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Why The Willow Weeps

The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.

For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.

The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of her skin.
The sweetness of her simple grace,
her love it hoped to win.

Reaching out to take the chance,
in all its strength with care.
Dropping low the limb and branch,
to shade the maiden fair.

To hide her from all pain and strife,
to cradle her within.
To help her through her gentle life,
from now until the end.

But soon she cease to come and lay,
beneath the now bowed limb.
Her heart it seems had flown away,
as hope now starts to dim.

So lonely was the branching Willow,
that in sorrow it would stay.
Forever bent and bowed down low,
until this present day.


By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Email:   tclark97045@yahoo.com
Website:  www.tomclarkarts.com


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A Practiced Sorrow

You’re dressed in gray, and
tattered like the clouds
that hover above you.

Frozen
with the look of a person
who knows of his own
approaching death.

Like the willow that cradles 
dawn's mist of unwept tears—
a practiced sorrow,
earned from decades of watching 
the slow meandering river,
as it draws closer, 
and the banks weather and fall.


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A Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Didactic | |

Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


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Remnants

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

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



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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.




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The Poet

Gripping pen in desperation
for just one word to appear
An hour passes, two, then three
til the day's end is near
Just when I feel like giving up
something sparks within
as thoughts are put in order,
I see it's half-past ten
There can be no stopping now
the words would quickly fade
I won't give in until I know
a masterpiece is made
Here is doggie to my right
and kitty in my lap
Patiently waiting once again,
for me to rid my thinking cap
I pat their heads from time to time
so they know I still care
But to stop right where I'm at,
oh no, I wouldn't dare!
The words are flowing smoothly 
and now I'm going strong
Looking up, I realize,
I've been up all night long
The sun is slowly peeking
above the mountains grand
Aching back, slits for eyes,
there's no feeling in my hand
I may now be a zombie
with a body tired and worn
But, I feel a sense of gladness
another poem has been born!


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Lightning Chased Thunder

Into the mist which settles upon the waters
Tempered elements connect and clash
Each vying for dominance within their domain
Lightning chases Thunder throughout forlorn skies
The harder she cracks her brilliant, whip the further he runs
In pain he roars through pitch black skies
Man stands in awe of the battle displayed 
And the heavens hang low and cry pouring rain

~*~

Note:  Inspired by "The perfect Storm" Very sad ending, yet, one of my favs.


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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.


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Texas Wildflower Haiku : Widow's Tears

sun’s heat sunders sand
clustered lanced leaves green hug
widow’s tears collapse

Widow’s Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on 
Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning 
and fading by noon. The bloom in all seasons but I chose spring to be more commonly 
approachable. [1]

[1] Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson


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Cenote

Glimpse an empire in sweated palm burdened with pain centuries old; 
Horrors and stalagmites hang in beautiful tragedy Gods have told:
Within soil surrounding bluest calm, such memories you hold.


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Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


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Deaf and Gone

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

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


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A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


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Starry Nights

Defiled by the city lights,
the stars no longer shine so bright.
I can't try to count their numbers,
or wish upon their falling beauty.
Life is dulled deep in the night
by the bustling busyness,
the need to succeed,
to forget about the splendor,
that we can no longer see.
Nature is destroyed
as industry progresses day by day,
and every night I'm mourning,
because the stars have faded away.


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Ephemeral

Ephemeral
 
Tis not mystifying, though disheartening, 
that we are simply passing shadows
…. a mere breath exhaled…. transitory
 Sunrises numbered at first drawn breath
 though each stand of hair is lovingly counted
 
A lone flower in a field of waving grass
 will pass unnoticed, once flourished.
 The wind becoming the only witness, 
to its existence, as its scent is carried
 across the meadow....fragrance dissipating
 
Swift waters of life slowly-- but surely--
 wear away our most precious of stones
 their features gently altered with time
 until the final last grain deteriorates 
finding rest, peacefully, on a distant shore


NOTE:  This poem was inspired by the book of Psalms as well as Nature and MY FAITH.


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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.


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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.


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Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






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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"*


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Lost at Sea

The sea is unkempt
Unwary sailors regret
Thar mate has been swept


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn

A wisp of white cloud
On a breeze, that cools the land
Autumn is soon here


Details | Epitaph | |

Whispers Of An Angry Wind

With blaring voice,

You've stolen her life away.

I think,

My heart shall ne'er mend.

Caused you the trees to snap,

And sway.

Now the softness of your voice,

Scarcely causes the grass

to bend.


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Different Hearts, Beat on Different Strings

How different we are
And in the way we act
In love and romance
A heart filled pact
 
It can start out so good
To a thunderous applause
And fall by the wayside
Just because
 
Corners are turned
Sometimes we go the same way
And sometimes round the same corner
We can go slightly astray
 
At the start of it all 
To the table we bring
But somewhere along the road
Different hearts, beat on different strings



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


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Yard Work

Yard Work

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

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

A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.

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

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

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


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Pursuit

A clement breeze brushing over skin,
A salty scent breathed deep.
Eyes closed, waves heard below,
A muffled crashing,
A cool, gentle spray.
Eyes open, ebony ocean,
Stippled with touches of moonlight.
Rushing air caressing fingers,
Higher above the water.

A million grains of sand shifting under foot.

Still.


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If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones


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Mazes

The sun closes in on itself imploding.
Storm clouds clots like cream.
The sky tinged a rancid yellow of dream
raises tornadoes like totems scolding.

A wet haze weeps through the pine trees
furthering the sky’s somber malaise.
Life, a missing actor on the stage,
the rare and ripest red of blood, ceases.

Yet, the bole of trees carved, coalesces to form
the winged memory of bird, man and bear,
letting all of those who have forgotten stare
upon the aged markers of clans long gone.

And so life, death and the day end eternally glazed
making way for rain-bowed hues within the maze. 

Poet: D. Guzzi
Date: 8/13/11 


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Armano the Auracano

Armano the Auracano of Rock Star fame
Will never be singing on his stage again

A fan. a critter, or even a possum 
Has taken his life, he will no longer blossom

He was a handsome dude, tall and preened
With shiny red rustic feathers, and did the girls scream

A newspaper reporter asked his manager Dane
It must be hard for you, as you will miss him playing

Yes i will, things will never be the same
But another star will be born, to look after his dames


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Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.


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The End

The time will come
When days will end.
All life will cease.
The end of Men.
The earth will die
With no remorse,
As nature takes
Its plotted course.
No children left
To wonder at the sky,
Asking all their questions 
With wondering eyes.
The time will come
When the sun will rise,
Only to be seen
By dead men’s eyes.
No plants to drink
The golden light,
They all will be gone
Struck dead in their plight.
The population will perish,
The world will stop;
All will be gone,
Animal, plant, human, and crop.
The time will come
When all will grow dark,
No sun left
To find the earth as its mark.
Then the wounds are too deep,
Too many to mend.
Time will be over,
The earth is dead.
The end.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | I do not know? | |

Jack Frost

Corn stalks glistening
Row on row.
A killing frost,
So heavy,
It appeared as snow.

Frost covered pumpkins
Beyond the corn was seen.
Left in the field,
Unpicked,
From Halloween.

I saw morning glories,
Vines askew.
But not for a drop in Celsius,
This could have been,
Just dew.

A single Rose
Left unprotected I found.
Its blackened petals,
Strewn beneath,
On the ground.

But fleeting moments,
Past rising of the sun.
I stood in awe,
Surveying damage,
The frost had done.

My immediate attention,
Was not on things i'd lost.
But the warm morning sun,
Doing its thing,
To old Jack Frost.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


Details | Haiku | |

Once Upon a Dark Fog

Where the trees once stood,
A dark fog covers their grounds-
                    A path through lost lives.


Details | Free verse | |

Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


Details | Free verse | |

Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Haiku | |

A Farmer's Tale

pale silken strands sway
tickling the warm breezy air
honey wheat wands dance

prosperity flows
nourishing life on the farm
drought came and all died

TLH  ©  05-31-2012

Haiku/Senryu


Details | Limerick | |

Cheaper To Keep Her (Divorce Club)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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


Details | Sijo | |

Temple of Life

Water, gently filling a bamboo to the brim before snapping,
scared deer running in the right direction, to the hunter,
how many young ones are orphaned in this bloody hunting?

**************
Lily, Temple of Life, 5/2/2014
Syllables count:  16 - 14 - 14


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

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

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

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

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



Details | Rhyme | |

A Loving Kiss Slipshod

The fire alarm went off
Water sprinklers came on
Near pups will not writeoff
Pups are my obsession

The floor and walls hotter
Dry hot air_no way out
Get faint start to totter
There's crash on door without

Master early today
He will care for me_pups
We can count on him to stay
His love grows in all ways

It's not him crash through door
He spots me; as I survey him
Shiver with pups on floor
He reaches_ touches rim

Container where pups lay
Places  in  pocket on coat
Fireman works swiftly this day
Concerned person take note

Who's here_need to be moved
Swiftly fireman moves now
To safety takes them improved
Flames leap; gone_  puppy chow

My life_pups was limited
Our time totally up
To be annihiliated
Fireman saved me _pups

My one_ only method 
To say to him thanks_thanks
Is  loving kiss slipshod
As he pets my scorched flank

(slipshod in this case:careless or messy)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Seasons On The Mississippi

Mighty curving snake courses
Monstrous volume Mississippi
Like great dark horses
That in the spring feels zippy
Whose frozen waters now like ornithopappi


Contest entry:Five Lines Down
Sponsor: Brian Strand


Details | Verse | |

That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


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 | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Haiku | |

haiku

nature's wrath in the wind forgiveness


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

The Yoke Of Frankenstein

I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I seek a place that broods not on hate
But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye
I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart
Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!!
Let me not succumb to such ardency
Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny
To extract such murky ardor is all I ask
I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task
Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude 
From you, I have averted a heart
That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon
Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me
Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake
I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty
For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment
And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how 
much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who 
aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”

*Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious *


                                                                                                    ~M.M.M


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


Details | Free verse | |

The thaw

tiny drops of water cut through
 folds of refuse
 laying dormant in the 
crest of spring 
where fissures of melting ice
retreat.

I lay sprawled against the top sheet 
Eyes fixed on the tempered glass 
before me 
drawing circles with the 
heat from my breath.

The yellow light, daunting, 
and new, creeps slowly 
aware of the struggle ahead
 
Winter's refuse marks its ground
at times, forcing the sun back
tucked high in grey skies.

The yellow light  rebounds 
stronger this time
awaiting winter's demise.


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Tornado In Alabama, April 27, 2011

Oh how furious it was, God sent his power from above.  He let the Black clouds 
and the rain come gushing through our window panes.  Oh what scary a sight to see,
I felt like running, I tried to free me.  The gushing winds blowing so fast, I never
thought I would last.  The winds he sent was meant to be, to warn all of us our
souls need to be free.  

He sent his fury fast and long, we were all surprised where it roamed.  The tornadoes
went from one county to another, sending its wrath, killing, destroying and giving us
trouble.  Cries were heard throughout the night, People screaming and praying with
all their might.

The tornadoes did not stop, they destroyed our lands, and ruined our crops.
The devastation it left on our minds  is here to stay and will never go away.
This is a terrible storm we will never forget, because it lasted a long time and all
of us were upset.  We hoped and prayed it would pass us by, asking and praying
to God, please dont let us die!

We all tried to seek shelter in our homes, before we knew it, everything was gone.
Some of us found ourselves standing outside with nothing hardly for cover, we were
screaming and crying searching for one another.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SPRING VIEWING

...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills

The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry
The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting
Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry
There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh...

I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above
Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform
We tear the pain away releasing one single dove
My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm
My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn...


For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day

2/1/2012


Details | Haiku | |

Nature the Destroyer

a blackness now looms
funnelled vortex shows anger 
nearer, we now wait

daylight to night-time
shadows of spewing debris
devastation rules

aftermath now in view
nuclear surround springs to mind
regeneration


Details | Free verse | |

Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


Details | Free verse | |

Chief Warrior Eagle

Brave Indian warrior
Sitting alone in the woods
In the soft glowing light
Of a low hanging moon
Shining on the mighty river

Brave Indian warrior
Playing the flute
The forest comes alive
Animals waking from slumber
To hear his melancholy tune

Brave Indian warrior
Deep in thought
The music lets him escape
Taking his mind of things
And focusing

Brave Indian warrior
Reflecting on the past
Thinking of all he did
All he could do
All he should have done

Brave Indian warrior
All alone now
Concentrating
Drifting away
Into exploration of the mind

~~Written By~Brittany Larson~
For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"


Details | Couplet | |

When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Senryu | |

evening silence

evening silence
  fog swallows chilled vespers
     a lifeless child



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Be Still

And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams
Rise


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
==================
old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
==================
graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Jetsam Of Scuttled Me

There is no peace
In this squall that is my soul
This shipwreck of suffering
Dawn's flag fluttering
A cove that won't let go

My reflection is gone
But you're still there
Gelid lips still bearing
The salt of placid caring
The coral of kicking seas

I hear the horn resounding
Midnight's mistress crowning
As bottled moonlight spills all
The red tide of hope drowning
The fabled fathoms of Luna's call

Behold the glass inlet
Where jagged love flows free
Beneath my shredded mast
The threaded din of reflections past
That's where tomorrow finds
Jetsam of scuttled me


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 | Rhyme | |

The Greed of Man

We admire them for the way they soar
We respect them for how loud they roar
We are jealous because they are allowed to be lazy
We laugh because they act crazy
We love their innocence and giving
We relish their flare for living

Why then does man . . .

Take away their carefree flight
And silence their roar and bite
Make them work all day long without rest
Or take away their carefree zest
Why does man put guilt in their eyes
And steal their awesome ‘highs’

Most men will never see the beauty of all God’s creatures
See the angelic beauty of all their features
Greed, power, and thrill
Unfortunately, will grow stronger still
Until the beauty of all God has made
Will surely fade


Details | Haiku | |

HURRICANE


storm's debris-- in a crying child's hand a smiling one legged doll


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | ABC | |

The Amazon Jungle (If I Had A Voice)

I am a vast area of trees, animals, and
vegetation,
The worst animal of all (man) is causing
my devastation,
I provide food and support life each day,
As my very own life is being stripped away,
Who will take care of my animals and plants,
At this rate they don't stand a chance,
When will I be left alone to live,
Probably when it's too late, when I have 
nothing left to give.


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


Details | Couplet | |

Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

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


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

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

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

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


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Turning Leaves

dissolving summers yield a muted sheen
and drawn-out shadows over meadows sprawl;
like dappled sunlight, golden peppered green,
the newly turning leaves sketch hints of fall,
in subtle hues at first, to softly blend
and blur the edge of treasured memories
with paths uncharted, yet to comprehend,
still ruffled by the scent of last night’s breeze.
An autumn palette, growing ever deep,
brings ochre, reds and russets from the past,
a richly coloured crop of times to reap
and weave a tapestry to ever last.


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


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 | |

Raining Hope

Life has brought a cooling rain,
To wash away the pain.
Something always stays the same.
You must let your feelings wane.

Crane your neck to see the light,
Forever real, forever bright.
Life brings the rain to make it right,
There is magic here tonight.

Now call on fate to show the way
And let destiny be the guide.
There were raindrops filled with hope today
And you must let the fear subside.



Details | Free verse | |

Lifeless


The dusk casts its shadow upon the land
robbing the light,
setting the stage for caliginosity .

Moonlight faint against transitioning light
stretches eerie fingers onto a land 
that allows no man.

Twisted steel, mimicking an uncanny monster,
stationary,
only its shadow moves with moon passing.

Silence, cold and unrelenting as death
is undisturbed by gentle breeze,
yet,
faintly, a rustle interrupts calling attention be paid,
will be ignored forever more.

Huge sockets once capable of sight
blindly bear witness,
a planet once beautiful and bright,
races through the universe
devoid of life.


Details | Blank verse | |

Detaching

And then as time pass
I just sit and stare, sit and stare 
Ruthlessly shoved out of the way like an object
And used whenever they please 
Whenever they decide its time for the little doll to play.

But no more of the little doll
No more shoving and no more forcing
As the light clears out the shadows
I will clear what I feel and keep going.

I won’t abandon hope cause is the last thing to die 
I will stop mourning over the cloths that block the sun from my path
 Those cloths will burn with the fire of my ire 
And my path will be cleared.

No more shoving away, no more using the little doll
 No more little doll, not even their Muppet 
Cause as god gave me free will I shall use it 
I’ll clear my path and they might not see trace off me again

I’ll escape from this dungeon 
I shall be free from this tempest
I shall be free from these chains that are attached right into my nerves
I shall not lose the nerve and not look back.


Details | Haiku | |

An Old Haiku

The earth is green now.
The flowers open early,
blooming but to die.


Details | Free verse | |

Blind Faith

Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest


At the end of days,
the earth displays its anger,
Clouds part,
heaven awaits,
choosing life,
I depart.


Details | Quatrain | |

Lucy

She walked and talked in a world called theirs
Worries she had with her earthly cares
Found near Hadar, this specimen of old
A lady from our past, lying stone cold

She walked her lands amidst horses so small
In the Awash Valley where trees were so tall
Naked to bare, all her kin were the same
In a land so different, to she not strange

What would she be seeing if we could see through her eyes
Would there be hate and hurt and a typical despise
Maternal and loving we can only assume
In the valley where she lived, we have the same front room

And just as we, she was born to die
Evolutionary in exist, below the same blue skies
She walked and talked in a world called theirs
Worries she had with her different cares

This lady I talk of, Lucy we have named
From our past she existed, with a different fame
She was the oldest of us ever found
Lying stone cold on earths ancient ground










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php


Details | Free verse | |

The Great Blasket Islands

Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools, 
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.

Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s, 
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down 
from generation to generation.

Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass 
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.

I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.

Gaelic words in this poem


* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.





Details | I do not know? | |

The Sky Fell over Montana

SIlence fell over Montana
Stretched outward, blew through trees,
Clouded out the sky,
Made its home on her hills,
Suffocated the light,
Immersed itself in rivers
Sucking everything dry.
Epidemic in air,
That she could no longer sustain.

Sunlight was refracted
Tangent arc of ice crystals
He was.

He took off his hunting gear,
Made himself anonymous.
Deficient and incomplete,
It was unavoidable,

that he would leave,
Montana in silence...


Details | Limerick | |

Accounts

What is truth's pure golden nugget?
A debt-free real balanced budget!
The concept is known
But history has shown
Great figures know how to fudge it

Author's note:  The right wing wants to pilfer nature's bounty and destroy the natural balance to make us rich because god says it's OK.  The left wing wants to do the same--only more slowly and without god.  In the end, capitalistic greed is the real evil because it is taking us to a critical point of no return.  We really need to stop using smoke and mirrors and do an honest accounting.


Details | Free verse | |

Snippets

These were all former PIMs -- "poetry in motion" entries

I.
desert stillness shrouds
their adversary lairs
twilight's muted thunder
betrays the nearby
stealthy moon

II.
pale gold ribbons
fiery soft skies
sea haze streaks a thin mountain path
as day begins

III.
kitchen pans, pity, pungent cheese
and garden lace -- the matriarch
dripping decay
with her mild gentility

IV.
winter snow, ice
slow spring melt
rain-drowned torrent ocean bound flow
placid river drift
debris of desire

V.
drifting memories
of lakes
water lapping against land
heartbeats floating on the breeze
the water reflects your face
look away

VI.
the chalky moon
creases midnight clouds
blue shades of lovers
walk a powdery sky
chortle at the other's close proximity


Details | Tanka | |

Dancing Rain

.

                                            never will I know

                                      again your gentle laughter---

                                        except in the voice

                                     of spring bursting with tapping...

                                     raindrops dancing in pure joy 
                                            
                                                      '   '    '    ' 
                                   '     '    '    '    '     '     '     '     '      ' 






For Francine Robert's Contest: "Wow Me With 5 Lines"


Details | Haiku | |

Christmas tree bulb

Christmas tree bulb 
reflects a tearful face--
empty stocking hooks


*creative aspect decorating


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Tohoku -- When Worlds Have Altered

On an early spring day, washed brilliant with clover
In the land of the sun, and sweet cherry blossom
A tremble, a rumble, that rattled the earth
Cracking open the spring day, like the devil's own plaything 
Plates of dispute, on the edge of destruction
Beneath the sea’s surface…anger's wrath lies in waiting…

It came with no warning, …a mighty surge of horror
A tower of strength, to this tiny island flower
The harsh call of nature, came boldly from the shore
Relentless, the shaking, battering to the core
And altered the earth with a shattering shrill
Spilling despair, in a pillage of flurry 
Killing the helpless,     yet… leaving the courage

O’ land, of gentle people, wearing dignity’s expression
Those from afar, watched on with compassion
We gasped, then we cried, yet are awed with impressions
How hands helping hands, and courage ensued
Kind hearts, claimed the bruised, and calmed the confused 
You banded together…helping each another, 
Balance of elders, will hold you forever..
Grace under fire…. with honor we brand you
You raise up the spirit with hands of the valiant
Respect you have earned and honor you wear
The sun keeps on rising…..and will shine ever more


Details | Haiku | |

..harsh the killing frost

harsh the killing frost
bow the tender barbs of summer...
swan song


Details | Senryu | |

...clinging tears

clinging tears
freeze to barren branches...
empty lawnchairs rust


Details | Rhyme | |

Always the same

I remember the smiles
From a thousand miles,
The crowd that gathered,
The smiling baby to be fathered,
The blessings made,
That their hopes do not fade,
I heard the general chorus,
The strength, the happiness, the force.
But a different group,
Came in a huge troop,
All, new faces of a different birth,
To witness a fallen strength.


Details | Haiku | |

Tragedy Abroad

Japans painful wounds
Shakes the world and floods our eyes
Our prayers go out


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Free verse | |

Vanishing Animals

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


Details | Terza Rima | |

DOESN'T FOOLISHNESS CAUSE REGRETS

Ah, had I been much wiser
and taken mom more seriously,
I wouldn't have called her a miserable whiner!


I shiver remembering my behavior so bizarre and childish,
and quite often I got punished
for hanging out with kids who were too fresh.


Mother screamed as a maddened woman saying, 
"Get back in here and finish your homework! "
I did not listen and ran out not to keep them waiting. 
 

My grades got worse, and mom's face was got bitter,
I tried to tell her how sorry I was,
but words got stuck in my throat and I reached for air.


All privileges were taken away from me,
every effort to mend my mistakes was unsuccessful...
I was only given warnings up to three. 


My wistfulness to please mom was denied,
she stopped wishing me goodnight, 
I saw in me that unruly child who constantly lied.


The intention of that pursued wish always remained:
to hug her and ask for forgiveness,
and would I have been given another chance instead?


And that happened on Christmas Eve while unwrapping my undeserved gifts,
I stood up and embraced her with all my strength...
as the conscience's voice returned, " Doesn't foolishness cause regrets? " 


Details | I do not know? | |

On a Lake of Weeping Willows

There lies yonder in a circle of seasons
A lily blossom broken;
Stolen of soul and left to wither
Just one push of the paintpeeling boat
And the current could take her home.


Details | Haiku | |

The Price of Oil...

Beach as black as me
Human error killed my wings
Hoping for God's rain...


Details | Rhyme | |

TEARDROP BLOOD

as we face the end of the music,
faced with mistaken thrills.
as teh agenda of a destiny unfolds;
better left to be untold,
about the aftermath trauma,
livelihood in the hood drama.
situations that are just not scenery;
sweat of blood with every tear,
packs a punch with every tear,
full of weariness,
not to mention teardrop mixed with blood.
not even novacane can stop the hurt of the clot;
missing the thrill of the aftermath showdown,
missing pieces of morality not shown.
like beating down the edge of a clef note,
rare but possible to do.
unworthy throw down faced with a mistake,
with unknown meaning of teardrop blood is at's stake.
unfulfilled unworthy desire pass you by,
self eanial worthy,


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fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...


Details | I do not know? | |

Why?

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

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


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Falling of the Edge of the World

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

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

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

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

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

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









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Spring Rain For Hindenburg

 Spring Rain For Hindenburg


2 Spring fronts had gathered on the East Coast

       Creating an overcharged atmosphere.

              Germany to 'Jersey'--3 days at most--
                      The "Floating Palace" had Max Pruss to steer.
                             804 ft. long! Quite Gigantic!
                                    With 97 passengers and crew,
                                    78 ft. shy of 'Titanic',
                             16 cells of hydrogen's how she flew.
                      200 ground crew (soaked) cast mooring line
              As 12 hours late, she came in high and game.

       The Hindenburg: "Titanic of the sky"...

Took 35 souls as she burst in flame.


~by deborah burch©
5/07/2012


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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


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Loves regrets

As pure as a frozen waterfall 
Dissolving in spring
My winter heart melted at your touch 
I gave you my all 
I sparkled like effervescent water

My youth blossomed 
Like springs dawning 
Filled with light and joy
My soul I dedicated to you
I bled for you

Like a red, red rose unfolds its bud
At the warmth of the sun
I longed for your embrace 
Your ardent advances-
Your deep kisses reached my depths
Unveiling me – I yielded all

Your hands held my heart
So tenderly - at first
Your love grew me
I so yearned for you
My one and only - true love 

Until your longing for me 
Turned to lust-I wasn’t enough 
To gorge your appetite
You became like a darkened well
That couldn’t be filled

You grew bitter and discontent
Enraged you grabbed and destroyed-
You tore to pieces the very love you craved
Crushing it beneath your sullied feet

I lay bruised and tattered by your abuse
There is nothing left in this broken heart-
Are you satisfied? Is your longing quelled?
Look at what is left of my beauty 
You once called, your noble, red, red rose 

© Brenda V Northeast 25th Jan. 2012


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Renew on the Serengeti

The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure

For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust

We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within





Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.








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Details | Ode | |

Remembering Belle

She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest     
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine

Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day

Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again

Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend



Details | Haiku | |

VII


fireflies swarm
igniting dark spaces;
empty rocking chair. 


Details | Free verse | |

Tree

Tree,
whose bony fingers
stretched above gloved branches,
you danced in the sunlight,
elegantly bowing
for scampering squirrels
and gifts of birdhouse rings.

Tree,
whose springtime blossoms
scattered petals
for make-believe weddings,
you caught up children
and hugged them tightly
in games of hide and seek.

Tree,
I run my fingers
along your weeping scars
where Earth’s fury tore
your hand from mine.
Splintered memories,
I have less air to breath.


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That lost, Must Be Found

That moment we forgot what we did saw.
This no doubt our memory have failed us,
A signal that the time will not be thaw,
That moment we forgot.

When all throbbing has come and nestled, thus
The thing we saw reappears as its raw,
Then nothing can stop that call behind us.

Not lost memories are what we keep as law
The forgotten will haunt back as pulse
Highest shade, most lightening will tour and saw
That moment we forgot.


Note: Form of poetry used in the piece is a 'Roundel' form of poetry.


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Spring in Georgia

You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies giggling through the day
As boisterous squirrels come out to play.

Stately trees don their cloaks of soft hued green
Multi-colored birds that twitter and preen.
Everything getting ready for their chance
To be invited to springs celebration dance.

And yet I sense your presence on the breeze
Hear your soft whisper in the rustling trees.
I'll never know why you set your spirit free,
Sure wish you could savor this spring with me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


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"Wal-Marts" Georgia

Ol' Roy spoke right up without a care
So "Ceasar's" could plainly hear
"There is some ghastly stink over there
Where all those fish live my dear."

Well Goldie tried to  hush him by saying
"It is not coming from our corner
But at the garden center on open displaying
Cow Manure with a scent that is an awakener"


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Bruised Torn and Battered

Me, look at me
In my background of gloom
I'm barely alive
In natures front room

I feel like the tree
In naked surround
Bruised torn and battered
On soiled life's ground

I used to stand tall
So proud of me
Now I wither and age
In bleak's misery

The tolling of my bell
Like thunder to the tree
We appear to be in sync
So troubled and nearly free

Pillars we are and always
In our peripheral
Born we are of creation
Who said it would be a ball











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A Cowboy Is

A cowboy is what we are not 
and never will again be 
what I loved most about his ways 
he kept in tune with nature for he
knew this was his destiny
the nature we have now is not the same
it is corroded and tossed aside 
the same can be said with the rules 
given that we cannot follow nor abide
how I wish I could go back in time
to live among the gifted
lots of hard work no crying in mind
the cowboy has been forgotten and shifted

contest: A Cowboy Is
by: Virginia Frayer


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Tuskless

a startled sun -
elephants on the plain;
the families grieve

Written: February 1999
Updated: March 19, 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Senryu | |

in the setting sun

in the setting sun the mountain is tinged pink – tears for the riots
Only a mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf. ~ Aldo Leopold Please see the About section for details


Details | Sijo | |

GIVING UP ON VAIN DREAMS

I would give up on vain dreams...the ones that won't let me see how
life is lived without the tears and the fears of being unloved:
if one of them drew a beautiful rainbow in my sunless sky!


