving 
in the the stone-paved square, 
bewildering me with their incomparable beauty!
I stumble upon the wild flowers blooming abundantly,
and I'm so amazed and unable to speak poetically: 
that you have made Nature
an efflorescent Paradise of harmony! 
I will await three long seasons,
and treasure these vernal petals;
not fearing time or adversity...


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woodland ballet

woodland ballet ~ branches sway gracefully leaves pirouette


Details | I do not know? | |

Opened eyes of a daydreamer

7-8-2011   Eyes that follow the setting of the sun,

Ears which hear the crashing of the waves,

Gently laying the rising tide at the sea shore’s feet, smells of moist salty seaweed,

Comes forth as another pleasant cool breath,unfolding the darkness of the night of the ocean’s stare,

I’m quickly walking, running from the pearly waves,

I stop to see, smell, hear, and feel, The star bright night against the oceans might,

Just to imagine where I’ve been,again my mind takes flight.


Details | Couplet | |

Through the glade

The maidens face, fair and pure
The Devils will, sinister and obscure

She runs gracefully among the oleanders through the glade
Deep below, evil lurks, above light begins to fade

Darkness stretches across the land, spurring the young lady’s imagination
Rushing to the surface, Satan hides behind her nervous elation

Devious thoughts of goblins and witches dance through her mind
He feeds off of the desires and urges that tempt human kind

She falls asleep under a great oak tree, intoxicated by her vivid dreams
In her slumber he speaks to her, gently whispering “Not everything is as it seems.”

Springing to her feet she sprints back through the trees
Silently he watches her as she flees


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30

The band is the storm
Thunder cracking
Rain drops beating a steady rythym
The whistling wind
The crashing and the thrashing
It's an orchestra you see

Coarse a musician with untrained eyes and ears
see nothing in this band
All they hear or see
Is racket and fear

I, myself, see a story
Never told before
I am a dancer in the rain
Hearing their self speaking stories
In my sensitive ear


Details | I do not know? | |

Full Moon

There`s nothing as pure
and nothing as round
nothing as bright or
white as snow nothing
as graceful to me
ivory full moon


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Untitled

Sprouted in soil,
not rich nor poor
surprisingly the seedling grows under
the toughest conditions.

Nature is false, though one may not believe-
the burning in the blistering summer,
the drowning in the spring
the Identity ripped away in the fall
and the double edge of winter,
beautiful and bitter.

Only time has shown appreciation
towards the seedling, giving it
Knowledge,
on a daily basis, now a sapling
strength and wisdom acquired
each new year; something gained
nothing lost

But nature furious at time's progression-
takes the rage out on the sapling;
a branch broken
Time heals this injury
but more are sure to follow as the anger rises,
so does the intensity of these wounds
later a storm progresses
and lightning strikes
the sapling suffers at the rage of nature.

A sole protector stands Alone
guarding the Treasure,
as old and beaten,
Alone, against the world-
Always fighting,
refusing any help, this is Her fight.
heartwood exposed
to nature's elements and insects
that attack the vulnerable possession.

Another joins the fight-
waving away objections
bringing tools to heal,
helping to guard
Giving-in
accepting help-
now two brave the world,
burdens shared, protection from harm,
a sacred Treasure.


Details | Rhyme | |

After tne Storm

A vision high and so enchanting
Of sunlight off rainbow slanting
Minuscule droplets rays refracting
Light expanding and retracting

Through prism lens colors bending
To form a rainbow spectrum blending
A never-ending arch of wonder
Beginning at the end of thunder

A warm and ethereal hue 
The world awash in colors new
Of bright, fresh tones in shades of green
And picture perfect sky serene


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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 | Rondeau | |

Rondeau for June

 It's June, my fields of Poppies grow
Covering weeds and grass, and so
To fill my eye with colors as such
It gives to the heart a sudden rush.
Waving as His wind will blow.
In June we see the sunset glow
We see the heat in wavy rows
We swim and fish and play so much
It's June.

Baseball games we love to go
All the grass we hate to mow
In the evening falls a hush.
In June we feel our lovers touch
In our heart we forever know,
It's June.


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Other Side of the Riverbed

On the silent riverbed, she stood
Where the softer wind had blown
Against the ground, she glistered star's light 
And eclipsed nature's splendor grown

Yet beauty tempted not my interest
Though her allure gleams upon thrones
But a sorrowful sound out her breath
Revealed a sorrow unknown

With the edge of elegy, she sung
A celestial kiss of tone
Heard angelic gentle melodies
And had my bleeding heart sewn

A mortal, mortally mesmerized
My reality away thrown
In fanciful fret, fraud my own heart
To lust for a heart of stone  

Was she a more perfect life than He
So to have been disowned?
Belle of heaven, curse my tenderness
But let me join in atone

In that frigid callousness of night
Her divine shine has shown
That the saddest thing for an angel  
Is for her to shine alone


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Growing Equation

Curled locks hang from head
Sunflower transparency
Comparative growth


Details | Free verse | |

Silent Chimes of tonights sky

The glimmering stars
with their eternally
silent chimes 
of white, red, blue, and yellow
an orchestra
 of colors
heard by few
seen by all
glistening instruments
tuned out by those
who hear only the noise
embraced by those
who hear its music,
seen by one and all
heard by none
but the ones
who hear the notes
of spaces only
symphony.


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The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Jacob(my bio)

Jacob
Musician, artist. poet , student
Brother of Niko, Anna Lee, and Alex
Lover of heavy metal music, nature, death, and poetry
Who feels forgotten, pain, loss, love, and expressive
Who fears cancer, family death, and banning of poetry
Who would like to see the Amazon rain forest, the Galapagos and Tazmania
resident of Cumming Georgia
Wölf
??


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 


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Turkey Vulture

oh what can I use
to the bird of my choice lure
the turkey vulture


Details | Rhyme | |

Rose of Blue

Flower of amazingly different hues.
My favorite color grows upon you.
Feeling that I could give the clues,
Bearing upon my soul so true,

Solemn words that I may share.
Might dry your petals so fair,
My thoughts I will keep within.
While you glisten without sin,

Understanding what it is you do.
Bringing happiness from your view,
Whispering soft and gentle woos.
My heart annexed by passionate blues.


Details | Classicism | |

SUMMER SNOW

         Forever, comes to mind and peaks where the snow stays.
                                                                              James Galvin

From the mountain that seemed to rise straight up
at the end of the city street´s racket, its heat
and black- laced carbon, a wedge of snow
lodged in a ravine:

White as a skull chunk, but,
as the right clock might
--giving the wrong time--white
as this morning´ milk.

And then, this evening, from our bedroom window,
I swear, you could see it whitely pulsing,
still holding all the day´s light in
--would not give it up--
white as a bleached brain
scrubbed of all thought,
of what this white paper might be
but for being marred by thought.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Human Nature Of LOVE

The Human Nature Of Love

Human-beings were not created to be on their OWN

From birth, we yearn for love as if it’s our HOME

Loving relationships, morej joyful than TROUBLESOME

Like an addict, never to be on your LONESOME

Memories of the toss and turns, the sleepless NIGHTS

Whether it is excitement or worries, strangely it feels so RIGHT

Days of a single life, memories far GONE

Now an item, were you ever ALONE?

The stares, the giggles, the play, a kiss under the shinning MOON

Poetry in motion, will it be over too SOON?

Roller-coaster rides of ups and DOWNS

Cycles of Smiles and FROWNS

The burning desire, what a FEELING

The flames blazing heat, what a HEALING

A heavenly flight to cloud nine, high up ABOVE

Does anything compare to the human nature of LOVE?



Love is like any DRUG. It can heal, it takes you high, its ecstasy, its excitement, its attachment and its addicting. But yet such a serene and incomparable feeling can bring one to their knees.

THE TRUTH: Love with just JUST YOUR HEAD then your inclined to heartlessness ( or selfishness), stupidity, blindness through the eyes (all that glitters isn't gold), you'll lose the most precious (true diamonds), and you'll have a delusion of reality (materialism, appearance and others are not constant).
Love with JUST YOUR HEART then you'll be imprisoned with naivety, no self respect (selflessness) and you'll love stones instead of diamonds.

TRUE LOVE: Love with BOTH THE HEART AND HEAD, then blossom with fireworks of perfection. The heart's unconditional love (selflessness) combined with the head's conditional love (Selfishness) will create A NEW DIMENSION OF BLISS; a beautiful chemistry secure enough and worth the while.

THE MESSAGE: Don't be afraid to love because it's sweet, it's beautiful, nothing compares, life without it has no depth, it's human nature.  How will you know? Just trust your feelings. Dance and feel the heat with SOMEBODY WHO LOVES YOU!

By Hussein Farah
Written 09/2010 (Edited 02/20112)


Details | Free verse | |

Silken Green

Silken green
in hues of piquancy- 
sheltered moss, 
under fringes of fungus;
separated by nature's vibe,
spores lace the Earth,  
and thrum against
the open sores 
that gape at midnight moil.
 
Treacherous stubs, 
clung to by the hands 
of fifteen near six,
crisping the ruffles, 
by her sweat and poise.  

Barley silenced breath, 
fermented in a heat of the kettle, 
bulbs of silken green
in hues of piquancy, 
remind me that I should leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

high

oh, Gold and silver in the sky
Fading into blue
I sit around and wonder why
I only think of you
These thoughts: they wander to and fro
Like pendulums in clocks
but only in your shining face
does the moving stop


Details | Ballad | |

IMPARISHABLE TREASURE

Treasure like the moon, so close i can see it, yet so far from my reach.

Treasures like you, always there close for reach maybe too close for my notice.

What treasures i have found, such treasures i will selfishly keep.

For i bared the lands of men, scraping for that one particular treasure,

that all life is worth & without it, purpose in life we cannot fathom.

Beautiful treasures truely i found yonder, of exquisite workmanship.

All finely cut from various pracious stones of vibrant hues.

Through time the treasures proved perishable and worthless,

they left me holding the wind in my bosom, as afore i had got them.

All despair and pain praising all life worthless.

All out and afar to yonder space, i gave chase to the winds

'till i was winded and outdone & in my firm grasp i unfurl the wind and

my gaze (bour) upon it, as pracious time wasted.

Then i met you, treasure like the moon, your voice called & i answered,

and right there i beheld your presence.

Your voice unfurling treasure, your eyes exuding love.

Then i caught hold of a nugget and now the winds i've chased made sense, i've longed & found

a nugget that fits me well................


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 | I do not know? | |

The river and the lake

Half April days were forfeit by the moon
When the cold flames alit from the sky,
Dry leaves are consumed by the whirl,
Gone and drowned to the dark bottom.
 
A woman was resting on a river bank,
Her hand idling over her bosom,
Thousand night eyes watching her
and flowing with the dim water curse.
 
My query ripped the stillness
Of the hushing cicadas on the trees:
“Do you think love is like this river?
Eager to travel by open seas?
My heart flows like the fire trail
Of the falling star in the endless sky.”
 
She blinked and I saw a tear,
A tear I saw before she said:
“Then you do not love me, woe me…”
And she threw a pebble on the water…
“This is like a kiss and nothing has changed…”
 
The waters flowed among the weed…
The waters flowed among the weed…
 
“My love is like a lake with cold waters
Waiting the sun to rise on the horizon,
The swallow can hunt on my surface
for the darting fishes without success:
in my depth there is a siren’s melody:
which voyager will be too bold to hear?
The sky is blue as the virgin cloth
And like the mirror-like surface of my soul.”
 
I leaned and breathed on her lips,
and when she breathed on my lips
The air was cool and her heart silent –
But on her eyes, water lilies I could see.”
 


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He

Thou who eyes are so heavenly, beauty in such abundance, with love that shows 
no sin lips did I kiss. Gentle art thy lips, sweet is thy taste, tempting is thy touch to 
which I have been embraced. Hast not my desires been given life this very night. My 
heart can surely plea for more of this journey that I’m taking is it not mine heart that 
thou hast taken. Deep art thy treasure that beckon me to explore; you leave me 
with a question of how much of you I can endure. Your name, your touch, and your 
words give life to my nature which with every word and touch my nature desires 
much further. My youth does not exclude me from this abundance of love that with 
one look into thine eyes weakens my sense of pride. Some wonder how long this 
will last I say forever which means never done, never over.


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 | ABC | |

Life is Beautiful

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Life is beautiful; see the nature and its call
Life is gracious see the abundance of rainfall
Life gives us smile see a baby and its crawl
Life is also a struggle see the sorrow and downfall

Life gives you precious pearl, if leader is our GOD
Life has its own art see inside your heart
Life is full of love; shower them to all
Life will be worth living with blessings and rewards

God bestowed us a living creativity 
His Nature speaks it all
Find a new life everyday, for God’s glory revolves
Life is really beautiful, See Superb Art of GOD .