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

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

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

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

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


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Litter

trash dump filled
little green sprouts from moisture
dies from fumes

trash emptied
fresh grass sprouts beautifully
something seen

a small can
glistening atop the grass
never dies 

4-29-13


Details | Free verse | |

Reprimand

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


Details | Rhyme | |

My Secret Garden

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

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

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

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


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There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…


Details | Haiku | |

rutsted skies

smears orange colors dying from a times neglect those poor rusted skies


Details | Quatrain | |

Implode

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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Details | Monorhyme | |

Why Another Oil Spill

We know of this disastrous event As we now know of the spills extent All these years they had time to invent A remedy for repairable descent We allow them drilling consent To represent our resourceful contents Our geology is picked up by their scents Millions of years are turned into cents In Scotland we have oilfields called the Brent Where the same companies represent There is always the element of torment For nature there is never a lament All they are interested in is their percent One day they may be held to account and repent http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-8.php


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Sun

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












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Fragile

A promise breaking:
The sound of a snapping twig
Or butterfly wings


Details | Limerick | |

Frustration


_____________________________

I hiked down to my old fish'in hole
one BIG "Rainbow Trout" was my goal
got nothing but snags
lost a whole jar of eggs
and into the lake went my pole
____________________________

 


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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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I Speak For

Forsaken are the dying trees,
Poisoned skies and barren land,
The wilting plants and lonely bees,
Who cannot take a stand

To wage a war against the thieves
Taking life to meet demand;
Each rolling down their dirtied sleeves
To hide their bloody hand

In matters far beyond repent;
Lives unable to withstand
Their broken homes and the ill intent
That spread from rock to sand.

So now I speak for all the trees,
All the grounds that they had spanned,
The septic skies, dejected bees,
And all the deaths unplanned

That came as a result of greed;
I speak for the voiceless land,
And surely ever-growing need
To stop and take a stand.


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PLANET EARTH

Planet Earth

If the world ends tomorrow will I be sad
Or curse the God's and really be mad!
Who can I blame when my world's undone
Who is at fault..... there must be someone!
T''is said in December, the world will end
Unless we heed this my friends

Our beautiful shoreline is no more
No strolls on the Boardwalk anymore
We gaze at the wreckage, eyes filled with tears
Remembering the happy times of our childhood years
There are pleasure boats tossed in the yards
Amid miles of belongings people had to discard

Could it happen again…of that I am sure
Will we have water to drink clean and pure?
Will our beautiful trees softly sway in the breeze
Or fall to the ground during a winter's freeze?
Global Warming is not a joke
These storms are happening to warn us folks

God gave us this world to protect and defend
But we've abused it so…it might be the end
Who is to blame…what can we do
Before this planet disappears from view?
Repent…recycle…Change our ways
Or this will surely be the end of days!


Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)


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A Taste of Sky

I love him the way
You love something you know
You're gonna have to let go...
The way you climb a tree
Just to get a little taste of sky,
Knowing that it'll only make
Being perpetually earthbound
That much more painful-
Knowing that climbing down
Is always so much more difficult
Than reaching up-

I love him like you swim hard away from shore,
Swim out so much farther than you should-
Diving through blue-green breakers like freedom,
Losing yourself in the expanse of
Enough salt water to briefly forget the fact
That you're going to have to come back in
Sooner or later, fighting back against an 
Undertow forceful enough to tug
Your heart out from under you...
And how the wind will chastise you
When you emerge, dripping seawater
Like the memory of freedom;
It burns your eyes and tastes like tears,
But your skin will have memorized
The gentle kiss, the caress, of the current,
How it pushed and pulled...
You know you'd do it again...

I love him like you watch a fire 
You've already decided to let die,
Since you realize that it would be foolish
To let the whole world burn for
The sake of a single flame...
So you just look on as the light dances,
Standing as close as you can
Until this is as much heat
At you can stand-
You have nothing more
To give to the fire, now...
All you can do is pray to God,
Please don't let the fire die...
Not yet.


Details | Narrative | |

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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Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  


Details | Haiku | |

Paradise Lost

blighted by mankind

  the slaughter of innocence

     feather by feather


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

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

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

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






Details | Rhyme | |

Remeber Me With Sounds

I loved the sound of the trees, as the winds went gusting through,
The roar that bellowed from the forest, oh how it blew!

I loved the sound of silence, as snow came floating down,
Like feathers of white and each unique, oh how it covered the town!

I loved the sound of water, as it crashed and poured and gushed,
The waves, the splash, the rain and wet, oh how the people rushed!

I loved the sound of leaves, a rustle then a crunch,
From green to brown, from young to old, oh how they fell a bunch!

I loved the sound of storms, the thunder was the best,
The crashes and booms to make you shake, oh how my heart jumped from my chest!

But now I'm just a memory, these sounds you do not hear,
Dying too young creating your pain, oh how I miss the cheer!

I loved the sound of earth, the ways of life each day,
It's time to be joyful for the love I had, oh how I know you'll pray!

Let my love of natures noise go on, because before I left I wrote,
Just remember to take the time to listen, to these sounds like a music note!


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Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


Details | Haiku | |

Dandelion Bouquet

Dandelion Bouquet
                     pursed lips gently and lightly blow  
                                                                    Summer drifts away


Details | I do not know? | |

Earth, a tale for the aliens

The way earth was born  
a loud big bang . 
The wind blew 
and the leaves sang.
And thus the growth of life started  
a cycle very much repeated.

And then they arrived
creatures with two legs and pride .
Humans as they came to be called 
destroyed everything even the forest
that blocked their stride
to enjoye their life to the fullest.

They  remade matter
in an open cloud vomiting structure.
These nasty clouds used to scatter 
here , there and everywhere
killing the fine green threads of the soil
and their breathing material –the air.

And later
earth lost patience and grew red with rage
the most disastrous stage .
Violent volcanoes earth quakes and what not.
They had to face the wrath 
the consequence of their chosen path.

Then skitter asked his alien mother 
so did it fall in a pit
or join the dead in the pyre 
the mass of soil and water 
earth as how they called it.

She replied with wonder-
son,everything born has to end 
it is the debt they have pay to the creator.


Details | Bio | |

City Two

leotard atrocities may 
never have been led, 
down, 
the path of glory…  
had she not kissed the 
air in alphabetical designs, 


Details | Lyric | |

THOUGH NOTHING CAN BRING BACK THE HOUR OF SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS, OF GLORY IN THE FLOWER

Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew
That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower
And with splendour and glory stains them anew.
Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour.

The cruel ray of Sun quivers the grass, the leaves
And the dews suddenly vaporize and flutter away
Like the scattered flying bees of broken beehives.
The parting dew yields to dreary mechanical day.

Though nothing, nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
Yet tomorrow Dew will return with the downpour
Of splendours and glories of the heavenly power.	


Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


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I Remember When

What happened to all the honey bees
That used to swarm all around and abound
And would cover the fruit and holly trees
Now, you rarely see them buzzing around?

Where have the huge flocks of blackbirds gone
That I recall who would blacken the sky
And bruise your ears with the shrill of their song
In the spring and fall as they flew by?

What happened to all those water frogs
That I recall whose deep rhythmic bellows
Would echo back down through the hollow bogs
All summer until the leaves turned yellow?

What happened to the little horned toads
That I would catch for a pet as a boy
That crawled all over the fields and dirt roads
And made a neat little pet to enjoy?

Why doesn't the wolf still split the night
And chill my heart with his long lonesome cry
As he howls away at the full moon's light
Adoring the illuminated sky?

Where are all the calls of the bob white
And the lonely calls of the whippoorwill
That used to pine away all through the night
And could be heard in almost every field?

Where are the spine chilling panther screams
That mimicked some poor damsel in peril 
And would often conjure up awful dreams
Of gruesome creatures wicked and feral?

Are they on a premature path into yore
Has adequate time been duly assigned
For us to say, "There are no more...."
Or could it be, I've just outlived my time?


                                Timothy I. Brumley


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

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

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

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

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

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

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

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

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

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

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


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A Haiku



The little
wildflowers
of spring blanket my
backyard
till the mower
comes.





Details | Free verse | |

Castaway

After Derek Walcott’s Poem

We have this in common
Sandy spit
Empty hours to walk alone

Needing to find use
For the forgotten
In the eyes of other people

Washed up
Softens all tones
To sandblasted blue glass

Eyes, drawn out toward sky
The driftwood branch has stars
Or rafts toward uncertain lands

Toward a fire pit nest
where paper cups makes castles
and feathers, a reedy sail

for those whose wings
have fluttered far and long
and settled down
on a temporary, final beach. 


Details | Personification | |

Withering Maple

In an open field stood a withering maple,
the only one in sight
Initials carved inside a heart,
squirrels nesting in the limbs at night
One day as a bunny was passing,
the maple let out a sigh
The bunny looked up, saw sap running down,
and asked, "Ms. Maple, why do you cry?"
Ms. Maple said, "Son, have a seat.
I have a story from long ago  
I once had a maple friend, 
and oh, how I loved him so.
As saplings, we would laugh and sing,
as the squirrels frolicked and played
With him next to me, I had the world
and I never had to feel afraid
As we grew, we had children, 
this field was full of joy
See those initials there?
That's from Anne and Roy.
One day they got married, 
and had a child of their own
As they lie beneath me,
their son is now full-grown
He started his own family
and they are poor you see
He cleared the field to feed them
and took everyone from me
I am the last one standing 
with many memories that live on
It's just a tad bit lonely
as my family is now gone
I know he had good reason,
so I don't blame the boy
But, my last days are just a shade
for our dear Anne and Roy"



Details | Free verse | |

The Desert City

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


Details | Personification | |

Animism

Ask fate does the moon shift 

As the oceans drift apart 

With no moon in this sea of dark 

Visions slowly sank 

My dead eyes staring blank 

While i stay idle 

Forming an illusion of an isle 

Struggling to find consciousness growing weary 

Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly 

Chained as I am to body, soul and mind 

Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find 

There is not a line pourtraying a goal 

As I live peacefully with my soul 

My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant 

Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered  

Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore 

My soul began to soar higher then ever before


Details | Free verse | |

Gravity

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


Details | Haiku | |

Mourn For Me

trees mourn my passing
warm caress now frigid grip
leaves shed in sorrow


Details | Romanticism | |

Paramour within Santa Anna Winds

 Paramour august never longer
 Till days shall pass
 Will I be among torment unto fervor
 Or in acceptance
 Of the yearning, thy touch to have

 But, in days absent sojourn
 I shall sheath myself
 Amid the arid
 Of the desert’s spirit burning
 Counting blessings He has left

 And, within the Santa Anna winds
 Are they
 From off of austral shores
 Tales in warmth that ferry
 Oh, my maiden aurorae from afar

 Your essence seizes upon
 The Sierra whispers which carry
 To whelming rumors crossing, Mohave floors
 And an envisage dances in whirlwind
 Softly humming, the nightress tune of thy return
 Evermore


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Autumn

I creep behind the sunny meadows
Whirling my flaming gown
I spin the lace of mist and dew
   Of frost and crystal ice
   I shake hands with the poppies
They wilt at the sight of my glare
I sentence death to the fields of green
Spilling red and yellow on the trees
I dip my finger in the snoozing lakes
Freezing their lazy countenance
I poke the bears into their dens
And call out the snow owls
I splatter the scent of cold and rain
And shower sleet from the clouds
I twirl my hair and hear the wolves
Howl their starving cry
I gaze at the span of winnowing wind
Who is seeking me?
Who has seen me?
Nobody will stop me
For I will continue to weave
The blanket of frigid death


Details | Rhyme | |

Shadows Stretch and Shrink...

splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know 
that everything happens for an unknown reason 

shadows stretch as each night dims to a darker gray 
and stars wink in a direction that's a thousand years away 
as clouds move through and cry frozen tears of snow 
and someday you will eventually know 
that love also has a calendar of changing seasons

each day the night betrays the sun at a different time
and the stars twinkle their lights to a rhythmless chime
but in the darkest days of winter there's no sun left to glow
and someday you will eventually know
that all cycles seem to have an act of treason


Details | Elegy | |

Silently Sleeping

I can feel the clouds moving above me
covering the sun
Just enough to feel the warmth of it

The wind screaming through the trees

Drops of rain trickling down my forehead
As I observe the colors of the rainbow  
set upon your stone

The earth above you cool and quiet 
As you slowly become embraced
within its soil

Sleep in silence 
cry no more

In the circle of life
A new child is born.


Details | Narrative | |

Purgatory Chasm

The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet
Their radiant colors dulled
I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were
The last time we came here together.

I hold you in my hands,
The way you held me when I was a child.
Your urn jostles softly as I scale the cliff
To our favorite spot.

I open it up, and look at you one last time.
Bits of bone sprinkled in the ash,
Like the time we came here after the first snow fall,
The defiant leaves of abundant autumn
Refusing to be masked by light dusting.

Off the tip of the rock,
I turn the urn,
You flow out over our favorite hike,
As you would have wanted.
We pass through this trail
One last time.


Details | Sedoka | |

A Rainy Monday

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


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Bird

when
the 
heart
is 
perched 
on a branch 
listening 
to some
music 
it doesn't 
want to hear 
and lets in 
that stranger 
it doesn't 
want by the door
it only wishes
for some mellow
wind 
to carry it 
to 
a better place.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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The River

A simple God made paradice. 
So precious to behold. 
Once clear blue and full of life 
now dismal, gray and cold.
 
Sweeping through an empty forest 
flows the lonely river. 
Its banks a depot of trash deposits 
sends my spine a quiver.
 
Still peaceful in the deathbed sence 
I sit and watch astounded. 
Peering through a chainlink fence 
my memories recounted.
 
There were no signs that said "No Swimming" 
or "Do Not Eat The Fish". 
No soda cans or old yard trimmings. 
It was full of kids.
 
Ducks would gather once a year 
as they made their journeys south. 
Squirrels foraged with no fear. 
The water overflowed with Trout.
 
Though flayed of all its dignity 
I still find much pleasure. 
For in my minds imagery, 
it will always be a treasure.

                     The Applethoughtrotten


Details | Haiku | |

Don't cry


a drop on a leaf

rolling across .. morning dew ....  

please mother .. don't you cry n


Details | Free verse | |

End of Times

                                 
                    The End of Times is coming.
                   You can feel it in your bones.
              Floods, earthquakes, and tsunamis…
                      Are only the first to show.
                         Where will you hide? 
                 When the plagues come around?
                    Salvation will be hard to find,
                          For those earthbound.

                               2012 is coming
                          Is it fact or is it myth?
           The Earth’s weather patterns are changing.
                         Fossils are everywhere
                            Will we be stronger?
                            Or in the rocks grip?




Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Massacre

A rainstorm in the morning helps to wash away the night,
a rainbow seems to promise that this day will turn out right.
Our feathered friends all gathering in search of morning treat,
could anything go wrong today?  Just look below your feet.

Wonderful for all who greet this frenzy with delight,
to watch the pretty birds catch worms, oh what a lovely sight!
For as the waters seeps below we worms rise one by one
and try to seek a ‘safer’ place dried by the morning sun.

Heavy rain is death to us, it creates a muddy sea
of sodden soil, a watery grave for those who can’t get free.
But terror hangs above our home as birds all flock around,
they know that we have got no choice, we’ll be their killing ground.

Before our heads have seen the light their beaks begin to tear,
they rip my family into shreds before they get ‘their’ air.
This feast is at our fatal cost, our numbers dwindle down,
if only we weren’t forced to rise from safety underground.

Today I was the lucky one, the one they never caught,
I’ll live to squirm another day alone with life and thought.
To live my days in solitude, to have no friends around,
and still to face the terrors of that ‘pitter patter’ sound.

So if you’re happy with your friends but feel that you are down,
unless you’re ‘forced’ to rise above the place that you have found,
it’s safer to accept your lot for sometimes you can’t see,
the place you struggle to achieve could leave you alone… like me.

Ivor G Davies.


(A Family Crisis?)


Details | Personification | |

Vertigine

Save them
from the innermost of
the mind bewildered
the heart diminished
the voice demure to shout

Make them
collapse
with gloomy smile
Fake
intentions frail
of body and soul
promiscuous
Collide

Set free
a sage
in every word
on any page
display the sly wisdom
on vertiginous stage
Break
the rules
with detest for
the inferior manner
of callow honesty
for humane
Sake
Divide

Spare
the nightmare
noxious conqueror
contamination developed
through ferocious heart
in asinine mind
enveloped within rotten flesh
Take
advantage of their
sophomoric trust
sedated senses
and
amaurotic affections

Wake the blight
before they collapse
Deride


Details | Quatrain | |

ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

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


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Sheet Lightning over the Somme

The thunderous skies now capitulate to man, witnessing their tirade of wrath Who would have thought nature now bowed, whilst viewing man's path What man could imagine, beating a power like she When I look back at the template I wrote This wasn't meant to be Inspired by reading a posting on Facebook by 'Janette Fisher' <*>


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


Details | Haiku | |

Sayanora

   *   
      *

   O
    ;          
    '
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moon face over
Mt. Fuji
weeping





Will this suffice for contest re Japan?


I have a problem with the original symbols for mountains--two black triangles are now two question marks.  HELP!


Details | Haiku | |

A Night Without Stars

rain clouds linger on a night without stars -- a candle snuffed out


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf spill

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






Sarah Comstock
6-6-10


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartbroken Clouds

Mingle with mounts,wander arid desert sands
seep into seas,lie lone o'er unknown lands
replicate waves of myriad mirrors flowing below
stand on meadows high engulfing green bands
innocent smiling children, gaze in delighted awe
at tufts tickling kites with a feathery fluff claw
the meditating sage atop a peak simply seeks
that all wants, wishes,into this vapour withdraw
stepping stones on the patchy pastel sky
furrowed fields, they fade,and away,they fly
shifting, shrinking, shapeless strewn shreds
white paint stroke streaks hovering high
in ripe time, like truth, they silently freeze
they twist and break with the blowing breeze
or seem darker than lies hidden away
than truth clouded, delayed or unreleased
creeping crimson hues mark presence
climb slow the soft snowy effervescence
as they eclipsed the sun, it lost sunshine
its soul seemed dead,life lost the essence
a sight that reminds of love's fulfilling bliss
this upside-down land that the angel's kiss
afloat on cotton cushions,watch the world amok
running across horizons,floating this abyss
the shadows shielding are so dark, so dead
how the heart and soul shiver in dread
fearing the sunshine shall never return
wishing to merge with the clouds instead
overcast meaning, truth casts a shroud
flashing rage in sparks,thunders angrily aloud
live dreams not fears, crush doubts not hopes
cries the perennially pouring heavy cloud
at times soft clouds meet thundering peers
throwing lightning, thunder, words and fears
tender hurt hearts shatter at the harshness
making broken clouds mourn a million tears


Details | Personification | |

Black Rose

Petal by petal my black rose is dying. Weeping blood as it's stem turns brown. With 
its beauty forever gone and its heart not beating, it shall die. His leafs fall off and 
his last petal unclasps from him. Finally, he is left in complete silence as his last black 
petal falls to his feet. As for him, he falls to the ground, dead, as the last petal hits 
the ground.

-Kallie Mason


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Than-Bauk | |

Winters Release

One frown is lost
At what cost now
Jack Frost has died


Details | Narrative | |

Grizzly

Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.

We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf;
in deep drafts we breathed the earthy air,
interpreting the dent and trace of tracks.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.

Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the blooded claw,
of the brownish-yellow raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed two sages,
amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.


Details | Elegy | |

In Memory of the Family Dog

for Sam

We take turns stabbing 
with our shovel at rocky clay dirt
until the cut's deep 
enough for what little remains 
of our family dog.
Warm wet salt drops--
on my tongue as
I sip wine from a fragile glass
Stare through to hawks 
swimming in October winds
circling hills full of Diablo
full of still, 
old oaks--
small, 
petrified, bony.


Details | Lyric | |

Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





Details | List | |

Untitled

Tears so warm and bitter, pain so hurtful and mode. "I wish I 
cannot feel this again." I can't take this anymore I want to 
smile, not cry all my tears. You left me with a paralyze 
heart, you left without saying thank you. "I couldn't been 
that bad." I was sweet.gently.loving and more I showed you 
smiles and laugher, even when I was blue with no strength to 
carry on. I was your "superwoman the healer"!!!! you was the 
gun and those sour meanful words. pop, pop careless man you 
where. But love was my good heart I gave you, happy or sad 
I was but my man I loved. Little but something I gave to 
you, even my last dime but you was worth more and a 
million. So many I love you and forever always we will be I 
believed that. And still do, I gave you the power I showered 
you with everything I was the one. Who seen it all but still 
was by your side, your actions games I was here not there. 
Right near so clear in view but you broke me and the rules. 
Now it me crumbling and you far far away, probable not least 
caring what you had done to me.


Details | Free verse | |

november

november is nearing its end
the trees seem starved of life
standing bare in frigid air

i shiver at the thought
of winter’s touch
it’s much like a kiss
upon someone gone
too soon from life

i look around me
and see death
as it stands before me
yet i feel full on thoughts
that taunt my mind

i am numb
tired and weak
don’t care to speak
in a breath that rises
from lips in frigid air
when i see no breath
from my mother, brother,
father gone too soon from life

i want to see life again
or feel their kisses
in a summer’s breeze
yet all i see is death
among the trees
i feel it in the air
i still taste it
it’s everywhere

i snap like branches
beneath a storm
spiral down
become grounded
again...again...
in november’s end


Details | Free verse | |

Snakes of Summer

Snakes of Summer
 
All summer I saw them
as they scurried in front
of my whirling mower blades.

Some of them evaded the
metal blades. 
The slower ones were halved
and quartered. 
The first time this happened, 
I was shocked and saddened. 
The second time
angry at myself 
remorseful
for mowing the fields 
I called home 
and thought of as my private park.

I made adjustments.
I walked the field with my dog
before I mowed, chasing the
gopher snakes ahead of me to their dens. 

These slow moving, diurnal creatures 
usually sunned themselves in my field, 
readying themselves for active nights 
hunting lizards and rodents.

Their prey is suffocated by the
constriction of loops of their 
chocolate spotted body, and
then they dine, shyly, 
maybe a little remorseful
about what they’ve done.


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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……


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

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

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

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

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


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

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

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

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

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

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

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

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | 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.


Details | Haiku | |

Between Storm And Afterworld

opening and closing
wings bare of colored dust
a butterfly dies


Details | Rengay | |

"Unopened Eyes" (Co-Written With Doris Culverhouse) Added on

Cats on roof in snow
Sentinels watching looking
Without open eyes

The jet flies the governor's
Course set to adultery

Cat slips on frozen 
Snow, claws grip the edge, below
A fire awaits..... fate

Death takes the pilot,
In midair the govenor
Yearns...jet burst apart

Cat's grip is weak claws strip falls
Clings to  governor's carcass

Taxpayers buy a 
New plane, and exwife's dreams flow...
And flames still scorch!


(The cats are metaphoric for politicians.)


Details | Sonnet | |

Old Blue-tick Hound

Damn old worthless dog. How lazy he lies 
in shade on my porch, by my rocking-chair.
Good but for flea food or a perch for flies
too old to bark at a wild hog or hare.
He’s fast asleep with one half open eye
as if to protect me, like he still could.
His old body sore and I know that I
(for his old age) must put him down for good.

Like a thank you for nothing, same as a 
gentle pat on the head. A gift to guard 
him from pain, to cut short his days so they
won’t be his burden. My sympathy charred
and heart destroyed, to give my old pal this
reward, this kindness, this murderous kiss.


Details | Haiku | |

A Petal

Flourishing life lives
Colorful and creative
Burned away and lost


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain

I look up at the overcast sky,
People always ask me why.
Why I like to walk in the rain,
Why do they think I'm insane?

I love the feel of the wet grass,
The feel of the rain's splash.
Why do they judge me so?
What I feel, they do not know.

Water drips from the hair behind my ears,
My call for comfort no one hears.
Why do they want to fix me?
They don't even know what broke me.

I look up at the overcast sky,
They still ask me why.
I tell them I don't really know,
It brings a peace I can neither describe nor show.


Details | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


Details | Haiku | |

...our lobster killers

 
...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water


Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


Details | Free verse | |

A woman's body

I dream of a woman's body 
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively 
becomes more slutty.
 
I'd like to play with it 
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until 
I've reached the treasure.

With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll 
keep scobba diving until 
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever. 

Some women than like to sever 
all ties and be the player. 
But when I dream of a woman's 
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.

But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....    

  


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mascot Of Gregorian Spring

All children gather,
'pon Eostre
...and it's Gregorian majesty incarnate
to view the remnants of the mighty hare.

To view the symbol of the modern spring;
...(and it's victorious savior).

A savior, whose torn scraps
still linger 'pon the tractor's wheel
...and the "dozers come to take his home.

The children see their spring become a graveyard
...and the majesty of spring, shattered;
an innocence revoked,
and yet more land unjustly taken;

...from the mascot of Gregorian spring.


Details | Haiku | |

We Owe It To The Children

Let the beauty be
for my child, for years to come.
Will it stay untouched?


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting

Friday leaps through the window
curtains swing to the swish of the sea.

Spirit sparkling, dizzy for your return
I wait for your call, scanning the dawn.

Church bells chime down the hillside,
the village stirs under a honeysuckle sky.

A lemon field sleeps beneath the mountains,
plum purple with wild scented heather.

Life peeps from geranium doorways
as the blush of our weekend beckons.

Love burns red as a mid-summer rose
until Sunday sobs through the window.

And we yearn for Friday to leap again.


Details | Rhyme | |

There are Times

There are times when we don't understand just what it is that is at hand
There are times we want to know it all, but only one knows that

There are times we feel lost and alone and don't know where we'll land
There are times for tears of sorrow that shed until none are left to pat

There are times when the depth of despair feels like the power of quicksand
There are times when gentle words are like a melody of a soothing band

There are times when the solitude of silence is what we must embrace
There are times when sweet memories are what we need to chase

There are times we sit and wonder when our sorrow will subside
There are times we sense the presence of a loved on by our side

There are times when burdens appear too difficult to take
There are times we must see the sun setting beyond the calm clear lake


Details | Haiku | |

Chameleon and the Butterfly

The Chameleon ate 
the Butterfly, both do change
in different ways


Details | Imagism | |

Standing Close to Heaven

In the pristine valley, the slope rose suddenly.
As the sun slowly showed 
over tree topped rim,
the mists whirled slowly upward.
A lazy whirling dervish,
the sign of temperature change.
The trees would soon cast their brilliance
onto the forest floor, there seeking a 
final resting place.
On the outcrop stood 
a most magnificent creature.
The sixteen point buck did not know 
the meaning of fear.  
He had never seen man.
He had never been outside of his valley.
He had never crossed path with bear or puma.
The family was now a herd of ten.
Standing with head held high
he surveyed the natural formations holding
him in and discouraging visitors;
the beautiful waterfall, the lush grasses.
Columbine, blueberry abundantly flourished.
His white crested chest now shining in the sunlight.
Suddenly he faltered to one knee as a small
trickle of red emerged from the white.
The last thing he heard was a sharp “Crack”
and all went black. 

© Sept 18 Charles Henderson 
Inspired by the poem: In a Patch of Heaven by Constance a Rambling Poet  
For Rambling's "I'm sending you a gift of poetry, Dear Heart" contest


Details | Free verse | |

The last rose saying goodbye to love

Deep within a forest glade
grows a single beautiful fragrant rose
It's sweet aroma
floats upon a gentle summer breeze
from it's soft petals and folds.

But what makes this humble rose 
so special
is it's the last rose in the world to ever 
grow.

Such a rare precious flower
should be treated with tender loving care
but it loses it's once vibrant color
and fades and wilts  to brown
falling to the ground
only to be swept away
by a precarious turbulent wind
without the mere whisper of a memory
that it had ever existed
gone forever.


Peter Dome.2011.



Details | Rhyme | |

THE FAIR GIRL AND THE BLACK EGRET

In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?


Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.


The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind bird...now let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  


Details | Etheree | |

SCARSE RAIN IN SEPTEMBER

A September day threatened by rain,
can promise a glint when clouds don't swell
and eagles still fly in empty skies;  
the rich soil wasn't cracked by drought,
paths were shady and hair-breath...
peach' trees drooped with fruits,
robins gathered
on them 'till
sunset
came!


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Turmoil That We Struggle With

Ones desires are like fires they can surely ignite
How can one resist the grace in such divine beauty?
Passionate or lustful tasting of either juice be fruity  
Taking one if not to both lead to great heights

Pheromones cause the heart beating without end
Fore what is this to be?
Is this love we all see?
Blood pulsating indulges, gyrates a message to send

The constant images and feelings can become obsession
Daily repercussions of this act can be maddening
Deciding to live without this to can be saddening 
Closet thing we have to heaven each and every session


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ECHOES OF THE HEART

A teenager's wish couldn't be granted,
it was unfairly and abruptly silenced
by fate when that heart's fervent voice loved to sing;
what it sought was joyful days of a perennial spring!



The flight over a calm sea and a windy ocean was fearful and long... 
I felt extreme sadness exploding inside: departing from a lovely town  
with verdant trees and grassy hills illuminated by the nascent dawn;
did I feel any joy entering a city with skyscrapers chocked by smog?
  


In any yearning heart, memory cuts down the distance set by miles
when Motherland reminds it of its stars creating a twinkling spectacle...
that's when echoing words evoke something too vivid and incredible;
and assuming I never grew up, I run and catch those pretty fireflies. 
     


Details | Senryu | |

Fall Senyru.

Forlorn fibers fly
ruby refuse recoiling
morose motors mulch


FALL.


Details | Haiku | |

Sunset

the glory of the sun
as it sinks in the far west
clouds wave farewell


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ICU

intensive care unit
may recover or  take leave
by those ill and not


Details | Rhyme | |

Why

Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

On Japan

Once, I traveled as far as to Japan,
climbed the temple’s staircase, 
looked down the dawdling stream; 
cherry blossoms aloof on the surface 

The night was serene, the breeze chilly, 
the hush was the music of absence 
because the heaven was sparkly  
yet the Moon had only a hidden radiance. 