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Spectrum Delight

Against Blazing Countryside Delicate Eternal Flora Grows Having Intense Jurisdiction, Keeping Limitless Motion Now On Prairie, Quiet Rolling Skies, Take Undeniable victory, With Xanthous Yielding Zone.


revised
written for
Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name Nature’s Bounty  


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Murder of a Betrayed Soul

Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? 
 As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty?
Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn’s first kiss.
Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter?
Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? 
As the season’s tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush?
Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society’s thoughtless whims.
Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. 
Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. 
Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? 
Have you betrayed your soul?

                                                                                                                                Summer Gratias


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Lovely Day

The summer breeze teases
my barely survived wintered-skin
and the lush green tickles my feet as
I walk through the morning's watering eyes,
up high, the heat is there, it's hot, but not yet hot enough
to reach the surface of nature's beauty.
It's still.
And though the wind whips my blonde,
protecting my survived skin,
it's beautiful.
And the water twinkles,
rippling like the wrinkles of the elderly,
soft yet calming.
They're reassuring.
And one day I hope to be a part of that twinkling part of nature,
become one with nature's elders,
safe and sound.
And as the branches grow simultaneously,
the concrete remains grey. Unchangeable. Unique.
That concrete, the same one that remains conditioned by heaps of snow,
rain, mud, muck of all sorts,
stays exactly the way it was once made.
So that it can take the million walkers, bikers, cars and buses. 
And it can remain a loyal invention of mankind,
surrounded by the beauty of 
Spring


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Secret of Haiku

secret of haiku
witty and simple beauty,
right in front of you


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Broken Gems

 A flower petal
Bloomed out against sky dancing ...
Humming bird hoovers

Wings and heart posing
On a pinnacle of leaf ...
The eye snapshots love

Leaking through slow leaves
Shadowing the humming wings ...
Hibiscus with wine.

Poised on wing, air still
Honey in the flowers heart ...
The humming bird feeds.

A broken gem spills
From flowers dripping with sunlight ...
The humming bird flies

by
David Smalling




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Gaia's Spell

Grass has started sprouting
                                in the scorching Sahara.


Strange bugs have started devouring
                                          nuclear power plants.


Flowers scent are clearing the smog
                                                in the cities and towns.


The oceans are healing themselves
                                         from the oil spills.


Gaia's spell has become visible to ALL!


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Where I was

I was arriving home one night
The smell of smoke clinging to my shirt
The laughs at the café humming around my ears

The sky above, a homely grey
I looked up at the sky, something I should do more often
But my gaze kept climbing and straining
Picks in hand, over and over, almost draining
Held back by a concrete behemoth
On all three sides of my limited vision
All I saw was wall

My claustrophobic heart scrambled away from these encroaching giants
I forced my eyes against the dread, they whimpered, I felt the same
Up, and up, rolling up, gravity cringed, still I looked
And all I saw was wall
All kinds of painted wall

Red, orange, brown
Grey
Grey skies
Magnetic flesh, my eyes guzzling in the grayness, like starved infants at their mothers breast
My heart slowed, the hum of the café carried away in the breeze
Echo of laughter
Grey skies

Then and there I happened upon a realization
I was as far away from Earth as I could ever be standing there  on that artificial blanket of tar

The funny thing about assumptions you see
Is that they seem so right
The feeling of discovery, some coveted grand mystery
Then that dreadful moment of enlightenment, the proclamation of self doubt
The moment that some unnamed flock of white bird
Charges through my faulty reasoning
Streaking across Grey skies

And just at that very same moment, squinting
Drinking in the white mass of life fleeing my stare
On that dark, humid night
The echo of laughter still in the air, clinging to my shirt, muddled in smoke
Choking my sense of belonging, I knew exactly
Where I was

© Samir Georges
2009


Details | Tanka | |

Patchwork Tales

Under a sea of

Kiwi and lime, linen is

The medium of

Choice. Uniquely blended, it

Adds texture to the landscape.


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The Earth

The Earth
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 26, 2011

Sitting in the breeze
Wind whispering through the trees
Sun shining bright in the sky
Accept it, do not wonder why
The world is a wonderous place
And covers an awesome space
Accept it as it is
As surely it will be, it tis
For all life abounds
It is always with us around
Accept it
Do not reject it
For from his birth
Our God created this earth


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To be loved

Like an eagle in butcher’s corners
Some have embraced it like sands
They are the chicks of hen mothers
Protected from the hard craws of hard beaked birds

Though all in the spherical are
Most from milk teeth are thy denied.
Hovering from every tom & harie
Looking like a raining season vulture

That petched on dry wood.
With feathers like an avian infulexa bird.
 Aching of heart at moon time is thy mood.
With oceans flowing through their lids.

To be loved thy are privilege
Enjoy by the class of privilege.



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A Divine Autumn Day

How glad my soul's eyes were, to see
such a beautiful sight! It was as though a piece of heaven
was brought down on Earth by an Invisible Hand. The red and yellow leaves
reflecting on a pond;
the pond as clear as a giant crystal;
and the air calm, with only serene silence,
a feeling of divinity got hold of me!


Details | Haiku | |

...a scatter of cones

a scatter of cones
all among the dandelions
finds golden retreat


Details | Free verse | |

Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!


Details | Imagism | |

God's Supremacy

Sleepless God!
Who is like You?
When people go to bed,
You keep watch over them
You never sleep;
When people wake up
You remain awake
Neither sleep nor slumber
You engage in no one
When will You go to bed?
That people too,
Will keep watch over
or take a rest?
While people operates their own too,
But……………………
You created the night for sleep
And monitor that
Which You created!
You make provision for rest
And watch how it works
Oh mighty God,
You are Supreme


Details | I do not know? | |

Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
.
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…
..........x

.
who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

.
Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

.
whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.