The first rose has long withered 
a gift that never parted to her den,
my journey to here was encumbered
as you galloped tiny as a quiet wren. 

It is in this woody petite bridge
I can fetch your shadowy eyes 
when the shinning host resurges
banning your silhouette with silver rays. 

My reflex in the water is but a blur,
I am deluded by a giggling sound
that quickly faded to a murmur 
like your footprints in the ground.  

So long, I have to quietly utter 
to discover I am held captive, 
only in this bridge I find shelter
for the reverie I travel to revive. 

The night is long and will not vanish
until the sun flocks his stellar peers; 
I wake up, the illusion will perish
in Japan, the lonesome reality conquers.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Open your eyes and see

 Open Your Eyes and See
---------------------------------
Open your eyes and see
it was you that was made for me
so hold out you arms and cuddle me
let me lean on you and you lean on me
we will last until infinity


Open your eyes and see
just what you mean to me
take my hand and lets go off to wonderland 
course your my one and only man

so baby please open your eyes and see
only you mean the world to me
my one and only true fantasy
the sweetest man ill ever meet
so open your eyes and see
oh baby its me so open your heart to a brand new start and
set it free  course only your love romances me so give me a kiss 
and don't dare miss course every day your sure to reminisce 
open your eyes  and see just how much you  mean to me
i don't need you leaving me



Lonely Heart aka Sherell Crumpton


Details | Verse | |

Love Trashed In A Country Village

Pelted forth, hanging strings of moorland curtains,
  Endless rains, tart and stinging nettles,
Drive the icy pitons, needles of frozen spite,
  Through the scalp into the mind where it unsettles.

God, I hate this land, this patch of grub and blight,
  And lachrymose faces, grimaced at their bitter sups
From cloudy glasses, smeared with last nights lipstick,
  The dying dreams of women drown men in their cups.

Ah, but when the heather was young and moisture slick,
  She lay with risen hems in gorse and bracken,
Below her lower belly rose the urgent scent
  From the penetrative flesh so soon to slacken.

Thrown upon the graceless moors of cold descent,
  Whatever garments I once held for her in moistened pockets,
Oh, if I am not to see her again, I might as bloody well
  Tear my very eyes out from their sockets.


Details | Narrative | |

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.


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Hannibal

Good listener, please lend your ear
To share my history
Before I take the poison drink,
I’ll tell you my story.

They’re coming even now to take
The city that we love
And hope is often lost and so
My tale i’ll tell you of.
	
	When Carthage took upon itself
To find by light of day
A general? Well your in luck!
Great Hannibal did say.

He planned to cross the mountains great
Twas thought the only way,
But first to cross the river Rhone,
Great Hannibal did pray

The river Rhone rose up and warned
	Don’t cross my waters grey!
	No way to cross? Then all was lost
	Great Hannibal did say

	Then at once stood Hannibal
	We’ll cross by th’end of day!? 	Take down those trees to make a raft
	Great Hannibal did say 

	Over the water blue they went
	Lined up in an array
	And now to Rome and battle great!
	Good Hannibal did say.
	
Due north he found an obstacle
	That willed him to give way,
	The northern tribes with battle cries
	Great Hannibal did slay.

	The biggest problem now was here
	Across the mountains stray
	“Great danger now we face, my men,”
	Great Hannibal did say.

	Across the mountains none did think
	That they would last a day
	Just one more hill or mountain top,
	Great Hannibal would say

	The crew were weary lost and torn
	That made them curse the day
	“But we are almost there, you see?”
	Great Hannibal did say.	

	And soon enough the walls of Rome
	Rose up as if to say
	Who ventures here with war in mind?
	Come greet us at our gates!

	But in the Roman city there
	Scipio here to stay
	“No one can beat us, no one can,”
	Great Hannibal did say.

	At Rome’s great gates for 15 years
	He waited patiently
	We can’t stay here, for food is dear,
	Great Hannibal did say.

	So he turned back to Carthage’s gates
	But met along the way
	Scipio and his army great
	Hannibal could not slay

	When all was done his quest was lost,
	And Rome would live too great,
	A treaty signed so punishing
	That Carthage lost its gate.

	And Hannibal the general
	That lost the city too
	Was forced to go to lands beyond
	And help as best he could.


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media

This is today's news:
A sinkhole swallowed a man whole
as the earth yawned

in the ancient land
of monsoons and man-of-wars
after the waters

ceased. One was portrayed as 
man suddenly gone, captured
live for us to see.


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Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


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Homely Shores

The waves carry it on
And as it swims with the current,
It drifts to unknown seas
Where danger surfaces with the surf.
But when it swims against the current,
It’s thrashed and smashed
And broken.
But it finds the way home.
It’s you.
Though castles on homely shores
Have been washed away.
 
Yet castles can be built again
And wooden logs can decay
Trees can shed their leaves and burn
While stones change shapes.
Home will be calm still
And soak you with peace that the waves washed away.  
Home will calm you
I promise.


Details | Free verse | |

I Know The Itch That Can't Be Scratched

I know the itch that can't be scratched
The world is growing way too fast.
We all are at battle with peace of mind
Alas, it's the itch that can't be scratched.

I know the itch that can't be scratched
These wars are growing hard, and fast.
Soon the world will be one dead blob of mass-
Alas! It's the itch that can't be scratched.


Details | Lyric | |

Let Your Rains Fall Down

let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here


© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Free verse | |

The rose

I watch the rose as it lowers its head, as if given up on the world.
The blood red petals darken and let go, leaving the stem and its harsh thorns.
This once radiant rose is now crashing down, on the table its sat;
until, all the petals are gone and there is nothing left, in the veins.
As it fades and drops, down into the soil, behind is left all that remains.
As time passes this beautiful flower is forgotten.
Given more time the rose begins to rise,
this time stronger, and colored with courage.


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 | Haiku | |

Leaving Autumn

Gilded orange/brown 
Readying to return down
Rise from root once more


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In The Valley Of The Mountains

I step into the new day.

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

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

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

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

The storm breaks hard.

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


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Raindrops

The rain marched uniformly as an army in its prime
But this was no ordinary army along too came their band
They marched with a song so calming to hear
It changed in slopes and meanders as it made its way down
They were the ones who woke you and they soon removed your frown
You sat and listened as their song changed soothing you out of sleep
One by one they marched on with their tune down the slope
They were an army never to march again but soldiered on
An army of many and army of one… purpose
It's the army that resurrects the thoughts of wartime
It's the song that tickles your mind and helps you back… to it
Hoping you will err not twice as every army on the slope has
Take a different journey hidden in the clouds of your sky
But like every soldier before down the slopes it pours
Raindrops in the night

Copyright  (c) July 2006 J.R. Thomas


Details | Free verse | |

But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
                                           
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.


I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.

                                                


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


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 | Limerick | |

Bad Mood

At first: elated.
Now I sit, deflated;
My inspiration's down the drain.
I'm mad 'cause it's sunny;
I don't think it's funny.
Boy, how I wish it would rain.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE LONESOME FLUTE PLAYER

Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.


He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 


Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.


Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 


All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.


You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.


Details | Epigram | |

15 April 1912

Liner hits iceberg , a titanic disaster My entry into Raul's contest " Six Word Masterpiece "


Details | Senryu | |

DORMANCY

Inactive as bears,
sleeping in a remote cave...
dreaming of grassland.



The theme of the poem is winter.


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 | Haiku | |

Night and light

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


Details | Free verse | |

That Old Willow Tree

That Old Willow Tree

A place of solitude
Down by the swamp
A willow tree grows among the weeds
Branches reach to the sky
Fronds hang down reaching for the earth below
Birds live and sing in her branches
Shade loving plants grow at her feet
It is so pleasant on a hot August afternoon
The perfect place to just sit and think
Maybe paint a beautiful landscape
Or even an inspired poem
Such a place exists only for the artist
There aren’t many in our hectic world
They have been paved over
Polluted so that the beauty is long gone
Or just lost to everlasting progress
If you find a place like that old willow tree
Love it and go there for moments of solitude
Think about what nature has given you for that day
Because tomorrow it may be gone
And you may sit at the foot of a parking meter
But it will never be the same


Details | Free verse | |

Recovery takes Time

The recovery from life at seven is so trying. Having witnessed
your brother being taken to heaven. What future can a child see
through cascades of tears, what future does a parent explain to 
allay his fears. 

Their day to day life has been forever changed, as their different 
tomorrow brought loss and sever. Where do I start to tell you if I coped.
What words for the loss as my fathers health sloped.

Decisions were made from the pain we must move, to be on the peripheral, to 
rejoin life, to gain. Absorbing our loss, brought us closer than
before, but it has taken a life to go through their last door.

My father and I, responded by living. We walked in beautiful glens 
surrounded by heathers, as we as a family grew from our weathers. The walks 
on Ben Nevis in nature surround, as he taught me plenty about animals and 
plants. We would drink the clear waters as he told me it brought life. Being 
so educated at seven, filled the void. Every so often we would say " Boom 
Boom " would love being here, as we thought for a moment and then the 
eventual tears.
 
But the toll of our loss, for my father was heartbroken. His health declined 
with the loss of my brother. Six more years of sporadic times, as hospital 
became his home and child support became mine.

My recovery from life continues to this day. As I think and look back at 
all the times we spent surrounded by life, my father and I from the loss of 
a life, but I still wonder why.




.



Details | Bio | |

The Village banyan Tree

Stotutly among the rest of the trees, standing high-
Its height touches the sky in which the kites fly,
Guarding the village like a gallant knight,
Its bark shows the black wounds of many fights.

Its creepers like a dozen of pythons,
Could be seen from far away lawns-
All trying to hold it captive-
But for them its size is too massive.

It has seen so many years;
It has viewed so many deaths of nears and dears;
The signs of sorrow reflect on its face crystal clear;
How so much sorrow doth it bear?
And how doth it resist its sorrowful tears?

Somuch old and yet so young-
Its nostalgic night-song
Is a bridge to my childhood days that have passed long. 





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Mournful Clouds

Playful serpents of lightning
With twin tongues sparkling
Into the dark caves of clouds
In their hide’n seek marbling

Anger some heat they sending
Lo! All soft clouds thus forcing
To melt shy, rich’n cool hearts
Into the soul of earth a pouring

And like those gloomy lovers
Wander into greens’n bowers
Restless without their beloved
Shedding oceans of showers

O tearful clouds! Keep urging
Thy lost love, go quick pacing
Take the path of roaring rivers
At home she must be waiting

But let me any path  not search 
Let me lie’n a little more perch
With my preciously gifted tears
As last love token way of church


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Evening

a gentle evening
the light is fading rapidly
trees are sentinels


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Black Birds

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


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You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free


Details | Couplet | |

Loss Of Habitat


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





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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 | I do not know? | |

Energy

Energy

When my final breath has won
And you search for me in your heart
Don’t let your heart feel pity
My body may be gone
But i m always with you
You may think me far away
But on a hot summers day
Feel me burning down on your face
And when you feel that cool, soothing breath of a breeze 
That is me caressing your skin
I am swaying the trees for you so you know that i am with you
Listen, and you will hear me whispering to you words of love

I will hide in the quiet before a thunder storm 
You will see me in a bright flash of lightning
Sense me in the whipping of the waves
Feel me tremble in the world beneath you
I am the pressure in the force of the tide
I am the gravity that keeps your feet on the ground
I will hold your heart in my grasp and pump it for you
Until the day that you join me

In every flickering motion
And every trip or fall i am with you
So never be afraid off letting go
Because i am there to keep you going
Don’t think of me as gone
Think of me as free
Free to spin the world
Free to ride the winds above
My soul will fly 


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


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Let Them In

What world is this I seem to have stumbled upon?
Ghostly encounters in the hours before dawn.
Each sleepless night I wait in the still silent gloom,
Mists creeping in to this most haunted room.
Their voices too quiet for words to be clear.
These cold wafts of air seem alive when they near.
Is it this home, a place they need to be?
Or can it be simply that they’re haunting me?

www.insiderealhauntings.com


Details | Free verse | |

Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


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Sleeping Willow

In a great big valley, between two hills
A willow, stands broken and bent
Her crooked shadows play on the ground
Her bark, now jagged and spent

An old cracked swing hangs on her branches
Where laughter used to reside
A couple of holes buried deep in her heart
A place for the squirrels to hide

The breeze ever gently caresses her hair
As if he's trying to console
A creaking is heard down deep in her joints
The years have taken their toll

She's afraid that this winter might be her last
As she stares out across the hill
Watching the stars all take their places
As the breeze grows quiet and still

The very next morning the flowers awake
Stretching their arms toward the light
The breeze shakes the willow to give her a kiss
To find that she died in the night

In a great big valley, between two hills
A willow has fallen asleep
Well past her prime, a product of time
Leaving just the flowers to weep


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rivers

The Rivers

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Life's Story

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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The Last American Jaguar

The message came to me as a cry from above,
The eagle cried and cried with the sounds of great mourning.
For it seems the last of the American jaguars has passed away.
While trying to rescue the magnificant creature.

This creature with spots so lovely has been exterminated with a final shove.
Now, this beautiful feline no longer will show it's face in each days dawning.
Goodbye, you wonderful creature, the eagle now has his goodbye say.
For we have just lost another of the woodland wonders we all so treasure.


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Red Rock Sits Alone

red rock sits alone

between many colored stones

among, yet apart

 

 

(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Why do you come here?

Forced awake.
Eyes defiant to the core.
Know now my name.
My nature is abstruse...
Why do you come here?

Solitude best suited,
My call haughtily heard.
You point your crooked finger,
My Nature is abstruse...
Why do you come here?

Stubbornness only matched by your ego,
Iron Clad Pestilence.
You know not of the land you walk on.
My Nature is abstruse...
Why do you come here?

Heed my call, Huitzilopochtli.
Steel crashes and falls.
My concerns lye with my children.
I retreat into solace...
My nature no longer abstruse.


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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 | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


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

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

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

in another life, another time,

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

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

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

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

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

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

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

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m still training for perfection    

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

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

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

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

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


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Barren Scene Seen

Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .


Details | Haiku | |

Puddle

The puddle this morn 
Dappled image of the sun
Burnt and on the run


Details | Free verse | |

Web wise

Web wise

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

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Metropolitan Inferno

Rusty rotten dirty domes,
Wound the Heaven’s azure heart,
Chimneys’ souls rise to part,
Black giants’ filthy foams.

Metal hooting centipedes,
Pierce the hills’ rocky chest.
Shaking the jungles’ breast,
Roaring saw on trunk feeds.

Life’s teasing irony,
Knife to cut on the barks
Save trees in the parks!
Man’s mocking destiny...


Details | Rhyme | |

Katrina

 The water is rising, levels getting high.
Hold to the bible and don't say good bye.
 Act like a soldier, Stand hold your ground.
Pray for your family,Pray for your land.
 I cant believe whats happening, It just cant be.
Pray for My family & please pray for Me.
 Lord Jesus I'm sorry,Please don't forsake me.
I'm here child dont fear.
 Just come hold me tightly.
Your love is so stong, I won't take this lightly.
 Your faith is so strong I just won't ignore.
Come to me child and Walk apon the Shore.


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Storm Chasers

cameras clicking
a twisting path we follow~
devastation dawns
 


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   


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The Wandering Soul

Over hills I walk,
All tongues I talk.
Rivers I crossed,
Pennies I tossed.
and Life goes on.

With women I slept,
Streams of tears I wept.
Silken robes I wore,
Innocent hearts I tore.
and Life goes on.

Every corner I went,
Till my back was bent.
With every sun I watched,
A stick my hand clutched.
and Life goes on


Details | Rhyme | |

A storm is coming

A storm is coming 
near
On our faces, 
nothing but fear
Ignorance protects 
the heart of the 
young
Never knowing what 
they're among

Some shake their 
heads in disbelief
Some take cover in 
the earth beneath
Man protect woman, 
woman protect child
Objects tossed, this 
wind is wild

A cry for help is 
never heard
Every man for 
himself, it's quite 
absurd
You know the saying 
"joy comes in the 
morning"
But in their hearts 
it's still a bit stormy

They remember the 
ones they loss even 
though they are now 
apart, may they 
know they remain in 
our hearts, as life 
goes on to a new 
start

A storm is coming, a 
storm has came
The storm is over, 
lives were claimed
And the ones that 
are left will never be 
the same...
A storm is coming 
so is the pain



                                                                                     -
Ashley Humes


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Sweet Southern Security

Sweet Southern Security
 
Sprawling shady oak trees, tall slender 

pine trees with jutting needles, and broad whispering 

magnolia trees towering above as the bright moonlight 

filters through their waving restless limbs and leaves,

mirroring the silvery liquid mercury motions

 of the warm Atlantic Ocean.

 

The sweet intoxication of the

aromatic floral vapors of gardenia 

and magnolia fusing with the spicy 

scent of pine sap from a fallen limb,

calms my soul and brings me peace,

 as a brisk wind ruffles through my hair.

 

Slowly rocking in an old knotty pine rocker, 

back and forth, sipping a smooth glass of bourbon

in an introspective state of mind, gazing at the 

dancing motions of the liquid waves as a rush of 

warmth from the bourbon courses through my veins.

 

 Protective Liberty, the black Great Dane,

barks at the cars buzzing by her street,

warning them to get the hell away, 

far from her gate, her house, her family. 

 

 
Chitter-chatter of the crickets, 

and the throaty croaking pleas of the restless frogs 

in the neighboring forest pond, brings ambiance to this 

southern spring evening.

 

The tranquility of this hypnotic setting

and the feeling of security from this old

clapboard cottage that wraps around 

me like a tattered family quilt, 

takes me back to the security of the home that I 

left only a few years ago.

 

Taking this moment alone to acknowledge 

all that I lost the day I left my home, reflecting on 

how much grieving that day’s caused me since having

to walk away from a life I truly loved

and enjoyed.  Being here tonight brings me hope

that one day I’ll find my sense of security again.

 

 


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Necrotizing Fasciitis

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


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AN UNCERTAIN VICTORY

Why did they fight that war? Why did those young lives experience mortal terror?
Many left their homeland to serve as they sung their National Anthem...
others stayed behind, not caring about their destiny in a unfamiliar land so far?
I saw them waving goodbye to everyone...I wished I had gone with them!

The invisible enemy was hiding on the other side of the wild river,
as the platoon's commander ordered the vigilant soldiers
to target anything or anybody that moved on ground and in the air...
a Cobra helicopter hovered above to spot and hit the targets.


Clouds gathered above to add gloom as the crawling soldiers have their steady grip
on the colt commands ready to fire as the Vietnamese should advance...
a patton tank followed them on rugged terrain ready for valiant defense;
who wouldn't wear a brave look on the battlefield : until his blood would drip?   


Through marshes infested by snakes and rats, they carried the wounded to safety;
and any soldier had to bear pain without emetting a scream...how heartrending!
Behind them, the sanguine batterfied echoed with blasts and unthinkable atrocity...
there were no winners in this war: both sides finally realized the useless fighting!  
 

Wriiten by Andrew Crisci for Miranda Lambert's contest, " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "


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To the Heart

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


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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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This is Not a Test

How can man destroy his only home.
The only land that he has ever known.
You must be blind to not see the greed
and blinder still not to see the need.
Mother earth will die and most don't care.
We search for energy almost anywhere.
We make mistakes, that's what humans do.
The Gulf of Mexico dies for the red, white, and blue.
For corporations that claim they do whats right.
The government agrees and helps them in there plight.
We need the oil they say so drill they must.
But how can you not know it's money they lust.
They try to convince us it's not so bad.
This is the worst mistake they've ever had.
Is California next you have to wonder?
Do we placidly wait for there next blunder?
I have no confidence in those that rule.
I can't stand the lies, the words of a fool.
Do we go on believing it's all for the best.
This is an emergency, this is not a test.


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TRAGEDY IS A SPINNING WHEEL

Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.


When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  


Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.


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My life

Flow with the wind of a million ways
Obstacles in front of me but I want them to fade
Smooth like the ocean and cuts like a blade
The definiton of me is my life....

Flying in the skies to living in the dirt
Emotions like a rock it sinks in the ocean and hurts
Trap me in a cage and i will master the fear
Death is almost near and this is my life....

My blood flows like the breeze from a bird
Skin melts like candle tears from what you heard
I will never feel pain if you stab me with a knife
This isn't a game but it is my life....

Breath in a million shines
Dictionary never says, only the true words rhyme
From the beggining of the vision to the darkness that ends
And I'll say it again, this is my life....


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Train Calms And Settles

            Train Calms And Settles

Held above the moss, chocking the bog in calm and thick
Train floats over rusting rails then stalls
Wet mist with warm smoke from the engine mingle
Falls back to earth to cover 
Iron on iron on the deep grinding steal
Settles with the tracks and stops 
The smell of pine from trees not far or near
Give a sense of safety on the marsh
Insects notice the change and circle at the site
Their ancient armor heard above the silence after thunder
In the distance are unclaimed cities
Waiting far off in hope
On the bog there is no help
Insects of the flying kind draw closer
Curious to find a solid meal
Wheels and machine grow greener
Stuck in place
Train calms and settles on its fate
Remains covered by the rain


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A Road to Nowhere

A road to nowhere A picturesque scene of trees turning bare Fresh autumn scents filling the air And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes She creates an east rhythm to hum along to Walking along, not a care in the world Living her life, and living it well The cool crisp air softly blowing at her knees Coming throughout the autumn trees For a moment it almost seems Things aren't really ever as bad as they tend to seem Soaking in the last bit of light with a peaceful flow She passes along the last few trees with golden leaves shinning abode The now setting sun begins to give off a warm orangey red glow Setting off her long blonde hair as it moves to and fro Then out of the gleaming sky Fighting her rising fear from deep with inside Her heartbeat quickens, as she tries keeping a steady stride Hairs prickling up upon her neck, a raven screeches as it swoops by The absence oh heat, so abrupt Leaves her with chills, so corrupt Touching her soul as if almost freezing up Upon her face lay a perfect cut A gush of wind cuts across her chest And her forehead quickly covers with little beads of sweat Just as she's starting to fear she can't go on She twirls and turns then starts to run She whirls around but falls to her knees Blood slowly dripping down from her cheek The raven appears with an open beak Ans lets out a bloodcurdling screech "Raven, Raven, oh please don't die!" She laughs And looks upon the bird with a menacing smile Then lets out a satisfying sigh "Just please don't die" She gracefully stands with blood-lust filled eyes Her tapping shoes carrying her off into the night Her Raven black hair rocking to and fro And off down the road to nowhere she goes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe


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The Deed

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

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

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

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

- an utter-able chill - 

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

If You Leave Me

              
That fragrant smell of you like jasmine,
When you are away, I don’t forget,
Do you forget mine?
The goodness of it I remember always,
I remember you,
Do I bring you goodness?
Will you remember me? 
A potpourri of dry flowers sit on your nightstand,
Waiting to be consumed by you,
If it talked, it would say I love you,
When you speak petals come out flowing,
When I listen to your words that drip to the floor,
I soak them up with my feet that have deep roots,
This, is completeness for me,
If you think to leave,
Then don’t come back,
I, will be gone too!
I won’t come back!
But, if you always love me,
Then, I will always love you,
If ever you should come to hate me,
I could never hate you,
I will lie down with crashing waves blanketing me,
Then, I will  be that sand particle floating effortlessly in the sea,
If you have killed your hate and look for me again,
Then look upon the fading sun in the horizon,
There, you will find me set free by the sea. 


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16

The winds carry my cries
The rain with tears
Lightning in my eyes, there and gone

I feel connected to destruction
Everything i touch seems to break
Like midas and his golden touch
Only worse and unable to reverse

So many people i tore apart
Some have stayed and some have gone
I only wish i wouldn't be a pain to them any longer

I've just realised what i am
I am that of darkness
Not of light

The cold blade of death seems so fond
When warm flesh weighs me down
It calls like thunder
Forewarning a storm

Plagued with misfortune
Roaming the earth
I, the bringer of sadness and sorrows

Never a smile
Never a breath
Never life comes my way

Starry skies seem so dim
Moon ever bright
Darkness i evermore do love

When i'm gone
I promise
You'll worry no more

The pain i feel inside
Never goes away
Seems a plague with no cure
Till i die

The moon unknown but full
When my spirit will finally rest


Details | Quatrain | |

THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Pantoum | |

Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


Details | Haiku | |

Fear

One little flower
Quivers at a fingers touch
and begins to die


Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly

It was on the beat of butterfly wings, 
We became torn (micro-emotion fibers worn), 
Like pages from a discarded journal, 
Always said we knew what we were doing, 
Until all that we did was done, 
I thought that we grew yet 
I'm still just a caterpillar waiting to cocoon, 
But I don't know how to do it (it was supposed to be a natural thing), 
I hear the gentle beat of butterfly wings above me, 
Its simple life a distant disaster, 
A record of things ignored (so small, can't be my fault), 
Someone's bad karma.


Details | Haiku | |

The unwary foot

Blue streaks on water
Draw me to the hidden shore
Brittle ice cracking.


Details | Free verse | |

Oil Volcano Against A Gulf

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An oil rig is burning up
Mourning for eleven dead
Beaches blackened with tar
From drowning birds
To shattering lives
Oil volcano against a gulf

A pipe that still gushes
It is too late for blame
It may just never be fixed
From failed attempt
After foot-in-mouth
We need more than prayers

The fisherman lose lives
They skim oil instead of
Our 3rd coast is in peril!
Still pipes pollute
Robots can not help
A disgusting mess this big

We should sustain within
At very least geothermal
Farm solar instead of corn
As Germany is doing
Fueling off our own
Equally paying our farmers

America can not afford
To go on wasting a day
If we boycott, we will pay
Pump price going up
We see what they do
BP might raise them anyway


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Penney is Gone

Penney, Elaine's lovely old poodle
Passed over the hill early one morn,
Those achey old bones were reborn
As she trotted to the Rainbow Bridge.

Penney was a smart little gal,
She loved to eat and always had her fill,
She was the Alpha female at our house,
She even scared the Pit Bulls half to death.

Elaine had Penney for almost ten years
So she was very sad to see her leave,
Her body is buried deep in our back yard,
But Penney's soul is now free to roam.

I'm sure she's happy in God's Dog Heaven
As long as she's fed and given a bone,
Penney was always very self-sufficient,
A nine pound bundle for Elaine's arms alone.



Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


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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



Details | Quintain (English) | |

LONELIER THAN A LONELY HEART

For four cold and long months
I was lonelier than a lonely heart,
staring at the beautiful snowflakes...
and afraid to fall asleep, I dreamt in the dark:
reminiscing the intense heat of midnight! 


Lonelier than a lonely heart:
shunning sleep, retracing lovely memories of old,
of forget-me-not on that scented path;
and those delicate daises thrown at her feet haven't faded,
but have kept my passion alive as any true lover would.     


Once these hearts were close, no need to yearn
for each other...through each night our passion arose; 
has anyone ever asked how long it did burn? 
Sadly, loneliness revokes a nostalgic desire
to whisper passionate words that aren't there.


Lonelier than a lonelier heart:
it's the most awful feeling I can endure;  
images of two lovers kissing into the shadows of night, 
touching their warm bodies to feel pleasure...
oh, imaginary dream don't end until sunrays emerge!   


Details | I do not know? | |

The Time is Now

   The water's getting wild, rough around the edges. 
And yet so peaceful underneath, the overlaying surface. 
With the rugged colored water, and the storm starts a brewing; 
the wildest fish are only caught, when the darest of them all, 
start the search, before nightfall. 

    Through the tunnel the forest calls;
 the owls tune with the howls, and the mice with the coons.

   The rain pours from the clouds, starving for the attention, 
the skies don't give them. And when the thunder starts his growling, 
you know it's time to run in fear. For it's fear itself that should be scared. 

   The skies fill of blackness, you know it's getting closer. 
The time to start living, is the time, least wanted.


7-13-12


Details | Tanka | |

WINTRY ANTICIPATION

All trees turn leafless...
and as skies are less brilliant,
they induce boredom;
ah, days are shorter than nights,
making hearts sad for four months!


Details | Narrative | |

THE DOLLS

When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The second doll was only made of scarves of woolen rags in many color set and 
tone, 
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed again, and dangled some trinkets on its neck.
My third doll was more ornate and made of wood, which was slightly rough,
But its face and clothes were not alike from me; but of Japanese in a kimono
with a sash of obi around its tiny waist and wooden sandals on its feet,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and furnished it with gesso.
Then my fourth doll was made of ivory, and clothed in simple bulk skin,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and adorned its clothes with lace.
And my last doll was made of bisque from Germany:
fair-haired and fair skinned, until I noticed, some hairpiece fell as I untangled,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed, and put a bonnet on its head.

And then I grew and see much of the world; more than my dolls, more than 
myself;
Like a woman I met, who’s very fond of costly suits and polish gems
only to make cover of her unwanted aspects,
“Pity!” I said, “she hides her imperfection!”
Then this bachelor who’s tired and aged, but still aspires for lofty aims,
“Alas!” I said “he’s blinded much of his imperfection!”
And to this lady I knew, who’s young and fair but lost a man she dear,
and grieves to him excessively, with no more time to stare and glad to other 
things,
“Alas!” I said” she mourns too much her imperfection!”
And for poor man I knew, complaining day and night to his misfortune,
“Alas!” I said, “he hasn’t done a thing to his imperfection!”
And to this dying man of severe illness, reproachful to his fate,
“Poor man”, I said, “he ought to know that death is not an imperfection.”
And lastly, when I meet someone who grief or find no peace and happiness,
“Alas!” I’ll say, “you ought to see that life is made of many imperfections!”



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When The Fall Fell Down..

do you remember 

when we were so young 
when the fall fell down 
and the spring had sprung 
when the winter came 
and made us so cold 
when the summer flame 
found us playing and saying 
I hope we never grow old..


Details | I do not know? | |

The Untamed Flame

It opens the eyes of millions 
It is what came to be
They stare off in the distance
And ignore what is to see

It has been discovered
How quick how fast it grows
The loss of everything 
The loss of what who knows

Roaring and anrgy
As it's coming to a peak 
It can't get any higher 
But it sure ain't getting weak
 
Lively and unanswered 
A blaze in a rage 
Uncontrolable sensation 
Is the untamed flame
 

 


Details | I do not know? | |

beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God



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Of Wolf And Men

Concealed awaiting prepared for prey
Stalking me in frosted undergrowth
Camouflaged mire spread all around
His baying battle cry seeps and saturates
My blood fermenting anticipated challenge
Of his judging eyes still and steady
Blades of winter winds surgically slash
My hands holding aim fast and true
The percussive flash bursts 
Concentration lost in fleeing stains
About the cracking prints on ground cover
My ears blocking out primordial howling
A warning and cry I set off pursuing
Behind the sounds of labored steps
Forward heaving within dark tunnels 
Closing about the range of sight
Hindered by the steaming breath
Echoing in ears off tree and outcroppings
Thrown in pathways confusing game
Of quarry between wolf and men.


Details | I do not know? | |

Brought up my late Grandmother (2005)

Grandmother Grandmother can’t you see
That all of you is a part of me
Whether you were absent you were not
I have got everything you have got
Grandmother Grandmother you fed me strong
Even though you were gone all along


I love you and miss you so much


Details | Narrative | |

The Sky, The Tree and the House

A man and woman 
Lived side to side
A tree and English house
A pen is found on former’s hand
That knows no fetterings

His tales are based on happiness
A simple life with a tree
While all the while the woman sighs 
The binds of residency

She brings her ladder down to him
Slowly down the tree
To invite him into her bleak
And somehow make him stay

The scarcity of the man’s life it seems
To be her serenity

And sadly so, she is declined
By the man who bears her love
A tear then falls to the saddened house
Accentuating the depression

A drop, five drops and a shower
As the skies sang with her sadness
The sky that longed the woman’s touch
Has decided how he could love her

The hardened tree falls at the man
In solemnity he was crushed 
To which befalls the irony
Her then desire was to be gone

Two bodies felled to the silent ground
The woman and the man’s
An oak that fell at storm’s command
A crime of love it seems

Love lost, unreturned and forever gone
Longings torn from the hearts


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Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


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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 | I do not know? | |

Worlds Apart

Silent is the stand, gentle is the gaze 
The view of the meadow is grand, in oh so very many ways 
The person looks on, all is as it was 

Gentle and green grass, dancing every day 
Resplendent river of rich mass, safariing without a stay 
Soothing sun’s soft seal, seeding spirit so 
Hearty and halcyon hills heal, fostering faith and fancy’s flow 
Fervent flowers flirt, fetching fair fondness 

Many sunrises, many moonrises

Silent is the stand, gelid is the glare 
The view of the meadow is bland, with oh so very little there 
The person looks on, forever blinded 

Grating green grass grasps, conforming cluster 
Rudimental river raves rasps, lolling and lacking all luster 
Stinging sun’s sharp seal, scorching spirits so 
Haughty and harsh hills are all heel, fostering fear and feral’s flow 
Feigned flowers flaunt fast, fetching feeble fools 

Forever meadow, forever human


Details | Lyric | |

Monster

My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died

The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste

The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold

The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be

The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase

The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near

Shayla Dendinger


Details | Haiku | |

Skies Blood Runs Bright Red

skies blood runs bright red

heart is filled with emotion

moon seeks to heal her

 

 


(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)


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


Details | Haiku | |

Shipwreck

siren's saddest song
a hypnotic lullaby
gulls wade the tide pools


Details | Quatrain | |

THE RAPTURE OF MANHATTAN

The entire island of Manhattan is being swiftly raptured
by a heavenly force, the Harbor is badly shaken...
it seems that Judgement Day has come as prophesied;
there Lady Liberty still holds her torch, before it's gone!


If this vision is true fiction, how awful the real event will be
with Lady Blind Justice and Lady Fairness with a set of scales;
they are standing on the terrestrial globe to warn the stubborn Human race,
which has contributed to this state of chaos...defiling morality and honesty! 


So terrified are the seagulls that called this haven their home, a real bliss;
the Big Apple's greatness has vanished from sight...like everything else;
Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the ocean, Manhattan's wealth 
is taken back by the Almighty to punish the evil ones, and reward the just!


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Phoenix Rising "


Details | I do not know? | |

Senseless

When I was one
I stared at the sun
And although I lost my seeing
It felt like fun

When I was three
I drank chlorine
And although I lost my tasting
It felt serene

When I was five
I took a dive
And although I lost my smelling
It felt alive

When I was seven
I played a violin
And although I lost my hearing
It felt like heaven

When I was nine
I took a line
And although I lost my feeling
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Details | Rhyme | |

Wreck of Queen Annabellee

Gale winds blew a contemptuous gust,
Churning up waves with a titanic thrust.
The ship known as Queen Anabellee,
Sails no more, resting on the bottom of the sea.

The sailors swore to batten-down their fear, 
From mother nature's foulness to weather the frontier
Sirens known as scourge of the sea,
Hardened a heart to a sailor's plea

For a decade or so Queen Anabellee,
Eluded mother nature's assassin, the briny sea.
Hailed as the unsinkable, impenetrable ship,
Surrendered her reigning decade trip.

The spoils aboard Queen Anabellee,
Were pilfered below by the ravenous sea. 
Adventurous sailors had been forewarned,
The rape of the sea, formidable when scorned

With assured stem dismissed the mighty gale,
Ventured forward and indeed set-sail.
The fickle sea with an impetuous wrath,
Ultimately sank her, in the well-sailed path.

The waters churned like a mighty whale
swallowing whole bow,stern and sail
The lesson for those like Queen Anabellee,
No one shall mock the vengeance of the sea.


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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






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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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Tears of a Lion

In the dusty desolate desert
Where once life abundant and thriving 
Stands a solitary, starving young lion
Weakened, diseased but still striving

With tears in his crusty wise eyes
And last glare of sober defiance
At he who wrecked havoc and mayhem
With technology and burgeoning science

With man’s greed and arrogant needs
He has plundered and pilfered and raped
And stolen the essence of nature
Rearranged, destroyed and reshaped

For nothing exists in this barren wasteland
Except dust, noxious gases and death
For man has created this lion’s demise
Nothing moves, nothing stirs, not a breath

As he struggles to take his last bow
And lowers his head to the ground
Last sigh from the king of the jungle
The end of all life and all sound


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The Fall

The Fall

In a letter to Joyce, 21 pages

A big hole has opened up before my eyes – I can now see the skies
as Summer, sheds her clock of thick greens – now torn and tattered –
faded into shades of gold, red, brown and yellow.
The threads of Summers passing, – in it’s colours of brown, yellow, 
red and gold – for two weeks have been coming down like kites
in the hands of children at play, carried on winds of fall,
like butterflies on the wing, pining for the loss of spring as they
flutter about in winter’s decay, like snow flakes falling on a cold, gray, day,
like whirlwinds- invisible – caught by the discerning eye, like kamikaze pilots diving straight to the ground, exploding into colours of brown, all around.
That once green and vibrant forest – that filled my spirit, my eyes all summer –
now stands tall before me, naked and barren, creating a window 
through which I can now can see blue, gray, black cloud days
or wet skies, even a sunset or two as I now see shapes of people who walk,
jog, ride, talk along the banks of a creek they call a river –
Coquitlam river – who’s song I can now hear, as it sing it’s song,
as it moves along, on it’s way to that Pacific who awaits her fill,
as she rages on in winter months.
The skies, as I, have been crying – weeping, grieving – for the loss of
warm, blue, dry days of this past, most beautiful summer of all
I have known in the thirty plus years I have been here.

B. J. “A” 2
November 17th 2006


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Nine Hundred Eighty Three

983 pounds of blackbirds fell down from the sky.
Was this an end times sign or just a catastrophe?
I think it was part of mans destructive history.
You at least must agree; this would make a big pie.

Some say it was lightening strikes and fireworks.
Who are these some that speak upon this?
Why would they make such a ludicrous miss?
Do they really expect us to believe, what jerks?

So-called experts say birds followed leader to suicide.
What kind of fools do they make us out to be?
These charlatans are supposed to be brilliant, you see.
Now they should readjust thoughts, as they go and hide.

Many will say it’s a sign; end of times coming soon.
Though I say Gods, signs will be more massive.
There will be no doubt; he will not be passive.
Majestic and overwhelming signs will make us swoon.

They have no definite answer to give to us all.
Why do they give us such ridiculous responses?
Maybe they are afraid of truth of their analysis.
They would rather let ourselves; forget the birds fall.


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We are silent, we are still


Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.

Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction for gold:
a silencing transaction.
Silence falls on fields of killing.
We lie in our pity:
sticky and shitty the despair.
The answers we are taught;
range from don't know-
to don't care.
I know I would play my part
if I knew where to start
...would I?
I know something of the pain around
but how to give in?
How to die?

So many
beyond the overflow line,
sickened;
dining on these old platitudes.
We've needed something wider,
deeper.
His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another
to play the game;
the same death creeps in.
Allowing His goodness
to bring only shame.
The blame we spin.
When we are uncomfortable,
our culture threatened.
We are loud and hate-filled,
love easily abandoned.
But when the straight evil
of theft, rape and murder
elsewhere comes to kill.
When hunger steals another
and war a thousand more.

Then we are silent then we are still.



"If you want to serve the age, betray it."


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Erosion

It is the denial that you try to deny,
Your sky does not cry; its tears do not join yours,
They are not pure or purified,
Chemical toxins and poison fumes wash the air,
Acid descends from the lower heavens,
Overtaking the higher earth and rushing low,
Sweeping into swirls and spirals,
Descending! Descending!
Stripping you down into a shell,
Natural erosion of emotion,
Fires turn the noxious sky grey,
It moans with warnings,
Run away from the toxic greys,
The sky does not cry; its tears tear into yours,
A haze of aerial smokey waterways,
Blending in some undivine battle,
Two way personal conflicting convictions,
Ground degrades and atmosphere fades,
Decay! Decay!
Artificial rot and ruin remain,
Inferno soil and tainted air,
Breathe in heavy your breath now soiled,
What is left of your cloudy day?
You have bled until all was bleak,
Now, and only now do you relent,
Your heart tattered and your clothes rent,
The sky does not cry; its life flows free,
Defeated! Defeated!


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A Summer's Night

On a Summer's night. 
  
An Evening's brew. 
  
This is the story on how I loved you. 
  
I soared like a kite, high in the sky. 

Then I sat down, and thought of the reason why. 

We broke up, but I acted like the fool. 

You were the reason I dropped out of school. 

They said Life will be good! Life will be great! 

But look at me now... 

I am what I hate!


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Rain Rain

Spent four years in the sun
Wished for tears 
yet there were none

Clouds promised and passed  me by
Yet they too 
would not even sigh

The earth moaned in its arid dust
Yearning for even a hint
a scent of rust

Winds blew and  brought hue
For four years
I thought of you

All began a new song
Old man take away the sun
forgive all that Ive done wrong

Rain, rain 
Don't go away
We need you to stay

Bring again the bow in the sky
Which showed the promise
the one from up high

Sigh oh cloud enough to gain
Changing the song 
old man let the rain stay


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Farewell Ginger

Walked her in the woods,
And on beaches; then crying,
We put her to sleep.


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Sonnet?

Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not


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The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


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Remebering

There goes that smile again, 
loose
like a stray hair, 
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone. 
Now only with mind's eye, 
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.

Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant: 
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet 
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.

Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world, 
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog 
moan about those kids and how they sing.

Holding your hand I take night watch, 
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind 
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you, 
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...


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MY NEIGHBOURHOOD

The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely a day
The trees shorn of foliage, the limbless torsos remained
To secure the safety of a VIP on a state visit
To a smog-laden metropolis, labouring hard to breathe

A few years back, we moved house to an oasis of green
But now, the storm of development is relentlessly closing in
Razing and levelling with electric saws and bull dozers
And a host of equipment used by modern day builders
Pile drivers mounted on rigs clump through the day
Unrelenting even at night, when the elusive foxes bay
Grieving in the darkness with plaintive howls
For a vanishing habitat where his endangered kin prowls

They have acquired fish farms and farmland
And even encroached on the protected wetlands
Which naturally dispose tons of city waste
In danger of destruction due to greed and haste
Truckloads of rubble are dumped every day
The pace is frenetic, even in sweltering May
Toiling hard for masters, who’ve deadlines to meet
And citizens to house, from whom votes they’ll seek

A haze of dust now covers construction sites
The pace doesn’t slacken here, even at nights
Construction materials arrive here daily by the truckloads
And given shape by workmen, as planned on drawing boards
What was once green cover and blue sky
Will be concrete monoliths, stretching up very high
With parking lots and asphalt streets
And billboards and neon signs, ready to be leased


No longer will fields of mustard flowers sway sinuously in spring
Nor ripe ears of golden corn bob gently in the wind
The sounds of frogs and crickets are a memory of the past
Songbirds have fled, deprived of their natural habitat
Slowly the memory of winter’s migratory birds will fade
Never again, the razed canopy of green, provide cooling shade
As I walk through my ravaged neighbourhood, I wonder why
Impotent rage pervades through me and I silently cry


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Solstice of the two faces

silky sunlight stirs the air
then, falling supine
with motion spills upon striking tips of oak
clenched between bony fingers
a passing vision of life,
where lucid thoughts
and passionate needs
are found resurrected in a winter's day
the graves of yellow daffodils lie 
beneath a blanket of fallen snow
inspiring faith in tomorrow


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A Blind Blessing

A Blind Blessing
A beggar, walking blind one day
Stumbled across a stream
He curled his fists in anger and cried
“How could God be so mean?”

“He made these wonderful waters here,
and the grass, so soft and green.
These wonders are those that I cannot see.
How could God be so mean?”

“He gave me no eyes to see the trees 
That grow so tall and lean
So if he made this beauty here,
How could God be so mean?”

“Tis I who most enjoys his works,
I love every single thing.
But I’ve not the power to see them.
How could God be so mean?”

And as he sat and pondered this
A voice came to his ear
“Son, these are the gifts I’ve given thee,
to feel, to smell, to hear.”

“Thou love this earth much more than some,
Those whose eyes just pass it by.
I’ve given thee the gift to see
Within thine inner eye.”




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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


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Never Again

I walk along this path
I walked so long ago
I felt its hard wrath 
As I ran

Ran and Ran until I couldn't breath
I stumbled to my knees
How could they have done this 
Before I was in such bliss

They told me its a time to end
It was me they tried to bend
I Bent till I broke
I tried to swallow it all but Choked

I left my home town
To live in a new
I felt forever down
My feelings stretched and grew

I went back to when I ran 
I run as fast as I can
I run till I reach the lake
Everything hit me like a quake

I stopped and stared at the open water
All my emotions I wanted to slaughter
I nealed down and looked at my reflection
The land was my protection

I cried looking out
My whole life I began to doubt
Every promise was ever broken
All the words left unspoken

It flowed out of me like a river
It left me a simple shiver
I feel so alone 
I want to run home

Running home forever
And leaving never
Never again
Im leaving this pain


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Harpies

With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate


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Wind Has Wounded Hearts

The Wind was once a friend to me,
Silent and calm as it should be...

Now it seems like an enemy,
Pounding, whooshing and scaring me...

Can't it see what it's doing to me and my family?
Making us as homeless as we could be...

How will I ever forgive thee?
For taking away my family's peace...

It has given no sympathy,
Nor an apology.

How do I know it won't ever come back?
Come back and attack... 
The way it was born to be...

The Wind was once a friend to me,
Silent and calm as it should be...

To all the victims of cyclone Yasi <3


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Burning souls

Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.

Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the 
paper.

Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.

The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.

I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,

......as the moon is beginning to wax.


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Storm

The calm waters edge
Splashes the shore,
The tranquil place,
The perfect place,
Anyone would want to be here.

The thoughts of family, friends
Anyone you wish to share this moment with,
Share this overwhelming feeling of joy swirling in your mind
This most amazing scene.

This picture displayed before your eyes
Makes you want to cry
The feeling of pride;
Pride, love for what is in front of your eyes.

This epic moment.

Sun shining on the sea
Creating an amazing contrast to the sky.
Below the sea lays,
Lay such unfathomable things.

As the sun slowly falls from the sky
You take time and realize
The feeling of being free.

When the sun’s light finally hides
You sit on the soft white sand
Pondering:
How can such a beautiful thing exist in this world of death?

The trees stir as the wind blows,
There is no more warmth of day,
Just the bright moons light
And the crisp air of night.

Close your eyes and relax.
Dream of the peaceful things,
You have seen.

Awake.
The same scene surrounds you
Yet without the same feeling of joy.

The suns clouded,
Its darkness making the ocean look grey,
What was once a nice day
Has been shown the side of decay.

The wind flows around
But with a different tone,
The gentle, reassuring breeze
Dead.

Something is wrong.

The soft, quiet ocean starts to turn tide
There is no sound.

Lightening crackles shattering the silence
Violent rain pounds the ground
And the ocean turns black,
The fury is coming.

Spin, turn, look for an escape
But no one is around;
Shut your eyes, drown out the noise
And think of that time.

That time...
The one with the nice breeze
And the clear sky
The one that made you cry;
Cry those tears of happiness and content.
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
The one with not a care in sight
The one where stars where always shined bright
And the water was a beautiful sight,
Yes, yes, once upon a time...


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Flame

the cloud is a flame 
the day is closing its eye 
i long to go home


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Kelpie Salvation

Kelpie eyes. 
Water horse,
Drag me under,
On your back.
Fingers and mane entwined,
Eyes wide.
Mouth gasping.
Water rushing.
Blurry periphery,
Extends its reach.
Dark, dead eyes.


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The Bitter Wind

Forlorn, the nightingale is still bitter is the wind without song autumn cloaked in gusts of silence Forlorn, the nightingale is still ominous clouds conquer dawn’s light a somber moon has left the sky Forlorn, the nightingale is still bitter is the wind without song


Details | Monoku | |

homage


the snow falls softly on the graves of heroes at rest...a winter salute!

Beatrice Boyle....For Constance's one line please contest.


Details | Haiku | |

Fruit Tree's Abundance

fruit tree's abundance

endless bounty on display

world pulls it away

 


(February 7, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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Perch

It isn't long before I begin to realize
how even from the beginning
the eyes seek out distances,
the weightlessness within the stride,
the satellite built in memory
that almost leaves me to part from these feet;

when bones begin to splinter,
click and creak inside of me
from ankle to wrist--
hip sliding out of place--
like a tired pedestal,
veins snapped from their straight posture,
as the surge inside me slows.

The ceremonies are always the heaviest,
people gathered, hand-linked
just long enough to know
that cells have shut down,
a liver drowns,
and the heart is a temeramental organ;

death becomes an affair of the flesh
as I leave an oxidated streak in time,
a frenetic unseen,
pieces of me 
fallen to the ground--
hair, flesh, bone.




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To Die

Don't cry for me, I've only just died. And yes, I know you tried and tried
But the life ends and hearts do mend. Now I'm the atoms that war and love can never defend.
A universe spinning all around and now I'm home, I'm found.
Its the pain that goes away for me but I'm not a forgotten memory, don't you see?
It's all around us that life is a gift but the death is the return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.
So reject the pain and celebrate with me for my death, like yours will be, was a certainty.
But not of lost life but of the chance to be free. Not now but you'll one day agree.  So lay aside the regret don't fret the time is now for livin' and later comes the dyin' but please no cryin' Let the tears be for you not for me that one day you too can become free in the dust, in the air and travel everywhere without a care while mourners stare and enemies glare.
To Die is no dream it's a return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.


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The World

The World

i have taken a walk around the inner rim
just to see my spirit encapsulated in ice
the brothers of the summer solstice
have long been frozen and shattered
leaving me here all alone and scattered

and though my soul may be frozen
i continue to walk this barren land
searching for kinsmen in the beyond
never knowing if they're alive or dead
but i walk onward forever as i have said

the broken crust of the planet i walk
quakes beneath a pair of tired feet
with demons scratching beneath the surface
trying to break free and end it all
for now all we can hope to do is stall

i dream of a world with a warm sun again
but that world has long been gone
for humanity is a sin without an end
and the blue sun brings no comfort
not a single escape from hurt

thus i walk the seeming endless sphere
driven by hunger, hate, and fear
though i continue to walk all by myself
i feel that i alone must atone
for the burning sin of flesh and bone


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Mother Nature's Revenge: First Stop Samoa (Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire)

Note:  The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
          It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.



My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar

         How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
         Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
         Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
         Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days

Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams

         The land is aplenty with resources so fine
         We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
         Mercury, chemical and oils as well
         Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell

Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
 
         Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
         Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
         We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
         For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell

Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon

          We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
          Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger Spill

Blackness overrides
Beauty thought eternal 
Poison engulfs
Life believed immortal
The chilling sound
Of the nothingness heard
Screams louder
Than corporate ever could 
All the tears 
Could never wash away
The spill that seeps
Through each moment, each day
For all here know
This oil is bigger
Bigger than us all
This oil spills anger


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Letting Go

It is the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.
Emptying myself to breathe my own air,
I went through life with nothing to spare.
My place had been set and was hard to earn.
 
In my heart it was for you I yearn.
Times were rough and never fair.
All along only I came to really care.
In my soul this began a fire to burn.
 
You let me down,
Broke my heart,
Made me frown,
Ripped me apart,
 
Shattered into a million zillion pieces,
I’m letting go of my lifetime of leases.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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lost love

Lost Love 

On TV, the weather women I secretly love,
said it was 22 degree Celsius   outside and 
a beautiful evening. She smiled and winked,
knew I was admiring her. 

She left and gave room to world news read 
by a man in suit and tie; he read about 
disheartening news and an Arab spring that 
is turning into a military dictatorship  

The weather woman walked home, turned
on the TV and tried to see me, but I was on
the terrace watching the stars and I had, in
my distraction, forgotten her.   
 


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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.  


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LURED BY THE SERPENT'S ASTUTENESS

Second creation of delicate flesh,
lured by the Serpent's astuteness,
why did you promptly reach for that apple
and invited me to taste it and eat it all?


Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree?
Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty:
you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise;
now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers.


Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention,
to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession:
bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time,
but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie.


Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, 
we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest;
and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected,  
and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread.


Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.


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Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

THe monologue for burnt out subjects

The monologue of burnt out subjects 
==========================
The monologue of wind 
has stopped its hum a while 
admiring nothingness 
of this vale; there are stumps 
of trees where verdant 
has once been scalded by 
a famished forest flame. 
She sees the red flickers 
of light at the mute nights  
and choke them with pillows. 
The spots of burnt fears 
seeded her awake eyes.
The monologue of wind 
isn’t really its own;
it is what my shouts 
has become, some lame drones.
Of course the death of trees 
has long been predicted;
the way people has said
that our spell will end
and she will depart me  
there, in the forest
when the fire will 
begin from a corner…

In the vale, wind passes, hissing;
I am nowhere like those trees.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Verse | |

Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Sonnet | |

Death Comes

The time of life has come to halt
for the grim reaper owns my soul.
His timing and acuteness never fault.
To take my life is his goal.
The shortness of a love once known.
The greatness of my internal fear.
While as he enters i sit all alone
and i begin to shed a tear.
My fate with chess betrayed me
through the hourglass i stare
the time has come for me to leave
my body and soul no longer an even pair.
My body still lies where it fell
my soul for eternity will burn in hell.


Details | Narrative | |

THE DOLLS

When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The second doll was only made of scarves of woolen rags in many color set and 
tone, 
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed again, and dangled some trinkets on its neck.
My third doll was more ornate and made of wood, which was slightly rough,
But its face and clothes were not alike from me; but of Japanese in a kimono
with a sash of obi around its tiny waist and wooden sandals on its feet,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and furnished it with gesso.
Then my fourth doll was made of ivory, and clothed in simple bulk skin,
“Imperfect doll!” I said, and adorned its clothes with lace.
And my last doll was made of bisque from Germany:
fair-haired and fair skinned, until I noticed, some hairpiece fell as I untangled,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed, and put a bonnet on its head.

And then I grew and see much of the world; more than my dolls, more than 
myself;
Like a woman I met, who’s very fond of costly suits and polish gems
only to make cover of her unwanted aspects,
“Pity!” I said, “she hides her imperfection!”
Then this bachelor who’s tired and aged, but still aspires for lofty aims,
“Alas!” I said “he’s blinded much of his imperfection!”
And to this lady I knew, who’s young and fair but lost a man she dear,
and grieves to him excessively, with no more time to stare and glad to other 
things,
“Alas!” I said” she mourns too much her imperfection!”
And for poor man I knew, complaining day and night to his misfortune,
“Alas!” I said, “he hasn’t done a thing to his imperfection!”
And to this dying man of severe illness, reproachful to his fate,
“Poor man”, I said, “he ought to know that death is not an imperfection.”
And lastly, when I meet someone who grief or find no peace and happiness,
“Alas!” I’ll say, “you ought to see that life is made of many imperfections!”



Details | Haiku | |

Lone Pheasant

lone ring neck
i remember when 
you were plentiful


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Narrative | |

Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


Details | Free verse | |

Thought's Of The One I Knew


Looking down upon the smiling faces,
Captured in a black & white embrace
She recalls the only day of warmth in 
Late November
A freak of nature’s gift was sunlight
Touching on their skin
 Like embers
Breaking down she begs him to 
Remember
Searching for the spark to re-ignite

I can barely see. Who is she? I know her face, I think,
 I might, I can’t be sure. Maybe one day I’ll escape.
And tell her things I think I feel for her.

Through the tears she realises
The cruel exchange of sun 
For darkness
Glowing embers in the breeze 
Love is not a memory
And from the crutches of 
His blackness
He turns to see her silent sadness
Softly puts his hand upon her
In his eyes the final flicker, a tiny spark 
Enough, to say goodbye


Details | Haiku | |

Two Haiku


A grand holly tree 
invaded by squirrels stealing
all its red berries.


Reluctant leaves fall
from the old tree showering
an old man walking.


Details | Free verse | |

A LOVELY TOWN UNDER HEAVEN

While in the prime of my adolescence,
I left a lovely town under Heaven...
the sleek palm trees swayed softly
and the perfume of the stooping orange trees 
sweetly entered into my nostrils;
I had no time for tears, only an uttered goodbye...
friends and neighbors cried,
wishing me immense fortune!

In my naiveness, I didn't see any sadness
and hoped to find my new home
under another Heaven...a town 
never lurking in complete darkness,
because every star came out  
in full luminescence to insure me I wasn't alone....

I walked other streets much longer and wider,
thinking of the old clock-tower
overlooking the busy square where folks chattered
and sipped their cappucino or espresso
with an incredible gusto;
I wandered among glass and steel skycrapers,
searching for twinkling stars,
but I found none that glittered! 

A lost traveler...weary and stranded, 
not found by anyone on roadways,
standing at crossroads and making hard choices;
a fortune-seeker never finding his treasure intact,
envisioning an elusive concept  
at the cost of an unconceivable regret!

Time has finally lost its grip on me,
allowing me to free myself of its captivity..
making clarity even brighter than perception:
to anxiously see me walk in that town under Heaven,
and to hold in my trembling palms
the velvety petals of falling roses!


Details | Romanticism | |

By a running stream

by a running stream of  fables and dreams
firefly beams
its not always what it seem
bewildered bejoyed
caught in a void walk with me to the stream you'll see
everything that lives and breathes
god gave to you and me
he neslted me here with you
down the stream washed away my blue
your eyes gaze lost in the haze
stay
your lips whisper my way
Love I say
thanking god for you each day
If I should be lost somehow
im not long nor far
maybe wishing on a star 
Near a running stream
is where I'll be
overthere above and beyond
pass the lily pond 
hearing an angel song
the sunlights gleam
is a fairys dream
overthere by a running stream,
 near a waterfall , where daffodills grow
palm trees flow
this place yours you know
but never go
come dont hesitate 
if you come don't be late
no, not by the lake
foregoodness sake
forever I wait
you know the place just in case
you came too late god couldnt wait
but when its time, me you'll find
holding the key
a fairytale scene
ontime or late
over here by heavensgate
fate
 



Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


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


Details | Couplet | |

Baal

Baal
Written by Catherine Reinke

Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,

named  him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain  may  this one.

Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment  they and plants alive.

Not only life give’th  He in  sun’s magnificent glory
 how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.

Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh   produced his demon fail.

Destruction of our earth, when  Yahweh   flood waters  sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set  omnipotent God sail.

Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.

Today  from the watery grave they  have risen 
those who worship all that Baal The  Sun has given.

Plead  we now, no  more destruct  us for such love 
condemned to  wait return of the arch  homeless dove .

Mend your rivalry Yahweh  with Baal, we  pray
that   in service both, in gratitude and love we may.


Details | Free verse | |

Nature To Its Fullest (my opinion of nature)

Nature to its fullest
Is where all beauty lies
For flowers bloom and animals dance.
and I'm sure no one would say other wise.