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Rond Point

This is Rond Point, A multitude of people with a flare of cultures, An entropic junction with an atmosphere of trade in a fanfare of items, Standing still in this magnificent human-like iron statue, It has yet remained diverse in its people But unique in style, fashion and name! Rond Point Deido, the banks of the Wouri


Details | Imagism | |

The Beauty in Autumn

She, meaning that of something of nature.
Something born pure of wonders and such beauty. 
Autumn, the time of year when all tree’s bloom that of color and love.
When the leaves fall to the ground to which it lye’s. 
To there to which was thought of love from far.
As it was there my heart laid in thought.
As the wind blows through this cool autumn day.
As this day we have crossed in life.
But this day have I seen Autumn’s Beauty she portrays.
It’s there deep in soul I want to touch her.
As I think what it would be like for our lips to touch in such a passion.
In a manor of discrete and commitment.
To feel the true love to which autumn has inspired the sky’s to frost air.
To feel the warm, soothing breeze; she enhances my soul.
As I lye here in the leaves in the center of the woods.
I stare at the clouds rolling through the tree tops.
You know its beauty that enlightens the air.
As I sat and gaze at the mountains and curves she portrays.
To watch her move across the floor heaven has laid.
Captures my heart in many ways.
As the beauty of autumn is an inspiration to me everyday.
I know it’s something pure; God has put in my life this day.
I know I would be blessed that of an angel of heavens best.
As autumn I think of this day.
That just to have her love would be like that of a snow fall cover.
As nature was very kind with the scenery of the landscape.
As I would love her in many ways a snow flake would melt.
That the snow Tip Mountains wouldn’t be that of a cold snow drift lay.
But everyday would be a warm Beauty of Autumn love at blaze.


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Butterfly

Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.

It’s ok this time 
That my tears are for me.
I trust myself,
Just this once.

Tears of retribution
Of anger and utter joy.
My life in peaceful turmoil.
Love and pain in chaotic harmony.

Just for a change
I can be strong enough to change.
Change my heart 
And all my life.

Peaceful and complete
In hope and dismay.
My feet firmly planted 
In the Rock in which I anchor.

Just like a caterpillar,
I am curled up
Unready to break through
Into the world.

One day when my heart’s complete.
My wings will unfold
And I a beautiful butterfly
Will grace the world.

A short time I will live.
Until the old becomes cocooned.
A new life at rebirth,
A new coat of colours to show.

With my new life I will strive
To change my heart and my soul.
Beauty shall be my end product
In power will my beauty be displayed.



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AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE EARTH

 

With much efforts and tolerance, he created me,
like a bird making its heavenly abode upon a tree
he later sculpted clay and became the universal potter,
and then i was blessed with my son Adam and Eve, my daughter!
they were innocent and contented like a devotee in a temple,
but soon marked my downfall by eating the forbidden apple!

Today my heart is bleeding the blood that nourished you,
oh!its the dumb sore of your daggers its true! 
you have constructed skyscrappers by trimming my hair,
my fields are becoming deserts but none to care.
You've made polluting factories to satisfy your needs,
Oh! you forgot its these gases that your earth breathes!

you've drilled holes in my heart to run your cars with my blood,
but my son these are melting my hands and ill result in flood.
my veins that irrigated your farms and quenched your thirst,
are blocked by the garbage that you accumulate on my crust.
you've made colonies and marked boundaries amongst you,
Once there was only swords and now there are missailes too!

Oh! I am helpless, i can't oppose,
but will you survive, if I die suppose?


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Unconfirmed

Unidentified
Upon this night before me
Mysterious view


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Sunlight

Hints of gold swarms the tips of trees
a treasure chest lingers up high
and bowing in the breeze at your presence
beckoning your eyes to lift from the floor

I touch at the brilliance
and warmth bursts through my veins
wrapping me up in nature's film
protecting, collecting, dissecting thoughts

Only now is the moment
it will soon be gone and the glinting sky
will be poisoned by grey
as swirling winds brush away the sun

This is my nature
lingering thoughts echoed throughout
as day becomes night in my soul
and the beautiful day fades to another

sometimes lost; sometimes found
always at one with the world.


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Quatrain | |

The Stare


A primate with disfigurement...

His stare, facing back at me...

A crystal he was holding...
his light ascended truthfully...

His wild cry escaped-with defiant will...

This dream no script pretend...

his judgement sorely with impale

his identity has been refused...

his freedom in deep detail...

Soon the same will fall to some...

due to cruelty and abuse...

His denial remains, 

his life locked somewhere in his truth...


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom

This is your time, Do you see that this is your time? 
The rain has united with the sun and  when it falls it shall bring water to the Earth.  
The sun will cast  colors as the rain falls.  
The beauty that will be seen, will be across the sky. 
Seems that the Birds would taste the sprinkles of the water, 
as they pass the bright colors of the bow that is placed in the sky. 
This is your time to shine.  
The sky will unite with clouds, and cause an beautiful array, of whiteness, for all to see. 
This is your time, to stand and be free. 
The wind has united with the gentle breeze, this will cause the mixing of aroma that will ride along the gentle breeze. 
The smell so free and sweet. 
Twirl and swirl upon the warm breeze.
This is your time to breath. The air will be sweet, and damp. 
This is your time, to dance.
The Earth will cause music to flow through the trees, 
Can you hear the sound? Listen to all that is clean and new.  
The uniting of nature, that is so crisp, it is safe here.
You will only be seen through the glass covered sky, Seen by his eye.
This is your time, Twirl, and dance, feel the earth between you toes. Twirl, sweetness.
Let, the woes, diminish. You are so beautiful here. So very lovely.
This is you, this is forever. You are united here, with your creator.
He can hear you without speaking. This is your time to smile.
This is your time to become who the Lord wants you to become.
Quietness, will fill your being, united. Peaceful and still. Let the wind 
Blow  through you. This is your time, So lovely so pure.
  SarahL. Bowman


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Clouds in C major

clouds come
clouds crumb
clouds create
clouds collate
clouds cover
clouds color
clouds cruise
clouds crush
clouds cuddle
clouds change
 
clouds carry
clouds cry
clouds comfort
clouds circumscribe
clouds commingle
clouds camp
clouds cumber
clouds cut
clouds curate
clouds cage
clouds chase
 
© Ellie Daphne


Details | Free verse | |

Paints The Sky

She paints the sky with white and blue, 
With a stroke of her hand, a paradise for two. 
She paints the sky, where our love reigns true. 
But now she paints the sky with shifting clouds, dark colors, shades, and hues. 
What has happened here, in our paradise, just me and you? 
The sun has set, in this idealistic world, now bleeding down the canvas, lost and untrue.
She has raped my sky, with lines, foreign colors, and haikus. 
She riddles me lies, promising if my heart stays true, 
The sun will rise again, in this monstrosity, built in the minds of we two. 
Next time she strokes the brush, I expect bright colors, shades, and hues. 
But this time something unexpected happens, 
This time, 
She paints the sky, 
Monsoon.