I am one with nature
I will not lie 
I hunt with the wolves
And sing with the birds 

I dwell the dark forests
Where beauty is seen 
A beam of light across the bright blooming narcissus flowers 
Next to a large pond with silver fish gleaming in the water.

To this I ponder at what I see..
Why cant this be shared amongst us all?
My wonder is over when spot a panther in ivory black 
Only to turn silver upon the moons brilliant light

Gleaming eyes turned towards me as i am doing the same
A single tint of sorrow in her eyes
For I see that she has but one cub, innocently playing with his mothers tail
For then I suspect that she lost all but one of her litter, 

This is love of an animal with her cubs a loss that seems unbearable 
Thus i think of every day society and am disgusted by those who kill their own 
Just because of regret, how they put them in places to be left to die, to think about how 
Painful it would be for an infant to die of starvation and thirst, a baby crying for love but 
Unable to find it. then it dies, and the mother seems not to care... it sickens me to say how 
This can be done.

But to most, i should add, morn for their baby's death,
And some cherish the arrival like peace on earth. 
Why can't society become one? 
Why must we endure such heartaches? 
So many questions but not many answers,
But some should be left untold.

Mothers and fathers alike cherish birth like nothing better could happen.
Even as life gets harder, love is still the strongest emotion.
 
This is a poem of my opinion.
I hope to hear what your opinion is.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tornado

Storms a brewing 
Lighting crashing in the sky
Wind a howling
Rain blows in Leaves fly

Safe with you holding on thigh
Listen to the news
People homeless tonight
Gives me the blues

Tornado's clam victor in the battle won
We shiver and watch with tears
Someones world come undone
It is that time of year

Homes can be rebuilt and trees will grow back
But what of the lives lost
When storms attack
What about the price they cost


Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


Details | Monoku | |

Peek A Boo

Etched between two pines 
                             shaven mountain crest

Beneath benchmarker
                               lined  tombstones 



Details | Acrostic | |

Beginning of an End

On this 
Night
Everything that 
Loves will loose.
Everything that lives
At last will die.
Forts will crumble.
Fate will step back
And nap.
Lovers will cry and heartache will
Laugh. Tonight in the 
Still Wind Cold.  


Details | Rhyme | |

Littlest Amends

To kill, the shrill of a thrill,
To take any life is truly wrong.
Thou shall not hurt even a fly.
They are guardians of the sky.
They begin crawling strong.
Disgustingly devouring meal,
Each organism has a plan.
Serving nature’s scheme,
Designing a destiny,
Between now and infinity
When it becomes extreme,
Bringing about another span,
As always existence ends.
All things must perish.
To bring out renewal,
There must be removal.
Stretching out to cherish,
You will make amends.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Microcosm

Here, in this, the darkest grass
My tears have all but passed away
The day within this night won't last
For more than minutes anyway

The moon is set, a crystal stone
Against the sky like velvet dawn
Crimson, blackened pearls shine bright
Behind an ever-fading light

The night surrounds me
Here, I see
The purity within what fades
From all these empty days

And so burns down all that surrounds me
As I seek eternal flame
True darkness comes to all I see
To everything I name

Is this not how it's meant to be?
Finding shadows of ourselves in every hope we haven't see
Can there be more to this reality
Than what lies deep inside of you and me
The darkness of the seas we hoped to make of memories
That prove to be now nothing more than what we always wished we were
Oh can't you see

How we
              are blind


Details | I do not know? | |

Frozen

I stand here in the freezing rain,
Trying to numb the pain,
I try to explain,
What it feels like to breathe in water,
My body fills with fluid
But this won’t flush my pain.
Slowly freezing to ice
Laying on the ground
No motion
No emotion
Life seized by this fluid that rapes my soul
A feeling that is under no control
Just slowly drifting away.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Saw The Bluebirds

I Saw The Bluebirds 

I saw the bluebirds flying into love
nesting in those trees high above
The owls were hiding in the same tree
awaiting night to fly about so free!

The woodpecker was pecking, pecking away
was he happy, who can ever say?
The mockingbird was just singing loud
knew it's beautiful calls, so very proud!

The blackbirds flew in as a big flock
giving the other birds quite a shock
The crow cautiously flew to another spot
one far more calm and not so very hot!

The robins stayed low in the green brush
slipped about so silently in a low hush
I saw the bluebirds quietly watching it all
sitting on that nest for the very long haul!

R.J. Lindley
O5, 16, 1979

This from long ago. I once visited those woods weekly.
Went there for solitude and to enjoy the sheer beauty 
that Nature so bountifully offered!
Those beautiful woods were cut down in the mid 90's..
So many beautiful spots destroyed forever. Such old growth
 forests take several hundred years to regenerate. And even 
then can not reproduce what Nature had created in tens of
 thousands!


Details | I do not know? | |

Ever Green Tree

Every year trees shed their leaves
Which carry their pain and worries
I am a strange sort of tree
My leaves increase but never departs me
Spring is the favourite season for all
Trees like me long for the fall


Details | Couplet | |

Cant Hold these Leaves

Darkness hovers over this tree,
The chains of bondage deceive thee,
Oh shake them off through each new breeze,
The devils grin can’t hold these leaves,
Beneath the bark nourishing sap does lie,
The sweetest taste awaits its sky,
Just shake them off through each new breeze,
The devils grin can’t hold these leaves.

By: Sabina Nicole
contest: secondhand emotion


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Cherry & Orange Blossoms

Softly. so softly- a light breeze flows, 

whipping my cap off my head 

cascading my hair as it tumbles 

to my shoulders 

in soft auburn mahogany curls 

Gently so gently kisses from 

this brook sprays water 

on my coco skin, 

Tingling little goose bumps filter along my 

body as I lay naked in this meadow, 

Blooming flowers cover parts of me 

picked with finely tuned fingers, 

expertly capable, flexing over my sensual form

caressing strongly.

hands holding tightly.......

The suns shining down on me 

baking me lightly 

as cherry & orange blossoms 

leaves hang slightly

 over & cover me 

shading me-

I smell of orange & cherry blossoms 

Of lilies & tulips, daisy's & pretty purple violets....

Of earth, 

metallic scented sweet grass. 

My hairs softly, so softly caressing my face

whipped over my shoulders- 

the wind picks up softly 

slowly dies down

gently the breeze comes in goes like my breaths......

In this meadow I am free, 

no worries, day dreaming, 

Thinking of how 

to fulfill within me this need-

This unknown craving I can't explain.

My burning longing 

wishful- 

regrets....

Freely naked 

freely expressionistic 

enjoying my very own 

safe heaven 

from the world.

hearts beating slow

slowly slow slower

fading.............


I'm drifting- more & more....


Dreaming? 

Am I...

Death- Murderer 

Murmuring- Death.....

Dying.......


Death...... 

Left to die 

in this meadow under 

Orange & Cherry Blossoms.

Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s) 
All right reserve


Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/cherry-orange-blossoms/#ixzz0lqjpWuGH


Details | Ballade | |

Bad Luck Birds

 A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light

Plague my mind 

Ever and for still the night

Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall

Falling farther and I can’t make this right.

Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away 
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,

Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night

The sun setting and I turn away

I can’t stand the sight

I just lost another day.


Details | Acrostic | |

End Times: Aspects

A time when signs increase
Some are brought level
Poison from Fukushima
Ecology and diversity drop
Comets show their aspects
Time to realise, determine
See the changing seasons


Details | Sonnet | |

Disaster

Last night while I was watching the TV, 
The screen and whole house went completely dark.
A bald eagle had hit electric wire,
Causing a deadly and disastrous arc.
Grumbling much about the inconvenience
I resignedly went to an early bed,
Not knowing that the noble, soaring bird
Had hit the unseen wire and now lay dead. 

This bird that we claim to admire and love,
The symbol of our own beloved nation
Is only safe if he stays far away
From a thoughtless human's habitation.
Only yesterday his beauty stole my breath
Today I mourn his most untimely death.


Details | Haiku | |

Stability

Great tremors
Tectonic plates shift
--Upheaval


Details | Free verse | |

I Shall be Still

The devastating hurricane cuts through the lands
Pure destruction in its intention.
But the gentle promise of peace
Is laid in dewdrops of divine scents.

The elusive hope of acceptance
And comfort from a power greater than fear or pain
Battles its way into the very core.

He holds my hand
But I do not feel his skin.
Only the scents calling upon me to be still,
Promising oneness.  

You live inside me,
In the dungeons of my disgrace
Calling upon me to be still
Promising oneness.

I seek your consent.
Let me hold on.
Be gone but I shall be still.
I am a reaction
But that is not my fate.


Details | Free verse | |

Prohibited(Limerick-Slam)

BLACK TEXAS TEA, NO FISH can SEE
We Want to KNOW what WE DONE to THEE
Charlie Tuna wants to STRIKE
Along with Catfish Mike
Though PROHIBITED by KING Of SEA


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

One Red Leaf

One red leaf on stone
As the babbling brook moves
Onward to the sea


Details | Haiku | |

Grains of Sand

Weathered, eroded...
All these fragile stones and shells
now peacefully rest.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pebbles

Time slips by
like pebbles
flowing gently 
downstream
slipping silently on
before vanishing forever
into the eternal landscape
where the faces of those
we have loved and lost
blend like stars
in the seamless expanse
we call 'yesterday'.

For a moment I knew you
we were drops in an ocean
you have slipped from my grasp
and the pebbles
in the trickling stream of life
flow on.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE DAY SHE CUT HER HAIR

           THE DAY SHE CUT HER HAIR

Puzzle pieces snapped to make the night
Children slept
She inhaled  intoxicating silence white
Mint tasting
Slight hand captured brush of crested silver
Handed down
Attacked her red head til it quivered
Smiling now
Adored man impatient---flicked eagle gaze
Cruelty based
Her Guts roared  danger--'tis the end of days

“Cut it off” he challenged power dare
She looked down
Sole pride lingered –precious waist-kissed hair
Took a vow
He will leave me now if I refuse
Children cry
Only one thing that she could choose
Nodded head
He dressed quickly and hit the door 
Her eyes closed
She had dreamed this scene and knew the score

Sat there brushing til the break of day
Sun came up
Found her scissors and she snipped away
Hair fell down
Wept in silence as she made her plan
Kids woke up
Clearly needed a life without this man
Swept the floor
Started singing to perk up her day
Breakfast time
Kids to feed and get them on their way



Victoria Anderson-Throop    December 1, 2012    Juja, Kenya   Africa


Details | Free verse | |

TRIALS OF STRUGGLES

trial of my pains that hurts,
leaving me only to comply with no disclosure.
never ending unwanted choices of solutions;
better not having one at all,
sometimes to much to behold.
crisis of unwanted tears,
left for nobody to witness.
too personal to ask for help on you own,
like your pride is ruling over you.
trying not to always frown,
limited by the resources you got.
not to mention;
limited knowledge,
that has bigger than life fantasies of illusions,
with even more limited intelligence,
cramped with unwanted mirage of self' righteous imagination.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Nature's flower

Hark! little flower why thou haste,
Hath  thou  not  strived  to  dwell...?
Pity thy clock be brief to taste;
'Tis  soon--- shall  bid  farewell..

Oh, who  art  thou but  a  flower,
Unto  dirt  thou  cometh,
Transfiguration  be  thine  hour,
Thence thou  springeth!

Hark! little flower why thou haste,
Hath  thou  not  strived  to  dwell...?
Pity thy clock be brief to taste;
'Tis  soon--- shall bid  farewell..

Lo! bless'd thou be Flaming lamp,
Thy  life  precipitate,
Thou  shalt  nature  damp,
And call thou to deflate.

Hark! little flower why thou haste,
Hath  thou  not  strived  to  dwell...?
Pity thy clock be brief to taste;
'Tis  soon--- shall  bid  farewell..

Transient  be  nature's  flower,
Awhile thou stagnate,
Be thou burning devour!
Away thou dissipate..

Hark! little flower why thou haste, 
Hath  thou  not  strived  to  dwell...?
Pity thy clock be brief to taste;
'Tis  soon--- shall  bid  farewell..            


Details | Free verse | |

Paradise

We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.


We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety


Yet, we feel no shame

For

Raping the world we live in.

For

Being the architects of a ghetto

That once was

Paradise.




Details | Sonnet | |

Black Death Lies

Recalling the days not so far away,
Hearing experts speaking to say,
We had not enough oil today.
There was not five million to sway.
No, no, we had not enough oil here.
We depend on foreign oil so clear.
What do I see plastered in the news.
Millions and millions per day we lose.
What, we did not have is ruining, life.
Millions of dollars spent in strife.
Sea life, peoples lives in peril.
By what we did not have by the barrel,
Now we know; we were lied too, big.
Black Death, we had not, flows from rig.


Details | Shape | |

Scattered Skies

Scattered skies, scattered mind.

I float above myself like a stray nimbus cloud.

I watch the world float by below me.

The wind blows right through me.

I break apart.

Scattered skies.

Scattered mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature Falls

Towards the woods I made my way
And trees of green there lay
Swaying in the gentle breeze
With branches in the mist

The leaves they sing a rustling song
The birds they fly in lines of long
The leaves the branches try to hold
Afraid to lose them in the cold

The trees give whispers to each other
Speaking through the winds that shudder
Beauty was all on my mind
And helped my troubled heart to chime

With sudden change the axemen came
Their swinging weapons left untamed
Hewn were trees from trunk to trunk
What's left of them were wooden chunks
And when one falls the others weep
With painful sighs, the sadness they keep

"Oh my Lord, thou save us! Save us!
Blades that hurt and blades that rust
Blades that put us in sleeps that's cursed
Blades from men that's full of lust
Save us! Save us! Wilt thou save us!"

Those were sobs the trees cried out
Trees of tall and trees of stout
Trees of young and trees of old
Those were the words that were told
With sadness and eternal fear
And from thy's eyes there came a tear


Details | Free verse | |

Hierarchy

With ill feet
I walk, staggering to the truth
Praying for strength Not hope
My faith has no eyes.

Blind to the fact that there are more out there
Like myself, who feel Her, 
Crumbling beneath sick feet
Join, hand-in-hand, and tell her it will NOT be ok.

That we're here, and "we know"
Coddleing her precipices
While others, when she is distracted, 
Rape Her of Her innocence.

Rejoice, Mother, Rejoice!
When human-kind ceases 
So will their need to Take
All that you would have given

Had we co-existed
as intended.
Independence, unfortunately, 
Has killed us.


Details | Rhyme | |

Not Maybe Or Could

A sky once covering is now falling upon us
Destroying histories where societies stood
Taking without clues, lives truly enriched
Flooding away a past, eroding the memories
Becoming only pertaining to moving forward
An ending, for certain, not maybe or could


Details | Rhyme | |

Deep

Deep



You cannot reach me
I am far beyond your grasp
Slipping beneath the waves

The air is so far away
From the depths i'm in
Absolute zero is Clay
Only the surface of my skin

Void to warmth of sunshine
Farther than the light can reach
Evolving to live on the shallows' waste
Been so long since there's been taste
Bottomfeeder wants to be a leach


Down here, the pressure is immense
A vacuuous life
Intensely defensive
Silently sighing some more
Holding my breath


The plunge awaits
In patient certainty
But the water does not discern
It runs deeper than the fates
And the point of no return


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Will we ever understand

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...


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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

Broken Fences

in my mind I am swimming through time
 
into silver springs frozen pristine
 
effervescent
 
reminiscent of flowers fluorescent 
 
and I remember Christine Sixteen
 
shivering a Heaven scent
 
Now, let me regret 
 
never sending love letters that a fool should have sent
 
 
 
I am dancing in darling daffodils and floating in forever
 
I am mesmerized by reflections of eyes so very vivid blue
 
I see young enduring red hearts beating on the brink of never
 
and I watch rolling rivers of innocent me spill into beautiful you
 
cascades of colorful waterfalls creating hue
 
creating something brand new
 
something comfortably warm 
 
something so true
 
 
 
These dreams somehow now tantalize my senses
 
As I watch us swim and dance in the shadows of secret trees
 
I can see us climbing broken fences
 
 
 
 
Do you remember days like these
 
 
Days when two young lovers could kiss a gentle breeze 
 
 
 
and bring Forever to her trembling knees


Details | Quatrain | |

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain


Details | Lyric | |

Harp

Written November 17, 2013


Fields of flowers
Rest around our heads
While photos of blood
Surround our beds
On pedestals we stand
Preaching to the world
Something foretold
By heretics in white
And neighbors in black
Who claim they already knew that

Rain beats down on my roof
To the tune of Duke Ellington
And to the Scat Man we dance
It's all we have left in this world
Penniless pockets 
Play the vagabond game
While the vultures in Eden
Circle the insane
Who hear the angels sing
Refrains and quatrains

Who can be a spokesman
For those who cannot speak
A preacher for the downtrodden
A dollar dropped at hand
For the bum on Main and Port
Traveling through strife
No child or wife
To dedicate his life
No hope to beat his drum
No harp for strings he's strung


Details | Ode | |

Ode the Rain



With out rain what would we do?
What would we drink? 
What about food?

Its helps us out 
Every year
It grows our cotton 
So we have something to wear

With out rain what would we do?
 Would we walk around naked?
 What  about you?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Charge of the Plight Brigade

Class assignment: continue a famous line someone else has corrupted
(with more corruption)


Into the valley of Meth
Rode the six hundred
Who would not ride out

Their faces pale, their figures gaunt
"We've found it," they said
And so they did

Searching for the greatest gifts
In the deepest shadows
They kept onward

It was waiting there
Shining in the darkness
Their last reward.


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


Details | Sonnet | |

Appearance of the sun

Days, weeks, and months no condensation
Months, weeks, and days evaporation
The dry dusty meadows has given up faith
To the minors who covered with water play in gait
Even the plants leaves are upright
Always waiting for the night
Women during heat gossips call the children to shade
Farmers, arms at an akimbo, look at the harm the sun had made
Sacrifices had been made but their god answer not 
Workaholic peasants go to the farm and come back without a nut
They look at their past for taboos or a great sin
They find nothing the priest says the gods has nothing
The sun continues to punish there bare foot till it cuts
They sweat till sun dries it, their body then becomes forts 


Details | I do not know? | |

Seedling

Given love and hope and warmth and light
The seedling can begin its fight
Defy the elements trying to survive
Trying so hard despite its short time alive
Your love and hope and warmth and light
Is all that gets me through the night
I would surrender without you by my side
Drowned by all of the tears I cried
Given hate and despair and darkness cold
The seedling never even grows old
Brutally defeated by the frigid frost
Cold winds blow another life is lost
My hate and despair and darkness cold
Is closing my heart making me old
Overwhelmed by all the time I've lost
My soul is a land of tundra and frost


Details | Lyric | |

Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


Details | Free verse | |

Disappeared...

So cold and epmty
So putrid and dark
Rotting away from sin
As your broken limbs fall off one by one
Your petals wont stay up anymore
They just keep falling to the floor
Your roots that were once so strong
Are cracked and brittle
You cannot nourish yourself from God's earth anymore
As you shrink into the ground
You can't be called a home either
Since all you do now is wither away
Once you were so full of vibrant colors
Now leaves you with nothing
I don't know where it all went
The storms came
And off you were sent
You couldnt handle the storms anymore
Your life was being filled with turbulence
You needed to get away from the thing that was taking your life...
When the only thing you were really doing was...
Embracing it!


Details | 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. .


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sunshine in a Hurricane

Your face...is a flower..delicate and beautiful..
 Your eyes..a waterfall of blue..diamonds..
The clouds..and rain..surround me..
 I stand on a mountain..bitter and cold in every way..
Nowhere for me to seek shelter..
 I know my days..will end..
I know my heart..so full of love..will cease to beat..
 I have only this ..letter..to send..
I have only this..dream..of being..free..
 They say..every boy  becomes a man..
They say..every girl must become mature..
 If we grow old...and sacrifice...our youth..for love..will we endure..
No..we will..wither..and fade..grasping..to hold on..as we slowly die..
  We will dance..until we fall..we will laugh ..until we cry..
I say..if I am first to go..You say I must remain..
  We both will die..of broken hearts..
Like sunshine..in a hurricane.
 written by 
T.C.Fulton


Details | Free verse | |

Awry

Things go awry but life moves on anyway
There's love and laughs and takes for gain
For every high there is low and loss the same
A fight against change let my good times stay
Please remain please remain they never stay.

Things aren't right but life moves on anyway
The further from the center the more we cycle and change
Until our change too starts to stagnate
Somewhere between we see spring to heat
'Till the leaves are no longer green or breathe.

Things get ****ed but life moves on anyway
How lucky are we? To wonder and dream
Of a life where we might have shared love between?
When the empty we heed echos of a world in need
How lucky - just how lucky - are we?


Details | Rhyme | |

Slander 1982

Speak we of our character lost
Effect of slanders wicked cost
Aimed as a weapon to fire
Puts reputation on burning pyre
Careful planting the malevolent word
Pretending to wish it hadn't been heard
Within the confines of inevitable fate
Rarely give the dice a fair shake
Loaded meaning are there to be found
Casting unknowing victims to ground
Caught in the fire is the unwary
Who know naught that the intent to bury
Alas the attempt to defend ones self
Does nothing but reinforce such stealth
It is better for the one who has bled
To leave his ranting and raving unsaid
For only time can heal the wound
When malignant speech comes to tomb
Time unfolds the tales told
Even be they glib lies bold
So rest comes easy naught
To the one who's lies have bought
His friends and world eventually
Won't be blind but certainly see
That actually to reverse was true
That he was wicked but not you
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Free verse | |

My Autumn

Autumn is violent here
The leaves throw themselves from the branches
Performing neat somersaults 
A final salute to the summer they have loved
And lost

Even down here
On the pavement
In their last moments
They bleed summer

Sunset blood sticks 
To the soles of our shoes


Details | Free verse | |

Love Remains True

the initial reaction repulsive
depression for the unknown
dissection takes away disease
healing the process of time
the scar a reminder of what was endured
becomes insignificant through understanding
love remains true

To all those magnificent women who overcome adversity and gain strength from not allowing 
Breast Cancer to dictate their fate.


Details | Classicism | |

Castelli di Cielo - Human Vices Create Sky Castles

From the Heavens, our vices seen,
stainless, expressionless, push wrinkled coy 
cadavers...

Ancient goddesses sculpting, almost clinging;
diffident osseous perfection,
lest seeking lives,
each draping marble clothing,

don't mistake your depravity, 
for a book or poem of your whole life,
-you scrawl yourself...

Steel sized love, pull hanging bodies;
to the grave, as mankind can only gaze,
at childish games... 

Some gods,
cast in Melodrama's, on high sky castles,
not many know, a human will,-the architect:
can direct and compose, its Purpose...


Details | Free verse | |

Remnant

There lay a Bear, his swaying fur, his blank stare
Down by my feet
Which have seen no dryness or showering sun
This remnant
This shade of a carcass
That looming presence of a fading power
Demanding respect through his soothing intensity
Paws tucked away behind his shadow
A place for all your troubles
This world's misery
All engulfed within his husky prestige
And beneath his smothering roar
This fur
By my feet
Aside my shadow
The fire calms it with tender caresses
As it mourns its loss
This fur, an echo of a behemoth’s greatness
His blood drenched paws
His bellowing roar
His guilty eyes
His ready shoulders
Tis a shame
We never knew.

© Samir Georges
2006


Details | Light Poetry | |

Funeral On The Fly

Please be seated. Thank you. Thank you all for coming. 


We will now observe a moment of silence 
In memory of this Fly that has passed 
..................................................................... 

NOW FOLKS! though he Layyys here before us 
It wasn't that loooong ago he sat on my glass 

BRETHEREN! you wouldn't know by the state that he's in 
BUT, he's in a Beeeetter Place!! 
PRAISE BE! With his Inards where they're Suppose to have been! 
Instead, I SAY Instead of his but smashed into his face! 

SISTERS! Sing with me now. Be INspired! 
He would WANT us to carry on! 
Can I get a Hallelujah from the choir!? 
EVERYONE join us in Song 

.(sing sing sing)............................................. 

Brothers and Sisters, you may Now pass by and pay your Respects. 
THEN, move ooooonnn down the hall to the bathroom and WAIT! 
Where he will be flushed PER MY request. 
REMEMBER BRETHEREN Please leave your Generous donations in the plate! 


Details | Couplet | |

Nothing Can Happen

I stare into the dark abyss
Midnight ice; a wicked hiss
Wading through the solemn storm
Deepest depression takes its form
Shattered promises and lost dreams
Happiness torn apart at its seams
Phantoms dance gleefully in the hail
They knew that your life would derail
Was it not they who hid in your mind?
Whispering their assurances, all will be fine
Perhaps today this wasn't the case
Hot salty tears trail down your face
An answer to the winter wind
Leaving fear with those who've sinned
Enveloped finally by sweet surrender
Inside fades a dull ember
Giving in, succumbing to midnight entrapment
Heaviness descends, of course... nothing can happen


Details | Free verse | |

5874265

Winter has taken hold of my heart. In the dark of night she slunk in, leaving frosty-footprints on the glass, and sang me to sleep with lips as soundless as an owl's wing-feather, dusting my eyes with powder to help them seal shut. With snowy fingers she incised my breastbone and plucked my ribs like the petals of the last flower: one for me, one for her, one for me… they cascade to the floor, white and crumbling. She raised herself up, back arching, and drove her feelers - silvery tentacles, glistening like dew - through my system, latching herself onto me, drilling nails into the soft-spots on my bones. She hooked my veins together like a bundle of cords and seeped down into them like battery-acid: eating away at my nerves until only the tips of my fingers remembered how to feel. She stroked my heart, cooing softly, thumb and forefinger reaching down with elegance and demonic-grace to take that tiny thrumming machine into her hand, and-- …twist… I could not even cry for what I had lost.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


Details | Couplet | |

Bug

Beautiful insect cupped in my hands,
Released to the air to fly over lands,
Assured that keeping you would speed your death,
You were released, I held my breath.
Gently above me then floating away,
Orange glow from my hands deeply allays.
Within moments of a lifetime, brush cut, 
Feelings replaced by a punch to the gut,
Knowing its future like being aware 
My shadow follows someone else's dare.
Insanity is sadness for thoughts of
Others better care of the one you love.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tornado

Look up in the sky! Such a frightening sight! the winds are a churning in horizontal flight!

It started with hail slamming down to the ground, then no showboating, things were floating, when you looked all around, I saw a cow, I don,t know how, being lifted up in the air!

Confounded and astounded, I must find a way to get out of here!

Suddenly! through the dark cloud a strange thing did appear, an extremely loud funnel cloud, that my eyes and ears could not bear.

A huge and great menace, it moved most supernaturally, this wondrous wind wonder hadn't left me anyplace to flee!

With nowheres to run and lil time left to wait, I threw out my hands in prayer and accepted my fate.


Details | Ballad | |

Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


Details | Free verse | |

I Am the Mother of War

Tears drop from Mother Earth’s eyes
At the unspeakable horrors
Released by humankind.

Born from Her womb,
These children of Earth murder
Among themselves to the very last.

Mercy flees the scene
As dark knights of Adam charge forth
Into the red mist of blood.

Bullet after bullet,
And sword after sword
Plunge deep into men’s bodies.

Raw violence infiltrates the souls
Of those who rage uncontrolled
Toward their screaming brethren of the Earth.

Their mother sheds another tear
For her dear children gone astray
Fated to lie evermore on bloodstained deathbeds.

Trampled under the marching drumbeat,
Shattered dreams and dashed hopes
Die their death amidst empty corpses.

Mourning the immense loss of life,
Mother sadly gazes down on her children
And speaks the words: I am the Mother of War.


Details | Haiku | |

Prey - Pray

Many men fallen, Carcass, the vultures calling Survival twisted Even in blizzards Spot the circling buzzards spy; Carrion cleaners Birds of prey, pray swoop Deceased unaware souls lost Carried on the winds. Tribute to Leon Stacey's " Casualties of War "


Details | Free verse | |

Erudite destruction.

 I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with ignorant, cheerful song.

The rain continued to fall in shivering waves.
Each droplet a wish I never made,
a promise I never kept,
a conclusion I never dared dream.
While the trees sang in unison, each leaf rejoicing
as my screams refused to interrupt their hedonistic sunrise.

The morning opened its jaws; wide, loose and jagged,
like the sharpened words of an ex lover.
It spoke to me in tongues and sang to me in Dutch.
I sat abashed, vainly interpreting such linguistically tainted insight
with a gaping mouth and clenched fists.
Revelling in the sadness of misunderstanding.

I merely nodded then, smiling warmer than the rising sun,
pretending that I had the slightest idea
as to what the morning was all about.
It laughed in my face.
Offering me a hand and a look of condemnation,
with a saddened smile that was too brief to register.
Our palms met and I shuddered at the plainness of its touch.

Onward we walked, as I marvelled at my fellow inmates.
Rotten fruit of damaged trees, walls left unpainted,
Stories that had reduced their writers to tears and disbelief.
Tangled, weeping, sceptics.
Erudite destruction.
I would have screamed, had the night not already covered by mouth
with the dark skin of a slender, furtive hand.

I watched with disdain, knowing I was among my kin;
I was one of the townsfolk in a city long since created
and left to crumble in ruins.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the air leave my lungs
as I began to run back into darkness.

I turned my head so blithely that the morning shed a tear.


Details | Haiku | |

Glitter Off The Trees

glitter off the trees

blooms of scented, drifting pinks

spring has met her end.