Details | Diamante | |

isn't funny.

the lines roll off our lips or the words that were so hard to find while in love come to
us like water from a fall,
the colors we see while our hearts are full brighten our world yet blind us to the words
that make anyone understand,
roses are red yada yada yada some thing about you, a love smitten lover, a boyfriend, or
husbands call,
if you read it and fill what they are saying love surrounds you, if you turn away click to
the next poem heart ache makes it's stand,
in love we see all that is right,
in heart ache pain is all that is in sight,
a smile filled with love,
tears of ache fall as we curse the heaven above, 
yesterday you were the brightest of them all
 today i see he/she just made you fall,
was it the love song, the long walk,.
the way your eyes locked, or the all night talk,
you fell, or shell I say you jumped head first into love are thats what you thought,
writers block right .... you could only say I love you in so many ways,
now in pain you see it was all for not,
now you write the words that that others want to say,
isn't it funny in love your creative, alone.....your a poet,
they greatest poems ever written are sad,
love poems never seem....to fit,
love is patent love is kind love is what we have and had
and a broken heart walks alone on a empty sea shore,
isn't it funny .....love and hate .....forever and never more, 


 
       


Details | Free verse | |

Bond Age

Oh , Israel of God
        how your King has loved you
your courtyard paved
        with instructions made of gold
your teaching is transparent
         like pane glass windows
and their views
         our heart and minds enfold
 
Each step we take
brings us a little closer
          to the doors of never turning back
they are built
          upon a firm foundation
the walls framed       a solid fortress
that defy the adversarial attack
 
Within dwells the Throne
         of the most High
his standards the highest
         virtues man can pursue
the fruit of undeserved kindnesses
         and of their loyalty
the things we must always practice
         and to that course be always true
 
Beyond the veiled curtain
        where the high priest        calls on you
the place of flawless love
        where our Lord has entered to
 
Oh city of the King
        how we love you
all roads lead
        to the temple mount
there dwells the clean and holy
and those residents
         a census only you can count
 
Her construction
is overseen by the master builder
who is the architect
of every master plan
his workers skilled and proficient
and they are trained
by their own masters hand
 
They have collected
everything considered precious
that can be found
within the hearts of men
to the King as gifts of presentation
are the hearts of those
who are serving him
 
Oh Beloved husband
I was made for you
everything you sought after
is my delighting you
 
It is your happiness
I serve
you have offered all your treasures
which is more than I deserve
 
You found me in the fields
and in my bondage chained
you severed me from slavery
to the course you have proclaimed
 
If it were not for you
I would never know the cost
what really is worth dying for
the paradise of Love we lost
 
No shame in being naked
where my heart and mind you see
I want this kind of closeness
for all eternity.....
 
sources , Song of Solomon
and the minor prophets
and the spirit of Truth
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

I am

So here I stand, an empty man
The one who never found his soul
Thus here I know, and here I die
The life that never knew its sigh

Was lost in something more than this
Was begging but to find release
To wash away the crimson tears
Within your eyes, without your fears

I find the wilted rose can't last
It fades, it withers still too fast
But I can't bring myself to leave
All of these empty memories

And I've known the sunrise
To bring tears to my eyes
And I've seen the sunset
Wash away my regret
And I've felt all these tears
Wash away what were years
I have felt, in that night,
That true love was true sight

So here I kneel, an empty man
Who's drowned his soul within the rain
So here I die, so here I've lived
My heart was all that I could give
I've plunged my life into my pain
My heart could never feel the same
My soul is broken once again
As I drown in these tears of rain


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Free verse | |

Things I Love

Coffee probably tops my list
then it's rocks I can hold in my fist
postcards from friends on vacation
fresh ground roast coffee from the plantation
just love that fresh ground roast aroma
then I always wanted to visit the city, Roma
Then on to Paris and maybe London
back home I always keep the light on
of the dark I am afraid
but I love things that are hand-made
modern gospel music warms my soul
just as much as home-made soup in a bowl
reading biographies I find interesting
just as friends who are good at listening
sitting in my rocking chair
maybe even brushing my hair
spending sunset at the beach
eating a fresh golden Georgia peach
writing poetry is an absolute must
just as much as building God's trust
reading the Bible each day
is just as important as it is to pray
I could go on forever
God's universe is ever so clever!

SKB
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


Details | Rhyme | |

BEAUTY

Gentleness invokes kinship,
more than trust's oft biased recommend,
that fills my warranty for beauty's own in crypt,
I thank thee God, for measures in contend!

Forever, in that beauty were love's tend,
the faith between true friendship might erupt,
still it is forceful, deft attainment's quip,
mere looking gives to Soul, some filling up!

And see thee still, in all my eyes do ground,
wherein love's mercy must have contemplate,
if it were loathsome in some vile resound,
my heart would not have of these words found state!

Oh beauty, you are mine, not underrate,
the vestige I did yearn to so expound,
when will is chastised so, the quiet sedate
does moisten my eyes swell, no more impound!

Thy beauty love, be love, in nature's gate,
the seaming center of this garment's strung
holds empathy as moment's turn belay
the love that I do feel, be inward sung!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Truth in Love

~*~ The Truth in Love~*~

My truth lies not in the undulating waves
of the oceans tides
nor the ever changing moon
that endless is her guide
for the truths are hidden
in her great watery skirts
shadowed in her depths,
where lies with truth will flirt
yet high above the waters,
in the skies touched blue and gold
lies a pristine mountain valley
with all the truth ones heart can hold
for the wonder and the beauty
lie naked to the eye
life and love and happiness
enough to make one cry
and trimmed in sparkling wonder,
high atop the peaks
the stars dance nightly with the thunder
as the teardrops stain my cheeks
for never has more beauty,
and truth been spoken so true
as that within the mountain valley
where my heart resides with you


Details | I do not know? | |

schlaunter

Spring paints so many shades and hues of green
I swear she's Erin born
dancing mad till lazy Summer's sun
she's gone before she's e'er begun
the aftertaste of her laughing taunting teasing fling
makes winter's long cold torture easy on my soul of souls
pipes and strings and songs to sing
she greenly springs on eire