 

 

(January 21, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

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


Details | Rhyme | |

We Have To Hunt Them Down

Late at night they greet each other,
You can hear them for miles around,,
They must be having a party 
From all the happy sounds. 
They howl and yelp and sing their song, 
Dance around like nothing’s wrong.
They have just gotten back from hunting 
And are sharing what they caught. 
Their young are very important, 
And they feed on what they brought,
They will grow up big and strong,
So when they grow they will carry on.

The way of life of the coyote
Is a very simple one.
They are very leery, 
And frighten of our guns.
They try to stay away from us 
And do the things that they must, 
But sometimes they tread 
where they shouldn’t, 
And this causes quiet a fuss. 

I wish we could tell them not to,
And to go hunt somewhere else,
This I think they would rather do,
Than to take our livestock’s pelts.

It hurts so much to do it,
But we do what we have to do,
We have to protect our livestock
So the coyotes we must pursue.
They come after our cows and sheep 
When their food cannot be found.
Then we have to thin them out.
So we have to hunt them down.


Details | Lyric | |

THE DESTINY.

This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are no events images or happenings
But over the same the generations waste
Cobwebbed on a bold spot their anger
In rimless cups in pale lipped liquors
Time eaten tales aimed at amusing
Lamenting on their irrecoverable loss
A loss which was never their gain
Forward they go groping in search of substitutes
In hotel rooms where empty pouches hang
Over the pegs of wealth work and pleasure
All have accepted with harried hands
Stiffening nature humbly no measure for measure
Their guts hanging loose from under their stomachs
While vultures of low airs peck their brains
Piece by piece removing the gilded frowzy matter
Leaving the skull festooned and vainly waste.

The ancient cults of sacrifices still existing
Among jeremiad rules of the gushed brain
Each fang beak or tentacle of spidery web
The venom just dents entwines with its embrace
No grief for marshalled loss no pent up for soul remained
The old conscience just sleeps in arms of lap dogs
And each hour becomes just sanctified and sane.

It is not for charter of the world do we create
Burning our brain and the light of our eyes
Each image in our mind creates
A corresponding image in the space
And each line of the verse entombs
In eternity a sightless gong
Which the poet can hear with his subtle mind
In the span of his wretched life and can find
Some solace when everything significant is betrayed
When the weed choked fields of this world can claim
Their foremost place on the altar of the poesy.





Details | Free verse | |

Not Wanting To Let You Go

e-mail and wail
out your name
to the lengths of the universe

tug that tantrum
around the stars
shining full moon
staring me in my face

looking nature in the eye
i come to terms
and surrender you to bleed


Details | Senryu | |

Time of Change

The scent of autumn
Passing slowly through the town
Is all I notice


Details | Classicism | |

Eternity

There is land,
Land far beyond.
Dover ruling land:
Kingdom even beyond!
Road is narrow;
Yet made golden-
No fighting arrow:
Beautiful like Eden.
There spring flows-
Mansions all glitter:
Only faithful grows;
Sky gives order.
Far beyond world-
Thousands valleys meet!
Land milk flood;
Sorrow not feet.
Imagine its sweetness!
Praise its food!
Beyond of happiness:
Angels give food.


Details | Quatrain | |

SITTING BY THE OCEAN

The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.


Being brought here by destiny's hasteness,
I am unable to return to my adored land...
hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes;
even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. 


Springs have been short and winters last much longer, 
and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness;
the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher;
this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels.


Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons,
and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat...
the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night;
where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!


Details | Cinquain | |

Flooding Rivers (Cinquain)

Rivers
Flowing over
Destroying many homes
Sadness upsetting many hearts
Flooding


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


Details | Lyric | |

Beach Blues

I came to the beach, for a little sunshine
I came to the beach, for a little sunshine
But you slunk through the shadows, and into my mind

I look out to sea, to try and find peace
I look out to sea, to try and find peace
But I’m still tethered to you, like a mutt on a leash

Memories of us, erupt like ‘bing’ hits
Memories of us, erupt like ‘bing’ hits
I want to forget, our beach wedding bliss

So I lie on my back, and stare up at the sky
So I lie on my back, and stare up at the sky
Detesting you, and your new Barbie wife

Knots of you form, inside of my stomach
Knots of you form, inside of my stomach
I try to undo them, but my fortitude plummets

I hope that in time, I’ll be able to swim
I hope that in time, I’ll be able to swim
And my memories of you, will pour from my limbs



***based on typical blues music, where the first line is repeated and the third line is a "holler"/answer (rhyme scheme AAB)



Details | Free verse | |

Garden of rock and stones

As I walk here in this place
Faceless names in an empty space

Seasons brush by without anyone watching
The ticks of the clocks, without anyone taking

Sad memoirs etched on cold stone 
Bodies covered wrapped and all alone
 
Gray bouquets weathered in the wind 
Someone’s Mother 
Someone’s Father sister or brother
 
Somewhere someone weeps for his or her relatives
Loss of sleep 
As the fall leaves sweep 
Over the grave of a spirit now asleep

And the leaves fail with their colors, 
so pale
Over the name with a crackle so stale    
 


Details | Sonnet | |

Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Free verse | |

Inside The Vidalia

.
         So sad, this Vidalia
  Once so sweet…this mother of all
(before the antipathy left you crippled)

On a shelf forgotten
                 So fetching on the outside
        (blind to the toxins)

Desolation found in undertones
        within your skin
Emitting an obnoxious stench
            when 
(what has become a bit monstrous)
          peeled 
Layers of nothingness
             Layers of ignorance
                             Layers of rape

So sad…this Vidalia
Once with such beauty
     On substratum
behold the slow dismantle

Gaia---Sorrowful

Terra Mater....how you now cry

Decorticate them (layers) 
           and discover
beneath the magnetosphere.. 
(not strong enough for this undoing)
and pushing past the stratosphere 
         (again…too weak)
 Finding in repulsion…a reeking…
      a terrible foul smell

Keep scaling beneath this onion
of the “largest terrestrial”

 enemies pulverize from within

Brewed a tempestuous forlorn wailing
Comfortless
(could I have played a part here?)

Your Core still strong
                      yet, for how long?

Sad Vidalia…
(only the recondite see)

Shedding your naked dolorous wails

In moments of sorrow I watch
        this decomposing
      with dysphoric eyes
(down cast to contain the pain)

The ruin of layers of sweet Vidalia

Tersa Tellus….

Let us pray for sanctuary
from this...your violation....
and rotting….



Details | Free verse | |

Forever Lies The Snake.(all comments appreciated)

Forever lies the snake, 
The animal with no legs.
Forever runs the hare,
Contenuosly hopping away.

Forever flys the bat
Innocent, yet feared.
Forever swims the swan 
Innocent, but adored.

Forever leaps the mountain goat,
Cunning to live at mountain summits.
Foever lives the tortise, 
An old, beloved race.

Forever to have something in common.
Are curious to what it is?
Take a guess, you see it every day. 
I believe that its the fear of us, 
For we put fear into them. 
We forced them out of their homes. 
We killed them off one by one.
But why I ask do we do this? 
Shouldn't we treat them the same?
We should all know what its like to lose a home.
In times of war we are forced to flee for isnt that the same?
Please answer me to the best that you possibly can.
Why should not care to them when they are our species' brethren.


Details | Haiku | |

Shot in the Dark

Blood on the ground
The leaves will be turning red
A shot in the dark


Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity and the Sea

Engaged we be by the roar of the Sea
the surf it's waves sings it's rhapsody
 
The sea she waves be tempest crossed
the boys who sail 'er knows 'er cost
victims she's consumed overboard were tossed
her temperament engulfs the souls be lost
 
"er winds have billowed in yer sails
and cargoes lashed upon yer rails
the oceans swells where shipping flails
to bolster courage mates swell their ales
 
A place for men to conquer fear
as daily danger draws it near
there be no calm without skies so clear
them men count lives as precious dear
 
"er heart she be at never rest
with her bounties has mankind blessed
you stay be fleeting you are only guest
she'll swallow you and your life ingest
 
"er character be ever changed
no day with 'er be ere the same
her waters called by many name
there be days of calm but never tame
 
And man be found like angry sea
with little peace but on 'es knee
for her crests are tumultuous eternally
and laps the shores displays whats she
 
You scallywags have heard 'er tales
those 'er's taken that woman bewails
the times 'er tests and men she fails
who sought adventures in ships with sails
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller


Details | Haiku | |

Weather Change

It was so abrupt!
"It must have been lust," they say.
It was a whirlwind.

Obscurant, untamed
Spirit and human nature
With tornado strength

Willed inhibitions
As an announcer calls out
Colors in Twister.

Suddenly!  It stopped.
We fell upon each other.
Butterfly effect...

A season of love
Caused a season of hatred.
The funnel cloud left.

Remains of the day
Accounted during clean up
Made crumbs of crullers.

It was too abrupt!
"It must be lust," they all say,
To yield to the wind.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Single Leaf

A single leaf lay on the ground 
And as it fell made not a sound 
A simple thing, so quiet it lay 
Leaving behind its greener day 
And one would think its job were done 
As it rested gently under the sun 
Yet as it hugged the chilly ground 
Greater things were abound 
For with its death the circle renews 
A parting gift the Earth will use 
And in giving itself to the ground of its birth 
A single leaf proves its worth.


Details | Free verse | |

Aswim in love

I have been redeemed
from young love's wreck.
The call and beck of your heart:
redeem, heal.
Numbed the feel
and lie of unwanted/
unworthy.
Soul scurvy
was every thought 
in mind
and heart.

But I start again
knowing love is all that is eternal.
And as a kernel of truth infects
this barren field of mine,
another line is drawn
in the dirt between
truth and lie.
Claw and tooth they fight
for the victory of my Amen.

Do you ken?
That a thousand lies
are like the sand on the shore?
And sure they abound,
but truth is the surf
in which we swim,
and dim is that sand
beneath our bellies.
And under the current,
the lies ever recurrent
surface once more.
Only to be washed,
lost again.
As the tide pulls us away once more...


Details | Elegy | |

The Winter Flower




The golden hue of ringing of leafy bells-
so yellow and orange as the dawning sun-
sings a mellow whispering tune that swells
in the air of the thickest wind who sung.
The air of mist bows to the ground-
and morning fog seeps up to the mourning tree.
Mysterious to the depth of the roots who sleeps just down
the trunk of the sturdy crooked tree.
And so it gently slopes in a mourning tune
just over the decaying flower covered in a winter coat-
just as the colors of Antlantic sun set.
And off the limbs of branches the leaves gently float
unto the moral flower as a blanket to an eternal rest.


Details | Rhyme | |

Street Fighting Years

In the cold Russian Winters
To deter the enemy so
These red starred fighters
Street fighting they would know
 
The bloodiest in modern history
Thousands fell to earth
Fighting for their freedom
On the country of their birth
 
Hand to hand engagements
A bayonet to the girth
Another fallen soldier
Fighting for their worth
 
Operation Barbarossa
Is the theatre to discuss
In the boundaries of success
To free the likes of us
 
The power of it's industry
German's desired to greed
Avenue to the Caucasus
Would fuel their war torn seed
 
In the midst of battle
So many mechanical germs
The Stuka, dive bomber German
The T-34 in volume swarmed
 
But the winner in this battle
Was the want to save their city
Mother nature intervened
And the Germans were shown no pity
 
For all their strategy and might
The winter took it's toll
With fighting on two fronts
Their armies no longer strolled
 
Supplies were short in demand
What were, struggled through
For mother nature we thank
She was on the side of the true
 
When history looks back
In view to the red star brigades
The Germans held ninety percent
But the street fighters would never fade



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | Free verse | |

Muriel

she planted seeds
pulled weeds
grew trees
and was into topiary;

then something grew inside her,
a weed that would not be pulled

the grass grew thick
and everywhere
the crabs thrived
the orchids flourished
and as she was going
the greater they grew
one day she stepped out there
and wilted in the shade
of a giant green flamingo

sometimes i think of her
when it’s hot
pouring pink lemonade.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Diminished Hexverse-DISILLUSION

The wet snow becomes slush,
and turning into rain...
makes all the pines weep
as people in grief.
Long barges glide
like gondolas
in Venice,
but no song
is sung
today
to
love. 



Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Rebel without a Cause " reborn "

Scots teenager
Air gun
Rabbits and Ducks
Gunned down for the fun
 
Then there came a day
When this boy and gun
No longer desired
This type of fun
 
A programme he watched
On a TV channel
A guy called Attenborough
Truth, no flannel
 
His care for the animals
Left me ashamed
Of all the Ducks and Rabbits
I injured and maimed
 
He opened my eyes
In such a way
I can't kill a fly
Not even with spray
 
And over the years
And the places he's been
What he has brought me
To my Television screen
 
Madagascar Lemurs
Yaks from Nepal
Amazing Amazonia
Glorious them all
 
My respect for him
Prompted me
Two lines in my poem
" My Dinner Table " for thee
 
There are not many people 
I crave to meet
But this Gentleman Attenborough
I'll shake his hand as we greet
 
" Honoured to be in Christopher Higgins contest "
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Frozen

I lay myself out 
on the window sill
basking in the sun's golden glow
I am still
and dip my hand
in the sun's yellow rays
hoping to catch a piece of warmth.

Yet the window is ice
and my heart is cold
my fingers are blue
and wrinkled and old.
My numb digits tingle,
with the urge to break free
and feel more than just a chill.

I press my palms up against the glass
and recall a memory
that occurred long in past
of a man and woman sitting beside
a pink cherry tree
with all their time to bide.

A lover's pair meet
in gentle passion 
it seems
but upon closer look one sees tears 
on her cheeks
and could swear that the flowers on 
the cherry tree die
and the air has turned to cold.

Holding on tight she grasps 
his hand
yet he pulls and slips 
through her fingers like sand:
the tiny grains one can never 
contain
he leaves her all alone.

The woman is torn
that is plain to see
she stands frozen still
under that pink cherry tree
with her heart in her hands
she feels it start to crack
and as it breaks she turns
her back.

Then the flowers are gone,
the wind starts to blow
and as the snow falls
her tears freely flow
like a brook down her face
until they, like her heart,
finally, solidly, freeze and stop.

I remember that day
every last single second
can't ever forget 
for my memory beckons.
It calls my name and
my broken heart
and were not for ice
I would fall apart.

Perhaps it would be
better to heat
the heart that is frozen 
it might offer release.
Yet I remain a hard sculpture 
of ice crystal clear
and my heart remains terribly broken
I fear.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


Details | Haiku | |

Untimely Ends

Tormented soul speaks;
Truth in darkness lies buried.
Clouds weep bitter tears.


Details | Free verse | |

Eve- The Death of Innocence

Links in a chain remind me of floats in a parade come crashing together hard like a veil over a charade the truth now exposed in a vessel named Eve who lays there naked holding her breasts firm, in plain view Her heart goes into an arrest you can see her pain as she quivers violently dying no use crying now that her end has come she knows shes just begun a certain virgin cycle just one of the disciples could follow her new way A pile of guilty ashes portray a world innocent no more all burned out by evil forces their plain white noises echo as screams in my dreams that quickly turn to new nightmares of such a beautiful ending that gives resemblance to an empire of innocence crumbling down like a chain Eve was her name


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Corruption

It is as old as time.
Yet not even age could
Dampens its destructive
Powers. Like the molten
Lava of an erupted volcano,
Every facet of our lives
It touches incinerates
To cinders


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The cocoon of pain

If I were to look at
All my past life
My painful frightful beginnings
All the mistakes
All the tragedies
All the things I should have prevented
Those that could not have been helped
If I look at it all
As only a beginning...
As it was
Only a cocoon that I went into...
And I worked myself
Back out of it
Through all the suffering and tragedy
I grew stronger and stronger
And when the proper time came
When I was sufficiently strong enough
I would break through all that I was
To become all that I could be
To emerge the new...
The transformed...
But do I become the beautiful butterfly
Sucking sweet nectar
And bringing joy to all who see me
Or will I emerge the moth
Not quite so beautiful
And feeding off of clothing
A nuisance to society
And drawn to things that will kill it
Like flames and bug zappers
No, it is certain
I will no longer crawl around small and helpless
Like a caterpillar
But instead I will fly high and free
But will my tragedy
Have turned me beautiful
Like the butterfly
Or will I still be drawn
Like the moth
Or  like the dog to its own vomit
To that which will continue to destroy and kill me


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Hydrophilia

Shores caress
through weathered reefs,
as foams embrace 
the soles of dwellers;
Rays may pierce, though balanced by breeze;
Now, I know
why souls loathe leaving.

Nothingness seen
through murmurs in the air;
Fowls chant caws
before kissing the waves;
Pick the carapace 
that hermits left, 
and listen to the carols
of alto waves.

The subtle bite of brine on lips
invites one to perform
a solo French kiss.
The balm of the palms and coconut leaves
enchants beings to succumb 
in hypnosis.

As the floor stoops nearer 
the heart of the earth,
blue transitions from cerulean to cobalt.
Through gossamer film, a menagerie performs
enthralling victims
to plunge the deep.


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'Rainbows' (Haiku # 8)

‘ Rainbows ’    Haiku # 8

    I Reach For Rainbows
To Touch The Shimmery Show
     After Each Storm Go


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Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.


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Hope

Looking at my life thro' an open window.
The pain in my eyes for all to see
Behind me is darkness; In front redemption.
My thoughts are hushed in the breeze,
My tears dried and complete.
Evidence of my trivia, ash stains down my cheeks.
Vivid greens, blues and hues,
seduce me from the other side of the window.
The inside is dull, forlorn and disarrayed,
Secrets killing my soul.
On the outside weeds seem happier than me,
Harsh cracked faces; Blood cold and frozen within.
Dandelion fairies dance high in the ocean sky.
Trapped, caught and alone.
Fear etched into each breath.
He walks in, My heart stops, light sears my soul
Release finally comes as I hit the floor
for in my hand Hope throbs.

© Sandra Denise Jensen 2007


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Sacred Conversation

the voices of victim...unbelieved tales of wise ones claiming sovereign,

the vision of the stone,the mile long tale of existences and how they came to be fabled...

music catching the eye which holds the flame and the ear which is dear to the heart.

We are the sheep comfortable in the abattoir.

The pages in blue text that spoke of past to future children of destruction.

The soft voices of dour faced martyrs...The forgotten


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The Power of Love

The power of love holds the battleground. 
Nuclear blasts from sea to sea. 
Wait and you will see!
Begging, kicking, and screaming:
Pleading, “Give it to me”!
Standing on God’s ground, defended by the armor and shield melting.

The power of love holds the mystery.
Things are never as they seem.
Do the means meet the extremes?
Where, how, when was I?
Wondering if it was only a dream? 
Standing on God’s ground, defeated by the lock that obtains that key.

The power of love carries the only prayer.
Time to come and be done.
Soon you will be the one.
Dead, black, despair:
Hoping, will someone hear?
Standing on God’s ground, lost in the dream in which you begun.


®Registered: 1998   Ann Rich


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The Edge of Extinction

The Edge of Extinction

Silent humming birds
Great ocean whales
Deep unknown rain forests
Dark eyed Polar Bears
Ancient Loggerhead turtles
Ivory tusked Elephants

North American Indians
Eskimos
Australian Aboriginals
Lost South American Indians

Kiwis and Kakapo’s
Sperm whales
Blue whales
Narwhales
Killer whales
Prairies covered with Buffalo
Humpback whales
Deep forest Wolves
Ospreys and Kitty Hawks
Sparrow Hawks
Red Kites
High flying Bald Eagles

Gargantuan Grizzly Bears
And slinking ferocious Cougars
Snow Leopards
Tall majestic Elms and Rowans
Snow Tigers
And dark midnight Panthers
White Peacocks
And Peacock Butterflies
Green Hedge Warblers
Corn Crakes
Green Capped Wood Peckers

Wisteria
And rare Fox Gloves
Wild Orchids
And the wild, wild Mustang
Tiny Yellow Tree Frogs
Bandit masked Badgers
Soaring Californian Condors
Red Squirrels
Water Voles 
And Sea Otters
Forests of Kelp
Cromer Crabs   
Sad eyed Panda’s


Will this catalogue continue endlessly
Sixteen thousand listed already
What species next

Humanity ?

 

 




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Pieces of Me

A part of me was lost today.
Misplaced.
Burned by the embers from the fire
I grieve with angst anew
from the bowels deep within.

My world stopped spinning today.
Abruptly.
Skidding to a halt, leaving tire-tracks in my soul
I am submerged in the misery
that resides as an unwelcomed guest.

There is no sun today.
Concealed.
Blocked away, and incomplete
I am forever chained to the burden of this truth
Deep within, I’m mourning.

A part of me died today.
Forever.
Stirring quietly in the autumn wind
Ashes of hope spread over the sea
as pieces of me are buried.



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Morning

Naïve sunrise
Of caustic ignorance
A biting shriek of morning
A bitter awakening
Wrenching your heart
From the warmth of the shadows
Tearing you from the tears of the sky
To pull you into the twisted judgment
Of society, faceless friends, and resilient solitude

All in the loud, echoing silence of the morning


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OUT OF LOVE AND PRIDE

FOR MY SON PAUL,WHO PASSED AWAY.
AND HIS TWIN BROTHER PETER
THE BIRTDAY GIFT
BOUGHT WITH PRIDE FOR TWO BROTHERS
SIDE BY SIDE
IT'S NOW GIVEN,
WITH A HEAVY HEART,
AS ONE TWIN BROTHER
THIS LIFE DID PART,
THIS WORLD WAS BLESSED WITH PETER AND PAUL
A PAIR OF TWINS WITH SMILES FOR ALL
THE STARS ABOVE
THAT SHINE FOR ALL
NOW SHINE BRIGHTER
THEY ARE BLESSED WITH PAUL
YOU ARE LOVED BY ALL
AND MISS BY ALL
WE LOVE THESE TWIN AS 
BROTHERS SIDE BY SIDE
BY THE MOTHER WHO LOSE HER SON
SHE IS IN PAIN


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Here, See Long Winter

here, see long winter

emptiness, everywhere

even owls fly thin.





(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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


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COME, I'LL TEACH YOU SWEET LOVE

Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
forget how hard words are,
tremble like a dove...
touch my warm hand and believe in me for certain:
my trust is never ending.


Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
don't hang on useless fear,
look back, see how we really loved.


When joy made us smile,
and we passionately touched
without saying a word...   
as the bright moon stopped awhile,
when all stars brightened the sky.


But tonight darkness stays,
and we despair; and we
lose our faith in destiny.


Our rainbow of yesterday
won't reappear today
with the Heaven above;
come, I'll teach you sweet love.


Entered in John Heck's contest,"Sondheim on Sondheim".
The song is entitled, "No More" from the musical " Into The Woods".


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Irreconcilable Differences

A comet on collision course with earth



Irreconcilable differences


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Mother Nature's Son

in the midst of forlorn spirits
i seek refuge
goddess of weightless night
do you hear or see? 
or do i shout in vain?

a trickle for the nihilists
an ocean for the optimists
your promises of equality
empty promises and nothing more
but i won't have it this way
don't you see?
my heart is sullen, sewn shut
your black blood will not seep within
yet here i stand
beneath your branches
upon your fallen leaves
winter has come and gone
but your buds show no visible signs of rebirth

the brazen skies forsake this blade
but i will hold it steady to the roots
if you will not fight with me
then i shall fight against you

...long ago i wasn't much like this
a father, a mother, a childhood
but the thickness of the flame
engulfed us, not myself alone
everything i've cherished
a teenhood so unscorned
and an education so learned
a wife and child and home
all of my own
but the thickness of the flame
engulfed them, and it engulfed my birthrite
my very meaning towards life

so what shall i do?
watch as you too are whittled away
like so many villages i've razed
speak to me! tell me that which i must know!
and forgive me for what i've done
and what i may do...

...i'm a fool
i will remove my blade and wait
i cannot force this
like they forced me
so i will sit with no anger nor vengeance
clouding my intentions
i will sit here and wait
within the womb of your trunk
even if i am to turn to stone
and erode to dust

i will wait for your whispers on the wind
to touch my lips and ease my mind to sleep


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Katrina Was Your Name

Katrina, you left your mark on our land, hearts, minds,
A mercilessly unyielding rabid force of wrath,
Those who tarried paid the highest price...death,
Regression, grieving, rebuilding,
In the aftermath of distress,
Never to forget,
And life goes on.


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The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


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Deeper

Underneath a fraudulent moon
I take a breath and dive
Breaking the plane of the silver water
Going deeper

The ripples fade above me
As I glide beneath the surface
Floating and then sinking
In the silence of my own company

Coming up for air
The water falls like diamond tears
Who knows what the tide will bring
Perhaps something I could never hide

Going deeper
Past moonfoam and silver


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To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
	“Hey!
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
Sticks-and-Sand,
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
Fly.
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.


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Fallen Leaves

Leaves of a tree,
Many colors I see,
But mostly green.
Plenty I have seen!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the evergreen!
Some crumpled and brown,
Dried and dead on the ground!
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a spirit down,
Fallen away from its identity!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I can see,
But mostly brown.
Plenty on the ground!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the golden crown!
Some still healthy and green,
Shiny and whole from what I have seen.
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a vision foreseen,
Fallen from Grace in society!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I see.
But mostly brown!
Many I have found.
Reminds me of me!
Fallen away from a life of dignity!


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It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


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Adrift

AGONY is my new lover
and she never tires.

DISCIPLINE is my 
new taskmaster.

through PAIN and
TORTURE I shall finally
know LIFE.

I'm adrift in 
a BLACK sea.

TERROR swirls 
beneath me in the
FORBIDDEN, black depths.

as IT swims by
it's chilled wake
sends shivers through
me and raises goose bumps
on my flesh.

IT can DEVOUR
me at anytime.

I've chosen not to care.

EVIL can find me,
possess me,
it's not my choice.

I am STRONG
and can tread water
for days.

Surreally, I am not AFRAID
as I turn my face up,

squinting

the yellow sun is HOPE
in a rust colored sky.

the wind is COMPASSION, 
an unseen kindness that embraces me.

FAILURE is the black crow 
wheeling in the sky above me.

HAPPINESS is the virga 
on the horizon: rain drops 
that EVAPORATE before settling
to the sea.

I'm shedding COMFORT
and contentment as a
serpent sheds it's old skin.

it is TOO LATE,
for I am born again

HARD.


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by the mailbox

The message you sent me
is silent but still a message
I try to understand
the way of the roots
the migrating silence of water.
We take from nature
what we can, I study the silence
I picture you miles north.
leaning over the empty pages,
Dear...... you to write
but already the page is a window
curtained in the early silence
                               of snow.


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Taking The Last Breath Of Life

Colors fading from view
The sun dies slowly in the sky
Clouds grow and churn above
Casting shadows on an empty landscape
The rotting smell of sulfur fills the air
Even as the lowliest creature struggles
Fighting for a final gasp of air
Air that no longer exists
It lowers its head
Its eyes stare straight ahead
Looking into world around it
A world that once had life
Then man came to be
A single cross word
Shouted across a turbulent ocean
Twenty millennium of progress
Stone to metal to nuclear fusion
Leads to an ultimate act
Everything is lost in a mere second
The press of a single button
And the world exists no more
Except for a single creature
That has taken its final breath
And the Earth is once again as it was
A ball of water, rock and gas
Nothing more
Nothing less
Just a ball


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As i Sit Here on This Rock

My Dear,
 
As i sit here on this rock, and look out at the sea
These waters now grey and calm, that took you away from me
 
Another stormy night, down the Californian coast
Your ship lies torn and twisted, while the reaper quietly toasts
 
Tomorrow i will start, a new day in my life
For on this note i write, to have been proud to be your wife
 
My darling i give to you, this letter on the waves
While my words are flowing true, my heart for you still craves


My entry for Brian Strand's contest " My Dear "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


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Wallney Oak

To hold, as twere, the mirror up to nature
To touch its bark and watch its leaves depart
As if the tree has somehow lost a wager
And with that loss, it somehow just lost heart

A friend thought I should write an ode
To this old tree on Walney Road
This mighty oak that cast a shade
Before the white man did invade
That saw the Indians depart
Back when Lord Fairfax had his start
That saw the settlers clearing land
Who somehow let this oak tree stand
And stand, it stood 300 years
It heard our laughter, heard our tears
It stood there through our Civil War
As Union troops went door to door
It’s known that soldiers set up camps
And on its branches, hung their lamps
Then when this country lane was paved
They placed a curve, this tree they saved
A landmark for those living near
This oak tree that we held so dear
But lightening strikes and driving wind
Have brought this oak tree to its end
Then suddenly one day we found
The county brought this oak tree down
Where once this mighty tree did sway
We’ve naught but memories today

Mdailey	4/20/11


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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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The Cold

   I stand alone from everyone.
In the dark morning shadow, cast down by a tree.
   It's long branches lingering above,
reaching out to touch me.
   I wait for a ride, with my hands down by my side.
The breeze comes, singing in the tree.
   Sweeping its way towards me.
Its cold.
   Yes very infuriatingly cold.
It crawls up my skin and sends...
   little prickles.
My flesh freezing to the slightest touch.
   Unable to move much.
I feel bitter, for I hate the cold.
   It makes me feel old.
For I am forced to remember, the old life I once lived.
   The things I had to give. 
The words left unsaid.
   The long ago snowy starry nights, full of porch and street lights.
Yes I remember very clearly, those dreadful long and lonely nights.
   I had my sister to keep me company, but no father.
For he would always be mad.
   Mad at me, mad at to whom or what I might turn out to be.
I hated him and with him, I hated the cold.
   The cold, that now sinks deep within my flesh and into my soal.