Details | Haiku | |

Oh My God

grand canyon viewing
red orange yellow granit stone
woven by the Gods


Details | Haiku | |

The Ghost of Dead Tree

the ghost of dead tree
comes in new form, reflecting
the artist’s image 


Details | Rhyme | |

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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BLUE

Blue is a cool color; 
sophisticated like a vintage of fine wine.
It is tranquility;
a shiny black diamond in the light-play;
a raven in the sun.
A long sleep for the winter;
a snow white ground reflecting the shadows
of it’s surroundings.
Blue is the taste of berries in my cereal;
my favorite cereal bowl and cup.
a new candy, sweet and crunchy.
Blue is the ocean water and whales and
the sky at the beach on a day of my 
summer vacation.  
New sandals that protect 
my feet from the burning sands.
Blue is a spinning globe in space;
a place called home;
a large womb I birthed from.
Blue is my new jacket, 
new curtains for my bedroom; 
the carpet that my pets love to nap on.
Blue is music; 
a crying guitar singing the blues.
Blue is light and sound and laughter and tears.
It is cool spaces, a canvas sky; 
Tranquil and serene.
A color in a rainbow; 
Strawflowers in the garden;
my favorite fountain pen.
Blue is peace on a tired evening,
after a rage-red day at the office.
And unlike most people,
when I’m in a blue mood,
it’s a good thing!


Details | Pastoral | |

Moab( town in Utah)

Journey centuries passed
walk its trailblazers' path
old memories photographed
are sacred keys to Moab's past

Red sandstone canyons surround 
an old western town
its sacred fertile ground
and white sunlight grew sunflowers
near burningwood powered
homes nestled in verdant canyon meadows
where oxen roamed and travelers settled
cooled by cloud color blend and snow capped Rocky Mountains
gracing blue twilight skies growing dark 
over Canyonland Park
bordering Colorado River
beneath summer star glittered nights
and china pearl moonlight

Morning summer dream 
day brings gentle air and amber tangerine skilight gleam

Nature's presents...eternal Earth's essence


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Green Valley

Below high mountains
Melting snow stimulates growth
Green valley now breathe


Details | Couplet | |

Brown Ice

In the freezes of the winter sunny-sets.
Brown icy lake then the sky turns Burnett. 
As the birds walk on ice underneith the hanging pecan trees. 
Looking for nuts, shelter., for comfort from the winter freeze.


Details | Alliteration | |

Infinite Number of Beings in a Lonely World

Have u ever felt so alone?

I mean,ur surrounded by others,but they don't hear u.

They don't feel ur pain.

They don't take ur hand, when u reach out to them.

They don't want to.

They are selfish.

Have u ever felt like u were in another world?

Like u were being ignored?

Like u were invisible?

Like the pain & hurt inside of u is a punishment for what u have done?

But what u've done, u don't know.

Have u ever wondered, what did I do to deserve this?

Ur heart is beating so rapidly.

Ur heart is crying so loudly;but still, no one can hear it.

The people in ur world just seem like the walking dead,

They are there,but it's no interaction.

Or could u be the dead one?

& could it be that u need someone to touch u to make u feel alive again.

Has ur body ever screamed out "Touch Me! Touch Me!" ?

Has ur heart ever cried out "Love Me! Love Me!" ?

Has ur soul ever hummed "Take Me! Take!" ?

Loneliness is an illness.

We die of a lack of companionship & longing for another's touch.

One can not live in a world of one.

One will go insane.

& If u shall feel this way, should u be near the point of insanity?

One will go crazy or die if one holds in waste,that shall be released.

It's more healthy to let out, rather than keep in.

But if u can not find a reliable object to direct, it does ur mind,body,& soul no good.

There's only so many days that go by that u can be content with urself,b4 u erupt.

A healthy mind, needs converstation. Talking to urslelf is pure insanity.

A healthy body needs to be consoled,nurtured,held. There's only so long,u can touch urself,without coming to realization that it's u.

A healthy soul needs to be calmed & at ease.

A healthy mind needs to be stimulated,with thoughts of peacefulness. When alone for so long, ur mind has negative thoughts & feelings.

Everyone seeks companionship,friendship,& a just a shoulder to cry on.

Most ppl have a cold shoulder or turn their back on a friend in need.

I just wanna know,is there anybody lonely out there?

Longing for someone to hold.

Growing out of patience, with no one to reach out to?

A room full of ppl,& u still feel alone?

Everybody needs somebody.

It really does take two.

Out of these many people in this whole wide world,Y do I feel so alone at times?

How can someone feel so alone in this world of infinite beings?

Its a question u've become all too familiar with.

& the answer is. .


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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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autumn's aura

Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia


Details | Rhyme | |

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Snow-capped Alps with snow-flowers
have crowned her for millions of years;
foreign armies oppressed her for centuries,
but her children fought them,
with swords and bravery to expel them
and reclaim their right of free citizens!


On this beautiful sea-washed land
rose a powerful city which governed an empire stretching
from England to North Africa
and from Spain to Syria; my forefathers never went to Ireland,
or had intentions go beyond the Rhine into Russia,
where the Huns didn't seem a threat to anyone happily living! 


Art flourished in every region: from North to South;
the builder, the sculptor and the painter  
gave their passionate souls to embellish her
with churches, cathedrals and monuments
that today the masses admire a lot...  
has anyone had these moments? 
 

By now you must have a hint
of which country I'm telling you about:
it is my magnificent Italy...
that boot-shaped country!


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Fibonacci | |

WE HAVE LIFT OFF

The
wings
of the
morning light
ignite a picture
painted in imagination's flight


Inspired by Psalm 139 :9


Details | Prose | |

My Fingernails Will Grow Back

Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon



Details | Haiku | |

I'm Very Passionate

my bleeding heart - pumps
purple passion just for you
drip drip drip drip drip






Tribute To 
Bleeding Heart Flowers
So Dainty But Beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Fall

Dark and cold as dawn sets in
And the grass is moist by the dew
So serene and blessed
How morning suddenly grew.
 
The sky lightens
Ready to greet the sun
The plants eagerly await
To soak in the heat as one.

Noon awakes, knowing its job
Is to warm the world
No wonder the sun is a god
Just hear the stream purl.

Soon the day turns to dusk
And the leaves continue to fall
The animals find their way home
As the sun sends its last call.

Darkness overshadows the light
And all that is visible are lit pumpkins
Until the sky welcomes the moon
More is seen when the shine begins.