Dedicated to my Bastered father


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Obscurity

Forget all tales of love,
But listen to a love that flees,
She a heart of darkness,
And he a light that sees.

He was a bright sunshine,
Concerned with an earthen glow,
Full of neverending happiness,
And all of love to show.

He made it through the day,
Hoping for her coming night,
Fading beyond the horizon,
And losing his inner light.

But the darkness flooded the earth,
And drove everything away,
And tomorrow unexpectedly came,
A lightless rainy day.


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CircLe

all the fortunes have been squandered
the nomadic women of the east stare at my shame,my eyes touch the earth beneath me

all the friends have drifted away,
mere planks living upon middle ocean surface

everything is breaking down
the mirrors display this dreary,dwindling time line

cruelty will never leave me,she'll stay by my side
The red noons and violet twilights aren't as vivid as they used to be
Blue mornings and dark nights will never leave

All the children have been grown
All the grown have died
All the day all the night is now past


Details | Terza Rima | |

Lawa-an Tree's Tragic Majesty

                         Must have been yesterday,  
                     dark-green against a silver sky
                         near a craggy promontory, 
                     loomed majestic and protective, 
       mutely reassuring, our village's most ancient 

                                      lawa-an tree;

                         its colossal trunk and roots, 
                     mighty boughs and thick crown
                      had defied the fiercest storms,
                        held at bay the hand of time, 
         withstood the leaden burden of the years and 

                                      aging's ennui;

                    local legend had it that our lawa-an  
                            was more than a hundred 
                years old, so by their  own grandparents 
                               our old folks were told,
      an age-old secret the village treasures in its memory 

                                           like gold;

                             now, the silver sky grieves, 
                       the promontory laments, solitary;
                            it took over a hundred years 
                        to grow that tree to such majesty,
            but only minutes for chainsaws to chop it down, 

                                         such tragedy.


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CAT-ASTROPHE

She stepped into the blue ocean of morning, 
and looked up towards the sky
& as her gaze moved up and up,
something odd, atop a willow caught her eye

There, in the tall thin branches, 
swaying in the wind,
a still & silent tabby was 
curled amongst its limbs

She shouted to it, clapped her hands, 
her dogs enhanced the sound
but the cat just lay there, never moving –
its silence was profound

---
Knowledge that the cat was dead
slid slowly down her face
in bitter tears that came unbidden
with grief’s wet, salty taste

She struggled back into her house
through mourning’s heavy waves
& tried to ponder what to do,
and who to call to save

At least the body of this once fine cat,
to bring it back to ground -
She imagined how it sought its safety
then could not climb back down,

& how it sat there, starving, thirsty,
forever trapped in that green embrace –
She couldn’t stand it, went back outside,
but when she looked, saw only space

___
The cat was gone! Had played great possum,
just pretended to be dead!
And what she’d believed to be total truth
was just a story in her head

Then laughter hit her, exploded from her,
joy blazed throughout her soul
 
as the crystal blue promise of the ocean of morning
was restored, renewed, and made whole

© March 2006
RG Hudson


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A Dead Rose

The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,

Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,

Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,

Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,

But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.

So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,

Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.

And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,

And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,

And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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The Cradle Song

When your dreams are suppressed
 I am here don’t be depressed
When you feel like dropping a tear
Go ahead release your fear

There are too many ways to heal a broken heart
But there a re too little ways to make a new start
All you can do is to listen as nature sings the cradle song
Even if for a while you will realize that you are strong

When the wind is pushing you
I am here to help you pull through
When your eyes cannot see
I help you get to where you want to be

There are too many ways to heal a broken heart
But there a re too little ways to make a new start
Al you can do is to listen as nature sings the cradle song
Even if for a while you will realize that you are strong

Your journey is not that easy my friend
I know it’s time for this nightmare to end
Close your eyes and feel my cradle song
I’m sure I’ll be with you before long

There are too many ways to heal a broken heart
But there a re too little ways to make a new start
Al you can do is to listen as nature sings the cradle song
Even if for a while you will realize that you are strong

Sleep tight
Let me kiss you one last goodnight
One last goodbye
Through this lullaby





Details | Rhyme | |

Hurricane Katrina

Awesome power is it natures wrath
To devastate all in its path
Twisters, winds driving rain
Leaves no place to look the same
 
In a way as it gathers pace
Never in a human place
Hidden killer out at sea
Land urge where it wants to be
 
Building strength, gathers speed
To destroy any breeds
The one i recall in this worlds arena
This phenomenon called Hurricane Katrina
 
Louisiana, New Orleans
Was subject by one so mean
Her awesome might hammers home
We are not on this world alone
 
The sights viewed all around the world
Natures torture from her living swirl
To consternate these Southern Lands
The rains and winds spew from her glands
 
The aftermath and splatter view
Killed so many, survivors few
City blocks submerged and broken
A legacy of natures token
 
New Orleans Jazz continues to play
Although nature won this day
Resilient folks, awesome place
Human nature won this race
 
Undercover we will rise
But in mother nature we will not despise
She gives us life, we share her hope
To view her strength, we can not gloat.


Details | Free verse | |

Words to start a day

The world has turned 
one more time 
for you to face the sun 

When you step out 
into your day 
blink as you may 
but appreciate the force 
of a universe 
that spins this world 
in such a way 
that its perfect grace 
blows the kiss of wind on your face 

And when this day is done 
your only sorrow 
is to know that tomorrow 
this world will not turn for some


Details | Rhyme | |

Prince of Darkness

Oh Prince of Darkness gilded gold
your heart to hatred you have sold
dispair is your path and lot
for the worship you have sought
 
Into the fall you did man lead
through the veil of his need
through the heart of his last gift
the sting of sin in life did lift
 
And priceless love that flits beyond the grasp
and sing the sorrow of things lost long past
When mourn we for the loss of Love
and barred to the gates of heaven above
 
The aching heart spans within the time we wait
ever seeking for it's place the gardens state
to wish upon the morrow that we be born again
to innocence return and to be free from sin
 
Oh the bitter dregs and bitter lees
the life thats brought us to our knees
and broken are the wings that soar
with hopelessness in hearts that roar
 
Oh the flutes in dirage sing
and the pipes of shades do ring
sackcloth and ashes have become our clothes
when the truth of life's exposed
 
Dispair the earth is covered
by the god who's gilding hovers
darkness is recieved as light
So rules the king of night
 
The verdant plains are burned and scorched
shelter from the storms no more
and the skies above clothed black
to pay for all the things we lack
 
Death has become a living thing
there are no more songs to sing
payment for the sins we have allowed
ashes and sorrow are now our shroud
 
How this system of things erodes the soul
and the pursuits of it's desire black as coal
When noble men have died and gone
We mourn their loss in dirage and song
 
Like a painting you have framed yourself
and taken those who worship god with stealth
for one woman the angel fell
and many others does history tell
 
Crushed the spirit within denied
because a life of sin applied
the choice was always ours alone
the wraith of death has touched our bone
 
priestcraft has brought them down
til no hope of truth be found
Hatred for humans the name of his game
and hearts that burn within his shame
 
What looks good in outer shell
contains within the seeds of hell
Loyalty and honor things of the past
as he holds the world within his grasp
 
All things die in the realm of sin
an angels hand was the first begin
decieved was she who believed
knowing not the intent recieved
 
Book and candle you have placed in my hand
and light from their guidence I understand
the depth of darkness in minds that are locked
and hardness of heart where truth is blocked
 
Sources Gen. 3 Gen.6:1-11 Ezekiel chptr 27-28
Lam. Matt. 4:1-11 Rev. 12-17

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | I do not know? | |

TOY SOLDIER!!!

We are toys who are owned and played!
He was trapped so we paid.
We paid that price over and over.
Our childhood is over!
We have to fight.
We have little right.
We are soldiers in a home of war.
We exist no more.
We just survive in his world.
Our emotions are twirled.
We don’t know what to feel.
We don’t know what’s real.
We are smaller in size and age.
But we can’t escape our lively cage.
Our lives just got a lot colder.
We are the toy soldiers.


Details | Personification | |

Palms by the Sea

Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
 Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!


®Registered: Ann Rich 1997



Details | Rhyme | |

The Martian Cylinders

Through the telescope
We view the planet Mars
Explosions aplenty
Leaving planetary scars

Two nights pass
As comets appear
All over the world
Do we panic or fear

The very next morning
Cylinders are found
Metallic and shiny
Making a humming sound

An unscrewing grind
These cylinders emit
As the public witness
In staring commit

Slowly rises
A staring eye
Emerald green
Us it spies

As we approach
It climbs so high
Staring back at us
In a shrill like cry

Oooolaa is heard
Many times
As we stand back and watch
In it's perfect rhyme

We approach again
As it's emerald eye lights
A ray is released
We all start to take flight

Over the common we run
As fast as we can
With laser traces
Extinguishing man

Days pass
As more cylinders land
But these newly fallen
Are bigger and grand

In tripod stance
They roam our lands
Lasers in rampant
As our armies stand

What weapons we have
Are vapourised to dust
As a red weed engulfs
In a thickly disgust
 
Beaten and trodden
Against these machines
Will the spirit of man
Endure this hell Halloween

We who are left
Are driven underground
To escape their lasers
And their oooolaa sound

Many weeks pass
As our cities are scarred
But the blooming red mass
Is blackening tarred

Tripods are toppling
In crying moan
Their sound as they fire
Is in deathly groan

Metallic corpses
Of cylinder shape
Lie dented and spent
On broken buildings they drape

Weeks into months
As the scientists learn
These martians from Mars
In our atmosphere turn

Their alien form
Unknown to them
Would never compete
With the life of men

Our oxygen climate
Pure and clean
Was a perfect match
For these cylindrical machines

We will remember these days
This world, our home
As we look to the skies
Knowing we are not alone

 

Inspired by " The War of the Worlds " movies.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php


Details | Light Poetry | |

Just Suppose

Suppose the winds were never again to blow?
Suppose the rivers ceased to flow?
Suppose there never would be another spring?
Suppose a robin was unable to sing?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

Suppose the flowers could no longer bloom?
Suppose there would be no sun or moon?
Suppose the world stopped spinning around?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

Suppose the oceans would suddenly dry?
Suppose an eagle could no longer fly?
Suppose Love was suddenly lost?
Suppose we are left to suffer the cost?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

A Poem By,
Milton L. Delgado
October 28, 2001


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Girl

I waited for you to draw near
my beauty was only veneer
you asked me to love
and I could not
not as I ought
I knew I would bring
unhappiness and I
have turned away from you
because to bring you pain
sears my soul , I am not whole
but I am a hole , empty
without you
I am to broken to hold
what you give , it leaks
through me like a sieve
I cannot hold it
I have lost it and it is gone
So I carry on
would that I could have stayed
unafraid , that my touch
could harm you , to my alarm
and I slipped by you at last
I am your past
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Haiku | |

The Flame

Fire raging high
Mountain habitat unsafe
Rescue on the way


Details | Lyric | |

THE DESTINY.

This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are no events images or happenings
But over the same the generations waste
Cobwebbed on a bold spot their anger
In rimless cups in pale lipped liquors
Time eaten tales aimed at amusing
Lamenting on their irrecoverable loss
A loss which was never their gain
Forward they go groping in search of substitutes
In hotel rooms where empty pouches hang
Over the pegs of wealth work and pleasure
All have accepted with harried hands
Stiffening nature humbly no measure for measure
Their guts hanging loose from under their stomachs
While vultures of low airs peck their brains
Piece by piece removing the gilded frowzy matter
Leaving the skull festooned and vainly waste.

The ancient cults of sacrifices still existing
Among jeremiad rules of the gushed brain
Each fang beak or tentacle of spidery web
The venom just dents entwines with its embrace
No grief for marshalled loss no pent up for soul remained
The old conscience just sleeps in arms of lap dogs
And each hour becomes just sanctified and sane.

It is not for charter of the world do we create
Burning our brain and the light of our eyes
Each image in our mind creates
A corresponding image in the space
And each line of the verse entombs
In eternity a sightless gong
Which the poet can hear with his subtle mind
In the span of his wretched life and can find
Some solace when everything significant is betrayed
When the weed choked fields of this world can claim
Their foremost place on the altar of the poesy.




Details | Free verse | |

The Seeds of Fear

Nature can exist without any sunlight.
The shadow is nurtured by the sustenance
sprouting from the soil in the Garden of Darkness and
from which grows the frondescence that nourishes our Fear.

The garden is dampened by the tears
of those whose shadow’s grip is strong and thriving
beneath the shade of the great ash trees.
Their roots and their branches connect the underworld
with the Gods of the earth, sky, and sea.

And the shadow exists between these planes 
where it relies on the fruit fallen from the
Trees of Life and Knowledge that faithfully grow
in the Orchards of Loss
reminding us, with each passing season, 
as, once again, the blossoms flourish among the cherry trees,
that immortality exists.

Morning glory withers to give way to impervious vines of insecurity
that wrap tightly around a wrought iron fence
behind which the Unknown fertilizes the seeds of Fear.
A bittersweet aroma rises from a flowerbed adorned with
Violets of Distrust and White Lilies of Lost Hope.
Their scent fills the Garden of Darkness
and reaches the senses of all that venture through.


Details | Free verse | |

Deep Blue Under

The sound of the shore
It's everlasting
If you're silent,
Still

Waves crash over coral rocks 
And reefs
Soon you hear fizzing water
Creeping up from behind your bare feet.
You move quickly,
But not quick enough.

The water rises as you try to escape
It's wrathful invitation.
Every step you take
The water quickens.

You yell for help,
But no one is there to hear you.
You yell once more,
But the crashing waves muffle your cries.
The deep blue water has taken you down
Into its vengeance world. . .

Where you can't breathe,
Can't see.
You're weak from the struggle of survival
So you just give up,
Without thinking of the ones who love you
As if they never exist.
With your last seconds of life,
You whisper "Goodbye."


Details | Rhyme | |

El Condor Pasa

El Condor Pasa means Flight of the Condor
Song preformed by Simon and Garfunkel

                                               I'd rather be a
                                          sparrow than a snail
                                                 Yes I would
                                                   If I could
                                                I surely would.
(Do you remember this one?)



The Buzzard

Watching the buzzard up high
Circling in the clear blue sky
Catching the air currents, free
Looking down on you and me

Searching for nourishment, meat
As he circles what does he see
His homeland, his dead tree
A great country that's still free

A homeland riddled with crime
No longer really safe, nor free
Freedom to leave doors unlocked
Cars no longer safe to just park

Maybe the buzzard is waiting 
To feed, on filth that rules
The streets with crime, drugs
Handguns wildly handled

(Unfinished and rhymes somewhat. Can you think from news of something to 
add?)


Details | Elegy | |

Farewell

I cry out to you; I cannot breathe/
You do not hear, and I die slowly/
You do not care, you are concerned with
YOU.
You do not feel, but you will die with me.

I choke on your fumes and swim in your muck/
My throat begs out of thirst and my loins quake
As the sun beats upon my face and back/
But no aid will I receive from you.

Have I not given you all that I could have given;
Have I not allowed you to live and prosper?!
And you repay me with this, of all ways,
Raping, plundering, and ravaging ME?!

If only you could feel the pain that invests my spirit/
But no, you can no longer feel,
You can only inflict more and more pain
Until you yourself pass away.

I have given you all that I have,
And have nothing left to give because
You no longer need me, you have been ensnared
By $$$, and greed.
Now bid farewell to your once-dear MOTHER EARTH.


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried Alive

Clawing at the walls,
fingernails bleeding.
Eyes fully dialated,
fear seething.
Darkness surrounds,
my heart pounds.
A scream leaves my lips,
knowing that theres life just past my finger tips. 
Being buried alive is no way to die.


Details | Quatrain | |

flowers are for living

see the roses, red and white
see the glads, serene and noble
the bouqueted mums, radiant and bright
see the orchids, beautifully boastful

smell the scents for all intents
pulling our memory back in time
remembering joys from past events
family and friends, the days sublime

petals soften life's hard terms
the leaves greening up the day
the pollen sits on stamen's tips
reminding, life carries on, what may

flowers are for the living
from the wellspring of existence
remembered, even in our grieving
blooming our hearts to reminiscence

© Goode Guy 2011-12-13

for a dear friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Counting Down

5 - I try to rise above
4 - I think I see your love
3 - I feel it pull me down
2 - I lower my head and frown
1 - I don't want to drown


Details | Free verse | |

enjoy the Ice cream.. while it lasts

Entrapped with Wires

Hands bound behind my back

Enslaved

The wires go on for miles 
 
Covering every inch of our city

Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement 

Our happy little friend??

NO

WE

Like a dog on a short leash

Tugged by  its master

Controlled

By the flicker of light from the fillament

Are we now but  0's and 1's?

Turn it off 

Live!!

Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination

They have found me here in my safe refuge

The world's  end  and innocence is due to our undoing

I am their prisoner

I shout for someone to rescue me

BUT 

 The noise of Traffic

Blocks 

The sound of my tears dripping


Honking away those little monsters

Gasoline chompers

 leaving their waste 

Which harms us

Oil from the dead

Is what fed them today

Poisoning the air

Like fish gasping on land

The Result: Dead like the oil

We'll be buried in the ground

Where

The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets

 Like it has every inch of the underground

Infrared signals

Dance across the sky

Our invisible enemies

Blistering 

Cooking flesh for human consumption

Ironic

The cancer eats us from the insides

This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge

for something pure

Smog 

Devil's breath 

Hot 

The stench is unbearable

OH Gaseous Death

You billow from the smoke stacks

Licking  Away layers of the Ozone

Earth

The universe's ice cream

A treat that used to be sweet

But now after years of abuse 

Turned  out to sour

How long will we last?

Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast


Details | I do not know? | |

From Sorrow To Joy

From Sorrow to Acceptance -By Frances Ayers

On sorrows'wings I journeyed to a land where I had never been.
Each loss was undiscovered country,landscapes I had never seen,mountains I had never climbed.

I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.I had
buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness,which lay buried deep beneath the
earth,only now and then pushing to the surface.

I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds,neglecting to seperate them from the
flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.

When I had shed enough tears,I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the
birds chirping a new song.

I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
and instead of weeds,I saw flowers. Where there were empty patches of dirt,I saw seedlings
and the possibility of new beginnings.


Details | I do not know? | |

Katrina

What happend? Is the thought we have brewing
When she hit the beach con strewing

Things around this way and that
Grounded the homes and made them flat.

I lived in Pascagoula at one time
Before this wretch had made her mind

I lost few for I am single and broke
but my companions cry, sniffle, and choke

To think their families are there in pain
while we are out to sea is hard to constrain

Tempers flare and words are flames
Cursing each other and calling names

Once in port the fathers, husbands, fiances flee
To find their lost and broken family

Castles battered or taken by force
waterlog and drowned the family horse

Murder and rape have come after the destruction
Satans weaving his path of corruption.

Save the children is all I hope for
They deserve no part in heaven and hells war

Bodies lay strewn across the land
She had no favor woman or man

My last words hopefully burn your desire
To help the victims of this tragedy inspire!


Details | Rhyme | |

Some Call it Rain

i walk out of the building
there is hope all around
i know the day is waiting
i feel weightless on the ground

i cant wait to try something
that i have never done
i feel extremely daring
a joy that should be sung

and then i see the sky
a thick black cloud that hovers
a dreaded shadow taunting
for the ground it soon shall cover

with sadness and despair
misery without a prayer
with depression and with gloom
with fear mixed with doom

some call it rain
but why i am not sure
for it is not just water
but a disease without a cure


Details | Free verse | |

Remembering

She lay on the sofa,
Two arthritis pain pills nearby, 
Holding a thin romance book
With a thin plot involving
An empty heroine, an empty hero,
Explicitly but tastefully making love.

I’ve heard, she said, closing the book,
Marking her place with a folded handkerchief,
That books with graphic sex  
Can be awfully boring.
What are those tall trees across the street?

Georgia pines, we told her.   
She asked:  Is the tallest one the father,  
And the other two son and daughter?   
We laughed.  All siblings, we replied.
She looked doubtful.  Then she said:  
I’m convinced trees talk, I wish I knew what about.
Since I'm eighty now, I suppose 
I'll never understand tree language.
I also think each tree has a soul,
The way people do -- don’t you?

What’s the glossy dark green tree on the left?  
A magnolia, we said, almost an evergreen.
Remember magnolias from Maryland?
Smaller ones -- we called them sweet bays.

Yes, she said, and smiled.  Beautiful small magnolias
With creamy blossoms, up on the hill.   

There’s a weeping willow, she went on,
A happy bouncy willow.
Look how gracefully it bends in the breeze!  

March had a cruel surprise:    
Four inches of icy snow, bitter winds..
The willow perished.  
Later a bush appeared in its place,
But we kept on picturing the willow.    
Next they replaced the grove of pines 
With a tire shop.
A year later, the magnolia was felled, 
And the house behind it, too.
Six condos were quickly built, 
And marketed for a million dollars each.

Still, we'd see when looking across the street, 
Superimposed on the replacements, 
The willow, the magnolia, the pines.
Lovely tree ghosts:  They had greeted us kindly.

By then our mother wasn't on the sofa or reading.
She was bedridden, and couldn’t focus on books.
Despite her dying heart, we all three 
Changed our residence -- an enforced move.

We hope the tree ghosts are still intact and active,
We'll always think of them with affection,
But my sister and I don't plan to visit that block again.
 
Our mother is not alive any more, either,
But we doubt she’s a ghost, like the trees.
We consider that she is
Bound up forever in the bonds of eternal life.
All the same, at times we’ll be overcome
By a wave of goodness and warmth,
Amazing beauty and strength,
Incredible devotion.
Then, puzzled, we'll discuss what happened,  
And the only sane conclusion we can reach
Is that Mama had paid us a fleeting loving visit.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rise Again

A day that was never meant to happen.
Tearful memories of the departed ones.
A picture stamped into our hearts.
A day that changed everything of mankind.
A last chapter in some peoples lifes.
A disaster the world hadn’t ever seen.
We will rise again we will rise again.
We will walk the path of fire each day.
Let’s come together today.


Details | Ballade | |

Blood - Brothers

I Hear Drum-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
All Our Homes Are Handed Down by The Highest Spirit
Long-Ago, The Native Peoples of The Land
Knew… The Earth and Us – Go Hand in Hand

I Hear Hoof-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
Its Not The Buffalo or Antelope – Who Grew To Fear It
Its Battles of Braves and Soldiers – Both Grim Reapers
Can’t Forget… We ‘Are’ Our Brother’s Keeper…

         Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood-Bound To Love
         Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

I Heard Hate – Beat Down The Land… Did You Hear It?
Pollution and Persecution… Its Time To Cure It
End Our Journey On The Trail of Tears
With Broken Arrows and Rivers – Running Clear

I Hear Heartbeats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
If You Turn and Face The Wind… You Are Near It
It Pounds Deeper Than The Skin, Or A Flood
It Echoes To All …  Its In Our Blood !

        Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood – Bound To Love
        Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters Of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

              * * * * *
The Eagle Flies On The Breath Of Life
         And So Do You
May The Blue Sky And Your Clear Eye
         See Many More Moons

Keepers Of The Earth… Guard This Turf
        And Each Other
For Every Human Birth… Has Worth
         As A Blood – Brother

For Those Killed and Blood Spilled
         The Ground Cries
Soaks The Dust… And Curses Us
         When A Brother Dies…

          Blood – Brother …


Details | Free verse | |

The Grey Goose

 My friend Grey Goose
 flew by today
 honking loud 
 in mournful greeting.
 Poor goose, poor goose
 alone you fly, as two by two
 your flock glides by.
 Did hunter’s aim 
 or beast of prey
 Steal your life long mate away?
 It matters not what wicked blow
 Suffice, you fly alone.
 Then as I watch, you soar in flight
 skim low down river’s canyon
 I bow my head and pray next year 
 you’ll fly with a companion.

This morning, as each year around this time, a small flock of Canadian Geese flew down the river bed. About four years ago one of the pairs lost his mate, and, as many of you know, geese mate for life. So this lone goose remains with his flock, always flying alone behind, calling. . . . . and each year, it breaks my heart. . . .this year I decided to write a little tribute to my friend, The Grey Goose.



Details | Haiku | |

No Fish

Black gold is unearthed
Because the stream's drying up
No fish for my dish


Details | Limerick | |

Need and Greed


                        If we take from Nature more than what we need,

                                   if its mute agonizing we fail to heed,

                                                           abuse it,

                                                         we'll lose it,

                       soon we'll have to pay with our lives for our greed!


Details | Rhyme | |

View from the Second Comet - Act 1

Out of its axis
In negative spin
Our planet we call earth
Is diminishing

Three days earlier
A comet struck home
From the black of the universe
On its trajectory roam

The world as normal
Went about its day
Parents worked
While their children played
 
We had heard before
That a comet may strike
But the observatory in Hawaii
Said we were well out of its sight

But unknown to us all
It had split into two
The smallest section
Towards us flew

As it broke from the main body
In its twisted break
Its angle changed
We now just await

On the day of the impact
Half the world was asleep
While the other half
Were already in weep

It struck a volcano
Near the Indian Ocean
As fissures opened
In lava spewed motion

As we watched on the news
We could hardly believe
Our planet being obliterated
Will we have time to grieve

On CNN
A report comes in
The shuttle Liberty is following
As the second part of the comet spins

It too has changed
Its trajectory course
To our planet it heads
For now we all, fear the worst

Presidents, Prime Ministers
Are all on the phone
Asking, What can we do
To stop this destructive roam?




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-8.php


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Gone

I've seen death far too often
At least in my case
I've seen far too many a sealed coffin
Where I had to turn my face
Stood by too many gravesides
Seen too many tears
Lost too many loved ones,
More than ever in the latest years

Wondered about this thing, "death"
Since I was quite young
Read all the books about it
Confused by every one
From physical decay
To spiritual existence we hope
We need such a belief
If we are to cope

Read of all the different religions
Their different views on death
Where they believe the soul goes
After it's last breath

Can't say I'm any the wiser
Still wonder about it all
And wonder to this day
If I'm ready for God's last call


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Warning

Warning

Death knocks on earth’s door
Resources used for profits
Cry, depleting…all.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form:  Haiku


Details | I do not know? | |

In the Dark

Whispers by a wandering brook
their speakers shrouded by mist
somewhere within the shadowed fog
they hide 
laughing
in time 
with the brook
luring me
so I’ll follow their call
and venture
far from the path
till I lose my way in the dark.

Songs sung by rustling golden leaves
screen their singers from view
behind autumn foliage 
they snicker
a sweet tinkling on the breeze
snaring me in their well made net
Till I see with growing 
sorrow
that the woodland path is gone: 
I’ve lost my way in the dark.


Silence in the silver moonbeams
illuminates their figures with light
around us sits the mist
caressing the golden leaves
obscuring
the world
from view.
A peal of bell like giggling
breaks into the dark.


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A WET DREAM

I am sleeping on this ocean's bed
Contemplating Beauty
That surrounds my soaking head
The beach is a mile or so away
These eyes can still see the Children play
While I'm in Dream
Not to notice or care what it might actually mean
Swimmers
youngsters
Speeders
Soldiers
Are all on the sand without lifting their hand
Sleeping Angels like I
We look above and see a sad expression start to cry
Could God be feeling sad at his WET DREAM gone awry?

WHAT DID WE DO TO LEAVE EDEN HIGH AND DRY??

The question remains just that
As my hibernation concludes
Swimming back,my friends
To a REALITY now at bat!!


Details | Ballad | |

LIKE SPRING

There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon.
In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything.
When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn!
Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring.

For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on.
Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything.
But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone!
And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring.

Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on.
Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything.
For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn!
Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.


Details | Romanticism | |

Flooding Chastity

Arm's stretched out to hold you.
Sunlight dripping on your face.
Although a storm's unfolding,
deep within the coming rain.
Only fate can't shelter us from this.
What's hidden,will the cloud's reveal.
Oh,sweet Love,
you are revealing.
And beautiful.


Details | I do not know? | |

Death of a Birth

The light illuminates the eerie blue glow
The Dark conceals its presence 
Its shape-Unknown
Its form-Uncontrolled
Its distinct purpose of nature
Unfathomable
The World is its playground
Trampling Wherever
The mystifying blue
Disguises the death that follows
Coming and going
Proving Unnoticed
Such a short existence
Then it ceases to Exist
Evaporating
The mist remains as its cause of death


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The Day our Moon Turned Red

Someday in the future
Our moon will turn red
Raped and stripped
And left for dead

For in her core
Is the need for humans to survive
But the greed of us
She will never revive

These actions of us
Will resonate through universe worlds
Where we will be tagged and flagged
As totally absurd

We managed to escape 
The year 2012 
We are now about to be 
Cast and shelved

Many years ago
We had the chance to repent
But where ever we went
We destroyed and left spent

Who ever is left
From our human race
Will have nowhere to go
To ever show face

As out there, their are
Other races of creed
Much different from us
The perfect seed

 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php


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Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


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Star-Stealers

They've come at last, the stealers of stars, 
From their travels afar,
With their muck-spewers, tree-hewers, earth-movers,
Beer, axes, guns, grenades, deer on skewers.
They burp and belch and blaspheme
While they drunkenly dig and demolish
The earth and urinate on it in rings.
They dip some Skoal and spit out their folly
After licking it up with their wagging tongues,
After beating their wives and slapping their young,
And jump into their Cats again, fat and jolly.