Now nothing can take this away
That day and that night
The start of autumn
A mesmerizing sight.







Details | I do not know? | |

ADEI AETHIOPIA

Adei Aethiopia

O thy glory,tell to the highest
Thou hast secrets of thee testament
Glory glory to the highest
Thou hast blessings and yellow harvest.
Once in the yellow moon
Ye, once in the yellow moon
Omega hath thirteenth month
Alpha hath the beginning
Yellow carpets rise, Maskal birds singing.
Glory to thee yellow carpet
Yellow flowers hath yellow planet.
Praise thy yellowness,sing along glory
Bless thy yellow sun Merry! Merry! Merry!
Aethiopia O Adei
Adei O Aethiopia
Millenium Africa!!


Details | Narrative | |

vignette-LABOUR OF LOVE

Flora in a portrait style
In his unique botanic file
A tribute to von Linne,
Robert's liftime stint-
This monument in print

Tribute to Temple of Flora by Robert Thorton (1768-1837)


Details | Haiku | |

A Black Shadow Pries

a black shadow pries...
her earthly music floating
the moonlight dance


Details | I do not know? | |

The Wild Heart

From a quiet seat
I catch the falling rays
Distant water falls
Shouting as it plays
Life awakens life
By this, I remain
With the dying sun
Clouds in blood are stained
Silenced by the peace
My heart longs to remain
Soak up every sound
Hear the sweet refrain
Rhythm not in time, song not in rhyme
Never does it turn the same
Sweet as it goes, bright as it flows
The wild heart remains untamed


Details | Verse | |

Gazing

I gaze as my eyes cannot see.
Misty scenes cloud my odd senses
Floating above all that can be.
Valley below has no defenses.
Besides the eagle flying high,
Looking out, I cheer a mighty sigh.


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Haiku | |

Transposing Point

After the whirlwind
Breaking glory expels dark
Upon the season


Details | I do not know? | |

Mental Affair

I gaze a stalky single-helix cradle,
Squished so in seemingly hydrous blue cover,
Attracts square substantial planes in a bundle.

I embrace now feather's mass helve to ladle
Psychic portraits siphon to it in wander.
My fist fiddles as it scribbles on oodles.

Cuts of a suckling tree, soil, river fondle
Paper, pen, poet in cahoots as lovers
Rupture of a skeptic smug gnostic noodle


Details | I do not know? | |

Tempest

lightnings picturesque

vehement wind full of zest

pulchritude caution


natural snarl best

do not nictate the eyes lest

it will seem to rest


a relief by waves

racketry from wave breakage

dulcet stir to ears

light illuminates

through a box it radiates

mere simulation

    


Details | Free verse | |

FIRE -The Red Hot Flame

Fire, the multifaceted substance being 
You are Ugly, Bad, Beautiful and Good 
In your Ugliness there is still beauty 
In your beauty there is also ugliness 
You bring out bad from your Goodness 
You also bring good from bad nature. 

When you are good you are on fire 
When you love your heart is fired-up 
When you hurt your heart is burning 
When you are beautiful you are hot 
Some Ugly girls spark the fire of love 
Some beautiful girls can't kindle the fire. 

With fire a beautiful edifice is made Ugly 
With fire the Ugly ashes spring fort beauty 
With fire an Ugly nugget becomes beautiful gem 
With fire a Chef turns out wonderful gourmet 
With fire darkness is given light and vision 
With fire the dead of night is brought to life.


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the moebious bird

swirling ascent, 
         streaming, feathered, winging -- 

'look at your tops, they are my bottoms,'

she tweets 'n twitters, murmurs me:me
  surging urges in the air she soars
        everywhere a falling feeling --

a free-spirit flows through her wings, 
   a sapient sixth sense 
      for rising up to close the gap -- 

caresses curious circuits, twirling,
 swooning, reeling, 
          drifting through heightened meaning --

    she speaks in many tongues, 
larking on the edge of a hush with the rush 
     of a far-cry, a longing songing sigh -- 

in a fluttering, floating glide, 
she rounds in passions now arrived, now along,
swooping, looping, going, going,
         falling fast, now turned, re-turned, now gone


Details | Free verse | |

ALTER EGO

your beginning to show,
I see your true colors finally begin to expose. 
I watch as layers of disguises begin to unravel before my very eyes, you are everything I warned myself about. 
You are the light at the end of the dark tunnel waiting with mocking words that pierce through me.
you are the beauty I envisioned you to be with hidden agendas I chose not to see. 
You are my rise and fall of greatness the roller-coaster from hell,
You are the breath that held the very secrets I choose not to tell.
You are everyone who's ever hurt me and everything I've tried to stay away from.
You are everything and nothing that I looked for.... 
You are you after all. 
The one who filled me with hope and watched me break and shatter into millions of heartless pieces. 
The one that kicked me when I was at my lowest and told me everything I'm not. 
You are you after all.... 
Careless and loving 
Sane and logical 
Irrational and illogical 
Lost beyond gods grip 
You are the truth to why I constantly shift. 
You can't be silenced 
You are you after all....
And I get to see the act every time you stare back from the mirror... 
Your nameless. 


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Ode to Mount Washington

Standing atop this massive mountain I feel at peace
I see every detail of the city
The city where my heart lies
The city where my heart beats
The rivers flow and come together in a sweet phenomenon 
The air is crisp here, as always
Everything
Everything
In view
No one else can grasp
The awe standing here
Here over the city
Seeing it all
In bustling beauty.


Details | Choka | |

THE PAINTER'S HAND

Ablaze firmament
with captivating light blue...
a nacturnal's whim!
The luminous moon watches
the lonely pine on the hill
caressing a star;
while below, the quite town sleeps,
not seeing the painter's hand!


Inspired by von Gogh's painting," Nocturne " 
Entered in Abe's Lopes contest, " Vincent van Gogh's paintings "


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Acrostic | |

Cleanse

C ompiling drops of coated beauty,
L ightly crooning simplicity among
E arly blossoms of blooming colors,
A rdent sensations chant along…
N umerous droplets of tender rain, 
S hall sluice upon ebony pain, and shall
E ternally sway among the ivory of skies,
                                                       Cleansing…


Details | Imagism | |

Moonbeams


Moonbeams calm serene

Through tranquil nighttime scenes

Soaring peaks take delight

In God’s vivid bright nightlight

Heavenly beams dancing sure

In God’s love pure splendid sight




Details | Rhyme | |

Contest

The race for Life where we are bound
who will reach for the laurels receive the crown
which distractions will keep you from its pace
those who endure unto the end will see his face

What thing will try your heart and make you fall
divert your attention from the rewards of call
how many divisions will cloud your way
till the Love of the Truth no longer holds sway

For the diadem of Life Love and Truth for which we reach
the finishing place of the Kingdom the Lord does teach
to run the distance one must set a steady pace
and be aware of the obstacles the adversary place

Every contestant must master the rules
exercise his talents to receive prize of jewels
to gain the trophy the track we must complete
before he who gives the honor will give us seat

The price for entry is the gift to God of soul
for only by his Spirit can we ever reach the goal
to acquire everlasting Life serve with heart thats whole
the course we travel must exhibit self control

We must enter the race if our life we want to keep
not do as the nations who are walking in their sleep
to finish to the goal line we must fix our sight
or we will stumble in the impediment of night

God has set the course provided instruments
with his Word of instruction training implements
advancement to enlightenment our path must prepare
for the crowning glory of Life the gift that we share

To arrive our destination we must have single mind
for the cares of the World its rewards will you blind
there is only one route to the Father we pursue
Jesus our example and dedication to what's True

Listen to the teacher adapt our skill and grow
the captain of salvation direction will us show
broad road to destruction on narrow path must go
to master any game must exercise all we know

sources Mark 13 John 6:27-63 1Cor. 9:4
Hebrews 2:9-10 Heb. 12 2Tim 2:4-5 4:6-8
James 5:10-11 

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Haiku | |

The Rainbow

Colorful streaks float,
beautiful blue sky canvas;
nature at its best.


Details | Free verse | |

THE LADY'S OF AUTUMUN

Grand Autumn Lady's with all,
 Their seasonal appeal.
Leaves decorative layers, 
Draping down graceful branches,
 Of style.
Standing perfectly straight Mrs. Oak,
 Elm, and Birch.
Lining down main streets catwalk,
 On parades display,
Behold their fashions elegance,
 Dressed to the nines. 
In colors array, and finery, blending,
 Ever so perfectly.
Burnt oranges, golden yellows,
 Textured mixtures
Beguiling mine eyes vision.
Perfections artistic talent from,
 A masterful immortal plan,
Scenery's majestic avenue enhancing,
 An afternoon stroll.
A magical event two silhouettes,
 Joining hands together. 
Loves sweet whispers exchanged under,
 Natures beautiful command.
Gowns swaying, shifting sashes,
 At the winds whim.
Against flirtations pursuer an,
 Infinities waltz, plays,
In motionless steps.
Yet these loveliest of maidens,
 Adds a mystical feeling.
Photo flash paparazzi, awaits to,
 Capture forever's amazing shot.
Frozen in stills unique pictures,
 Falls final climatic showing.
Winters chilly air, chases through,
 Bared arms leftovers.   
Exposing extended limbs emptiness,
Fear not.
 Although vanquished beauties,
 Are gone in remnants remaining,
 At rest.
They'll sleep in a dreaming state, 
Until slumbers awakening.
Springs warming breath shall give,
 Them life again,
Behold the parade marches on.


Details | Free verse | |

Swimming with the stars

Sometimes I feel
I have the Omen upon me,
I am the Earth
and lava it burns through to the core
and so in the darkness of space
I will exist to drown
beneath the stars.


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.”


Details | Free verse | |

A Melodic Spring

Whistling breeze, a pleasing song so dear to me
The sunlit drops dancing upon warm cobble streets
Dancing sakura so pink and pure of a snow below
Small creatures gliding across the pastures beside me
A perfect day to begin a song filled melodic spring


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom

When thoughts that are pure take freedoms flight
having fled the darkness unto the Light
nothing that defiles to be allowed within
corporeal pursuits or the man of sin

Father we have looked upon the heart of your Son
all the things we lack were spoken by his tongue
freedom and injustice instructed by his lips
all of our darkness has his Light eclipsed 

Freedom from the World all that it pursues
is overshadowed the knowledge of good news
we have fled the system shed all it's views
followed your spirit listened to his Truths

To the Jews a stumblingblock to the nations foolishness
for preaching the Love of Christ does shed blessedness
and measure out he does to each one his gifts
thoughts of heart on the threshing floor his insight sifts

Every little particle in your universe
has suffered the affliction of a human curse
We have sent the gravity of things out of line
beauty and perfection are no longer well defined

We drink in your instruction like wine in our glass
we fear to look upon them it's clarity is vast
how can something so small absorb your majesty
to look upon your Son know Loves Divinity

Those who love the Truth of God won't be standing still
to dispense his Word is the hearing of his will
come out from among them to his rulership be true
to receive his favor must not do as nations do

To those who would receive him Jesus has made the call
to make you clean and purify and give to you his all
assure your hearts before him walk the path divine
you must submit your everything for the knowing of his mind


COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Festival

Harmoniously
With colors of the rainbow
Nature's choir sings


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


Details | Rhyme | |

The Flower Dance


I watch delicate flowers dance a delightful wave
Their brilliance and fragrance designed for us, to delight and to amaze

They spring in precision to the harmony in the breeze
My eyes see a piece of heaven as I watch them dance to please

I watch with wonder, for their creation, mystifies my mind
I sense God’s glorious design, in all His formations so divine


Details | Classicism | |

Paint The Picture With Your Heart

A glimpse of peace reflected by loves radiant being
Complete by the light so I yearn for this to flow through me
No more separation between it's brilliance, and sorrow
Fragments of love, complete by a source that all need
Trust in your heart and follow it's lead
The road is straight, not curved and unclean
Purity shall be yours, just love who you are
Don't hate pieces of yourself because it rips you apart
Love every aspect for you were born in the loves nest
Love takes care of negatives, completes all the rest
It's easy to see, the choice is yours be wise
Darkened shapes take on figures not true to the eyes
Leave the shadows behind, the fragments people seem to wear
Believe me, it's not the whole picture, beauty is there.


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn

Beneath cream colored beams
countless rusted blossoms hang
mourning yesterdays sun.


Details | Imagism | |

FLYING SOUTH

White
sculptures
in the sky-
swans land on the
lake.


Details | Lyric | |

Winter Sounds

Find myself digging through snow, 
a tunnel with no light at the end;
blistered hands crimson and sweat stain'd.
It looks to me like a cast iron heart
will bend with a l