They've come back from Iraq,
After that country's plunder and sack,
After they'd crossed the Atlantic desert,
Evaporated by their steam and hurt,
Turned to dust by their never-ending tracks.
They strangled the whale in the Thames,
They killed the buffaloes on the Plains,
They made the Sahara and stopped the rains,
And they made the gate in the Ozone Layer,
All the while laughing at Lorien's prayer.

And now they're at the door-step; I see them outside
        my window.
They dance around the dead trees and make the earth glow
In fire and flame. They shoot the birds from the sky
For sport. They bring the sun nearer with their chains,
Stopping the rains, making the flesh cry
For mercy, making the winds scream for change,
Causing the oceans to toss and tumble,
Madly trying to escape the heat,
And only then do they mumble
Of what they have done,
Of the planet they have beaten
To a pulp. Only then do they realize 
That they have taken the stars from my eyes,
That they have turned the greens and blues
To browns and blacks and grayish hues.


Details | Didactic | |

Forney

The grass is a pale yellow 
The sky groans above it
The children play on the grass
And their feet crunch on the grass
Like snow in the winter-time
And I envy the Scottish, the Irish.

The plow rusts in the soil
The companion of labour and toil
Lies encased in the muck of 
The Blackland Prairie.

The lifeless form steering the John Deere
Probably drunk on cheap bitter beer
Pilots the monster through forest
Driving Pan and the Satyrs away
And this is only another day
Of destruction on the prairie.

And Suburbia is built 
On top of God's earth, and false names,
Deceitful names, are given to the editions:
Woodcreek, Sunny Peak, Deer Leap
Where the creek is dry
The sun refuses to shine
And the deer is extinct.

The wind cuts like a razor 
Through the few trees that remain.
The people drive their cars
While their children sit inside,
Playing their video games, seeing stars
Their brains already dead.

And the rain does not come
Because of man's greed, and
Off the highway to Hell
Lies a young sapling, full of
Promise, waiting to live,
Then stripped from the earth by
The jaws of the yellow monster.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Gap

So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by.
So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end.
At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send.
I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high.

I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined.
No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned.
The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change.
It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange.

I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened.
Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told.
I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened.
It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold.

Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail.
Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight’s flaming tail.

®Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Free verse | |

Who wants to be immortal?

Like a phoenix
you tumble, hurt, and renew;
you grow old and grey
and yet you live through.

As you watch those around you
slowly pass on,
your children, grandchildren;
yet still you're not done.

Technology booms,
the world grows much faster,
through wars and starvation;
watch weather's disaster.

Would you really want
to live through it all?
To be historic relic,
and be immortal?

I wouldn't.


Details | Free verse | |

Time Endless

an orchid-clad child 
with sticky sweet saccharine dreams,
infinite 
yet indefinite in her belonging
awakened from the possibility of dream,
heal me, she cries out
to deaf ears. She is just an ornament, 
a cat with a jewelled eye, 
mourning for the twilight, 
where there had been fires, now lay ashes. 
It's a sadness that creeps over her
as the moon upon the sun, 
the dawn in her is dead, and shall remain ever so for eternity. 
She lies in the forest-a graveyard, littered with
dead bodies which the living feed upon
carcasses scattered across the ground, the 
once proud gentle giants now fallen, 
slain in an endless battle 
against a foe they cannot fight, 
lakes-smelling like open wounds, 
and rocks grimaced in pain, 
writhing in agony
she screams out
will no one hear her cry?


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Irony

An ode to those whose lives are tough and more than they can bear
They seek the exit moaning that their lives are most unfair
Katrina came with open eye to claim the souls who care
Swept innocence right from its knees undaunted by its prayer
Content to grant unwanted wishes, took them to the air
Turbulence could mean their doom amidst the clouded glare
Disaster spelled while mist disguised the fate they had to share
Into the cold unflinching eyes of death they had to stare
This common end so cruel was one uncommon sight so rare
The swiftness of this harsh fright flight left no time to prepare
If you could have it your way then you’d probably be there
Most parties undeserved, but both deprived and all ensnared


Details | Alliteration | |

The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?



Details | Free verse | |

Between Rains

Between rains
the ivory carving of clouds
becomes a living thing.  
Watercolors wash gilted streets, 
dance under wheels,
yet there is no time
for reflection, the singular
interpretations of foreign tongues
of clouded minds.

How many opportunities
never realize the grasp of eyes,
the moist moments
of hesitating smiles? 

It comes now without warning,
the wetness washing our bloods,
making them one - a rusting  of grass
in summer's soft revelations.


Details | Rhyme | |

Burning Less Brightly

Tiger,tiger burning bright
Now fast fading into night,
Once you stood for grace and speed.
Now thanks to our rapacious greed
Signs of your presence dwindle fast,
Not much longer can you last,
Victim of fear and ignorance,
Your bones ground for profit-balance.
Old men seek fresh zest from your bones
Powdered to resurrect their dead stones.
For this a noble life you do remit
Until this earth your species quit.
Will we be left with phantom photographs
To haunt us as your final epitaphs?
Are you to become the new dinosaurs
Wiped out by man's neglect of earthly laws?
Is this the legacy we wish to leave
One that will cause us all to grieve
For idly destroying such a savage beauty
By mindlessly forsaking to life our duty?


Details | Haiku | |

set free

ashes released~
Red tail Hawk Hovers
as loving Hands drop blooms.


Details | Verse | |

Winter Retreat (Stalingrad 42/43)

Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the ravens sought the softness of the throats.
Trees in naked staggers scratched the skies,
And the guns in the distance snapped like cracking ice,
In the pools of oil, flames guttered slowly out,
On the scalps of corpses froze the cooling lice.
In the minds of the generals thoughts akin to grief
Wept not for the loss of life but loss of war,
And men growing hypothermic in retreat,
Felt the stilling of their blood forever more.
How to withstand the burning reap of cold
When it bites with frost the toes ‘till black and gone, 
How to withstand the march of retreat in winter
When winter marches on and on and on.


Details | Bio | |

Our Loved One

The one who helped us
When we were down
Made us smile 
When we had a frown
I wish that you didn't 
Have to go so soon
I was glad when you were around 
I wish you could come back
We all really miss you 
Not a day goes by 
Without thinking about you
That just shows our love 
For you is more than true
That is why god is with you 
It was just your time to go
I can still hear your voice 
Flowing in and out my ear 
As I sit by the window
And that's how I know 
You're still here with me 


Details | I do not know? | |

Momentous Viewpoints

Barefoot on a sand dune staring far
Feeling I was standing by a star
In so much space at speeding pace
My pulse did race 
As I embraced my right to face
This solid place 
On shifting drifting sand
This glimpse of time
Caught in rhyme
Eternal twisting fate
Expanding at demanding rate
Diminishes my self to see
A dune of sand
Is all that's left
Of mountains
Rising from the sea


Details | Rhyme | |

Waiting

Standing in hope
That you will return
My aching heart
In inner burn
 
The roll of the waves
On the greying sea
It's crests of white
Spray passionately
 
But it's your depths i ask
That are my worry
Have you taken my love
In fathomed bury

Even the clouds 
Join with their spill
A flicker of sunlight
I will wait until?


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss2.php
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Indigenous People, Indignant Take

Its 2009 in this modern world
But out there, their is a past
That's never unfurled
Hidden away in forests of green
Indigenous people rarely seen
 
Content in their continent
For thousands of years
Their neighbours, their only fears
Then along came a rider
From out of the unknown
To settle in their lands
And call their home, home
 
As borders are crossed
Over eons of time
What was today
Tomorrow,s not fine
 
Was the cross for the good
For visitor or host
Who prospered
And who lost the most
 
The America's have taken their toil
Gold prospectors, eroded soil
 
The Oceanic, New Guinea lands
Oil exploration, next to plan
 
Africa, the animal world
Diamonds and Ruby's for pretty girls
 
Asia, the plateau steps
Minerals, take what we can get
 
Europe, populated first
No indigenous left, no more thirst
 
We are all indigenous people 
From forest to ground
From ape to thee,
That's why we get around
It's taken millennium
For us to be
Do we have to start again
And get back up the tree?


Details | Haiku | |

The Field of Blood

The monstrous tree swings
A noose above the carcass
Thrown head first to earth.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Life, and Loss

we lie like sunday rain, forming in pools on the ground,
our bodies sway in the breeze, our footsteps make no sound,
drops of dew stream, across the open leaves,
and light fills the seems, of the cracks upon the streets,
your mind forms paintings, of love life and loss,
and your heart feels yearning, for all that you forgot.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting for you

When day's gone by,
and night's drawn in;
when most are
bound to sleep.
I'll lay a while
remembering you;
safe, in my dreams to keep.
Where none will know,
those sultry times;
our souls will wander free;
'till death will bring us
close again,
and leave just you and me.


Details | Free verse | |

Tropical Depresion 12

I can recall that night,
so vividly, still...

The salty ocean air on the 
tip of my tongue
as Atlantic winds blew her
ever closer to me;

and her scent-
a blend of seaweed and sand,
it whispered secrets to me 
(so vile)
I dare not speak them aloud,

as I stood there,
perched on weathered wood,
gazing out to where sands
meet swamp and
give birth to my city;

Oh, the wretched beauty!
The glory of a home
only seen under
pressure of pending doom...

I knew, then,
that I would never stand again,
on those hallowed, hoodoo
shores of silt to see:

the forests that sprang forth from brackage,
the rainbow rays as the sun slipped away,
or the fishes that flowered
in the cypress...



Authors Note:

In the cypress forests in the swamps, fish feed on the tiny bugs that float on top 
of the water. In the spring, there is an abundance of these bugs and as a result 
you can see hundreds of fish jumping up out of the water in a feeding frenzy at 
dusk. The way they jump up and splash back into the water reminded me of 
flowers blooming.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall From High Up From Sea

Mountains a top a lonely hill

Watching them gives you a chill

Grasses sway to and fro

From the sand in see it all

If I fall

Upon the sea

Sea less hours I would wait

Wet and cold

Dead toned eyes

Kindly dies

Upon a rock

Water drifts from the sea to the shore

Wanting to a lore 

You away

Hair turned green, with sights of brown

Looking straight down

To the golden sand

The sun dies away

But doesn't stray

The moon shines high with colors so great

The state 

Of mind is drowned in Death

Moving forward is no more

I adore 

The move of life

Water so high

There's no where to go

Water is cold like snow

Mountains I saw were gone

The grass I saw was folded down

Salty taste in my mouth. Hurts the cuts and scrapes from my fall

Looking up it seemed so small

If only the water would leave

Maybe I could fell less pain

As the rain 

Starts to pore

Whishing I was he no more

Tears are falling from my face

Wondering if I will ever trace

My foot steps again


Details | Free verse | |

Pinning Eyes on a Skeleton

We seek to entertain ourselves
Going to the heart of places
In order to feel the pulse, 
Affirm the identity of living.
We come here to know
What and who we are
By looking down the deep
Shaft of time through 
Which each pebble of being falls.

It is Sunday.  It is the focal
Point anodyne, ordinary.
The laugh of the children,
The bounce of their bodies,
Has all been expected and known.

The lanes through which history
Has passed are clearly marked
And labeled.  Each animal, each skull,
Possesses a badge of paragraph
From which I read to anxious ears.

“Passenger Pigeon: Ectopistes Migratorious”
Pinned the eyes and noses to glass
In gazing.  The epitaph of a species,
Its lone reward.  I sneeze, the button-
Eyes do not flinch.  “Why aren’t there
Any more?”  This, the last one, 
Eyes sewn; I laugh myself to stitches.
It is Sunday.  We migrate toward 
The vending area.


Details | Free verse | |

Sunset Dinner

[///
I would tell him, 
but he hunkered 
down in his bunker, 
debriefing
with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer.
He rationed himself,
confidentially,
to every Bud.
Every friend
poured from their head-wound
deafening - distinctive - gurgles.
	                               ///]


(…
I dine at a wide clay table -
face the gold-red wall.
I serve myself a setting yolk -
season it with salt.
I eat my meal, and quickly-
forbid the air its warmth.
I stuff myself with sunset;
starved in bed, I bawl
as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers
for tomorrow evening’s gall
                                         …)


He (like the day) has set;
sunsets taste – different –


Details | Rhyme | |

Avalanche

Expert skiers ought to know
That skiing ever faster
And off the beaten track just might
Precipitate disaster.

The specialists who gauge the snow
For slickness, depth and such
Put warnings out so all who ski
Stay out of danger’s clutch.

Yet more and more, those athletes
Who love risks and taking chances
Ignore all the advice and yield
To daring circumstances.

And so an avalanche occurs,
Which causes pain or death.
I wonder if regret’s expressed
In someone’s dying breath.

For admonitions only work
If they are sternly heeded.
A dab of caution is the dose
Of medicine that’s needed.

I sympathize with those who’ve lost
A loved one to the slopes;
But those who died so recklessly
Were those who knew the ropes.


Details | Free verse | |

Coffee Icebergs

I watch them melt
imagining the arctic
slowly melting into the sea
until there is nothing
left of ice worthiness.

I guess I'll suffer with hot coffee.

SKB
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


Details | I do not know? | |

SHE OPENS HERSELF UP

He led her away,
Begged her to stay.
He told her so many things.
She only wanted what true love brings.
So she opens herself up
Thinking her love will be enough
But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she gives up all including earth.

If he could only feel what she feels,
He’d know what he has that he is trying so hard to let go.
But that’s only in her dreams.
He still doesn’t know what true love means.
So she opens herself up
Thinking her love will be enough
But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she gives up all including earth.

If only he could see through her eyes
He’d unmask the descise.
If only he felt through her heart
He’d know how much she wants to be apart.
Instead of listening if he only heard her words.
So she opens herself up
Thinking her love will be enough
But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she gives up all including earth.

But he cuts her dreams short of what he feels there worth.
Only she still gives all including earth
Just to find out after all this wasted time earth was never enough.
The feel of love is not at all real.
Just a warm and simple feel!


Details | Rhyme | |

Treasure Hunt

You were here such a long time ago.
I knew you not nor did I have a clue.
I was just a silly giggly little fool.
Days passed by until the Sun set too low.
So I memorized the Stars at night watching them glow.
I’d swear I’d never have believed you much less knew.

Until, I went back into the past and chased the future ahead.
That’s when I saw the trails and the paths lain from before.
Some were laid in gold, others silver, even diamonds and lead.
The Sun struck down on them and they shined even more.
It was obvious by the color of branches in the trees that were dead.
I could taste the honeydew trickling down my lips feeling my heart of hearts.
I chased the birds and plucked a feather of a white dove just for you.
I ran along the Sea shores and the Oceans belched a many a roar.
Salt on my lips and free with the wind I knew I wanted more.
The Moons beams shined down on me so I followed the shore.

I found seashells and rocks of all kinds and saved them all.
I even cleaned them up and gave names to a few too small.
The Stars began twinkling brighter here and there.
I watched them naming a few and one I made mine.
Then I found the Mountains and how tough they fair.
I rock climbed the highest ones and drew myself a line.

I saw the snow fall and watched it melt.
I just can not tell you in words how that felt.
I ran through the fields and the prairies took my breath.
I was alive inside just feeling my best, there was no death.

The rains came pouring down watering the splendor grass.
Thunders and lighting's all came in a great big flash.
I’m alive inside and just feeling great.
Passing through time I can never be late.

On plated trails of past, present and future I am so alive.
It’s a treasure hunt of buried beauties buried deep inside.
And each vibrantly strives simply to thrive.
And each one seeks where you hide.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2006


Details | Free verse | |

The Night the Sparrow Died

`Twas night I walked this beaten path
Were trees flooding either side
Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns
All radiant in their springtime flare
She caught my eye with her saddened cry
The willow over there.
   Stepping off the path into the woods
The leaves in dampness on the ground
`Twas morning now as I walked around
To the willow I could see
Sitting alone, off in the distance
Tears on all her leaves.
   I felt the sun as it rose up high 
Warming everything yet not the day
I could smell the scent as it touched the sky
The trees of springtime new
I saw them sparkle; the tears of the willow
As the sun had made its way
The birds flew by and by and by
Flying over the woods and through.
   The willow sat with space around
Her branches full to the earth
There laid a sparrow aside her trunk
It laid in silent sound
`Twas the night I walked this path
`Twas then the willow cried
Her tears fell down upon the earth
The night the sparrow died.


Details | Free verse | |

Endless is Time

Seasons blend together,
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Endless time forever,
I feel no change at all...


Details | I do not know? | |

PAIN

Pain so deep,
It cuts as it reaps.
It plays for keeps.
I sip from the haunted cup of emotion that leaves remnants on my lip
And back I’ve slashed with a cutting whip.
Feel my heart rip!
I paid as deathly as love laid.
So many peircings my tears made,
I fade!
I lashed out with a jagged blade.
Blood spilled over white sheets stained with shame.
This is how the red plague came.
Why does red pain rain?
Poison will profane!


Details | Free verse | |

Intertwined and Drowning

Intertwined
I feel the rushes
Wound ‘round my feet
Intertwined about me
Aspiring to possess my soul
To hold me eternally from below.

I can see
The sunlight above me
Shining far above my face
In shadows of green and yellow
The warmth of the summer sun.

In the dappled water so high above
So near and yet so far beyond…
Offering finite life
Whilst below there is only
The silence
Of perpetual sleep.

I can see
Floating ever after
Trying hard to breathe
Holding in my last breathe
Of sweet and earthly air
While visions of the great beyond 
are swimming through my hair.

Bubbles of effervescence rise
Like past and future aspirations
Swirling about
On the thinnest strand
Of my last thread
Of that which toward
I can barely stretch. 

 
(November 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 




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Mile after Mile

it is a long stretch of backwood country to walk
(Mile 
After
Mile)
The scenery changes with every step
from Blue and green to Winter White
(Mile
after
Mile)
My home is so faraway from me now
I cannot retrace my yellow brick road
Feet are moving but this Peon despair
nobody around yet someone is there
(Mile
after
Mile)
Cotton fields are soaked through the skin
Powdery layers of this cold snap settling in
The sky is pink and the trees are frozen chill
Many road signs to see but I cannot get there,still
The cell phone ran out of minutes a short while ago
(1 Mile after another
Believe it or not,My eyes spot a road kill)
Brothers are in the city now
Me parents have left this Earth not too long since
Every One(of my Kin)is lying under the Mediterranean Sun
I cannot contact them for they do not want to speak of me
(The Same Mile
But a Silent Gap
Death is for certain
But I hum to a melody of an old RMDC rap


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Pathways

The earth she cries we have made her bleed
we have bled her dry to feed imagined need
her crops our cash to fill our greed
we plant her naught to increase her seed 
 
The kernel of destruction we plant with our hands
it's watered by complacency in all of the lands
self gratification and egocentric demands
the flame of destruction blown by billions of fans
 
Murder most foul upon mankind and earth
the adversary positioned to increase it's birth
and unseen military designed to destroy
mankind's weaknesses his evident employ
 
Crop upon crop of weeds fill the field
only you can gather them so the fields have yield
from the time of the garden whisper of Dragon held sway
but you have revealed judgment his throne taken away
 
The Throne of the Universe given to one who is true
his government will create all things new
its like has never been in this system of things
the Glory of God and his purpose it brings



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Untitled #75 / No other viper

There’s no other viper in the world like her
and when she bit me she slithered off
now I know I’ll have to let the venom run its course,
for her fangs are the only remedy.


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Parthenon Marbles


Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage 
why the Queen has it?


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Our Land

See the Wrekin standing proud,
The sky above so full of cloud.
The broken landscape of red tile,
No greenery for mile on mile.

A red brick jungle stretching far,
To reach the country use a car.
To see the things that once were here,
Trees and fields and running deer.

How far this progress sets us back,
A sense of purpose they don’t lack.
They rape our lovely countryside,
And do it with a sense of pride.

The wildlife die for lack of space,
Their red brick buildings a disgrace.
The planners have not realised,
That we prefer our countryside.

Rebel and let them know your views,
A press release on T.V. news.
Leave our countryside alone,
Jam the switchboards with your phones.

Till at last they get it right,
Then we will have won the fight.
When land is kept untouched for all,
For us to walk in standing tall.


I was raised a country boy in Shropshire, I used to ride the lanes and walk the fields these now due to progress are no more, it saddens me very much, especially for my grandchildren who have to live in a concrete jungle I hope others never have to see this


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Nature Aside

there were asphalt chips
in the grass near the curb -- not
enough room to grow


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Waiting for the Wind

Sitting in the morning just waking up on my side of the world today
I turn on the news see if anyone has anything good to say
Stock markets falling and another landslide while the politicians try to deny
Global warming and more killer storms and another thousand people die
and the advertiser says I’d be happy if I bought bigger car you know
I’ve got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Sometimes I think the world’s gone mad and I can’t stand to hear the pain
One place burning in holy fire and another in a deluge of rain
Sometimes I think that hatred and war is the only way we know how to be
And I want to sail away,..in a world made for you and me
Sometimes I wonder at the pace of it all, where’s everybody trying to go
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Why can’t we see the beauty of it all in the sun rising every day
Life holding on to the sides of mountains and the waters rushing into the bay
Why can’t we live as if nothing on earth mattered more that the love that we bring
I want to sail away,.. and become part of everything
Why can’t we care just a little bit more, maybe let a little kindness show
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


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MAKE BELIEVE

The words you say, make believe.
The dreams we share, make believe.
The life we had, make believe.
The vows and promises we made, make believe.
The memories I have, make believe.
The person I thought you were, make believe.
Us!
Make believe!
The only thing in this make believe relationship that wasn’t make believe,
Was me,
And I was only a fading memory slowly on the way to make believe.


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Hope

Silent thunder wishes to be heard,
above the din of growing laughter.
Shadows mar the face of wisdom,
as lighting reigns down from the heavens.

Anger mocks the breath of justice,
hiding the traitors mirthful smile.
The raging wind bellows,
like the tantrum of a child,
kicking and screaming in the face of adversity.

Hail rains down upon the weary soul,
scouring the body clean.
After hours the storm subsides,
leaving destruction in its wake.
In the middle of this marred landscape,
a single flower blooms.


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Silent Darkness

Shrouded by darkness.
No Sun to pass this way.
Not a wind to be stirring,
the earth stood still today.


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Architect

Gift of the fathers
Stand before others
Hands of the mothers
Hold us together
Ten story oddity
Steel shelled monstrosity
Like organs dwell
Cubicle cell
The nervous system
Organic hell
Paper blood
A computer god
Timeless toil
Ignorant clock
Its not life
It’s your job
War is waged
A profitable crusade
Overtime, time saved
An epic escapade
Dig holes, deep as graves
Line your coffins
With dollars paid 


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a gift , a curse

the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .

the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .

enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .

drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.

the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at 
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .





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WHAT ARE TEARS

What are tears, but shattered dreams built up over years.
All, god hears!
Showers pore over tenderness so sore.
I want more!
Why love when pain makes a big we stain.
It’s enough to drive an angel insane.
Run far away from emotions you feel have begun.
Beware it’s real!
Temptation applies right down to it’s heals.
The sole peals.
It is a lie that steadily dies.
This becomes a demy.
It takes you high then back down to a blasphemy sigh.
It becomes merely shy
But dicises itself as sweet honey pie.
Misery and love are a tie.
Make a witness upon our eyes.
It is light and dark as night.
It can also fall out of sight between boundaries of black and Wight.
You cannot hold it tight.
It’s not worth the fight.
It sells the wedding bells.
It brings it to raging hells.
Love is not what it spells.
A paining chest knows best, it will sever the covering breast.


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Violin

Where sleeps upon the shelf his violin
that in past with mournful tone he plucked
who woo'd a maiden fair and shaped within
the aria upon which ears had wanton supped
 
For now that hollow wood become an empty thing
and days her strings had sang so lovingly
its heart now dead because of loss of dream
and want of fingers who play now grudgingly
 
Silent now the bow and string so smoothly licked
and caught the graceful tones upon her played
time did take its toll on misery  sipped
where in past her elations joys has stayed
 
Gone now that audience who was his care
buried in the tomb with their mosses deep
the caress of the music they did share
where both now lay in their closets sleep
 
Twas grievous chords that last upon her sing
whose chorus stroked reception to the ground
since that place could not himself to bring
or bless that happy wood her joyful sound
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Free Yourself

i can be violet as I raise my head of knowledge
toward the shrinking sky above, it knows nothing,
and we wait for the sign, we set our watches
and we groove where there is nothing to play, to sing,
to remember before the sunrise.
But sometimes it's better to regret
than hope too late and dream just enough.
I sent you a letter filled with aphids
to chew your mind away.
You won't be thinking the same things soon,
you won't notice that I'm gone,
leaving the maroon ribbons tied to the drawer
that no one has ever opened before.
"Somehow I miss the realizations
but then I find them again," you say
as you leave town on Sunday,
you can't see the sign that I see
and together doesn't make a "we"
But I love the darkness
I love the mystic breeze
turning my face into a soft oval shape
as I turn my eyes toward the trees,
they have always spoken to me.
I'll see you again in a hundred years,
I will fight to dissolve a heart winding
around the bricks of this domain,
we will open packages of dusty books
but never shed any tears
and we won't sing a refrain.


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Charred

As each bitter thought takes wing
another bird forgets to sing
abandoned babe cries out alone
refugees chilled to the bone.

Leaves begin to curl and brown
cold winds whorl through empty towns
ghostly cats creep through the alleys
who will take the deadly tally?

Yard dogs staked and left to starve
scars upon the Earth we've carved
lonely waves still lap the shores
though the seabirds are no more.

Each bitter thought we send aloft
comes back to us at such a cost.

Around the world the death bells toll
the tattoo pounds through dying souls
heaven's gates are locked and sealed
and though we cry, they will not yield.

This blue planet was God's gift
ruined now, we're set adrift
mouths agape in silent screams
we walk the Earth 'til time unseen.

Blackened souls coagulate
clouds of demons, dark with hate
wails and curses fill the void
on our blue planet we destroyed.


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PICTURES

Pictures and smiles a families great descise.
Photographs of a normal family an illusion of what it secretly hides.
The family portrait in the hall is one of our biggest lies.
Our grins leave out what our eyes confides.
That day we were playing in the yard.
He got mad and beat me with a crow bar.
The pictures of my parents in Mexico left her scared.
He bashed her head in to the steering wheel of the car.
The pictures of little Travis playing with his new bike.
He was supposed to be happy but it wasn’t right.
Our dad picked up a PCP pipe for his strike.
When it comes to you father how are you suppose to fight.
It’s amazing what you don’t see in pictures.
It’s amazing how the truth is so easy to ignore.
People can be so blinded by wall fixtures.
It brings new meaning to what pictures are for.
The pictures of our happy family at the beach
Ended when my father was buried 6 feet.
My mother grabbed a knife the only thing in reach.
Now with her in jail my families incomplete.
Pictures hide so many things.
Pain only these pictures bring.


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The Nihilist - One: Black And White

Loss without gain and pain within pain
circle as vultures, alighting
down on the soul like a virus of coal,
cancerous, feral and blighting.

White turns to black then metamorphs back
with a crazy molecular sweeping,
darkness holds sway at the zenith of day,
greyed-out from perpetual weeping.

Where has she gone, what time once upon
keeps her with total restriction,
as white turns to black then metamorphs back
truth becomes fact becomes fiction.

The glass and the bottle consumed at full throttle
leave only the dregs of their being,
though empty they be they exist still for me
for at least they are there for the seeing.

The lips I once kissed I know still exist
yet breathe in a new constellation,
and the fires that burn until her return
feed a black and white life of stagnation.


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Living Without You


A garden, 
blooming 
and sea of 

beauties dancing in the smile of 

morn orb. The 
sexy posture of 
a rose 

stands afore, yet, her glow cannot

outshine 
the diamonds
rolling down 

on my cheeks, nor can solve 

the paradigm
of my day 
obscured— 

by your absence, my love!


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Barren

Darkness steals away the light of day.
The trees stripped of their cover
stand in skeletal remains.
Crisp cold breezes bear the pains
of the dead and weakened souls.


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Flower

the flower blooms 
with innocent hue
waltzes in fantasy

then, a messy rain 
catches a glimpse 
of its softness, ‘til

it blushes away…
and withers alone 
in a pang of guilt


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Beachwalk

Flowers of spring, fields and trees of green
roll like waves at high tide across the pasture
but in time the Moon has turned aside Her face,
and the tide recedes to expose a barren plain.
Now midnight, moonless sky, the roaring of the sea
are my friends on a long and lonely beachwalk
soft sand does sift through my toes, cooling
what fires my heart has kindled in another life
yet one smoldering ember inside still, still refuses to die.
Where is the rain, God, you see the smoke!
Do you know what torture does this evil candle to me,
sheltered from wind by the deadwood of memory!
Oh temporal clouds, you are nothing to the
Immortal sea! Never could you douse a flame that will not yield!
Nay! I shall drown it down within Her, the endless Deep,
though the ship sink with it!


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Floating Axe Head

Into the river
The axe head sank, then surfaced
Floating by a stick.


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Global Warming

When they cry
You let out a lonely sigh
When they sing
You let your ears ring

There tears filled with salt
Are not only your fault
But that of your generation
Who did without hesitation 

When the shores disappear
Beneath the waters a clear
And we're all crowded into one place
Just imagine the look on their face

And when the ice caps melt
Imagine the heat they will have felt
And when the ozone layer finally breaks
We'll be at the highest of stakes

When there is no more room
We will reach our doom
Our final fate
Death does not mistake

You will die at fault
With tears of salt
Because you killed without hesitation
You and your generation


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Mad Monkey

Mad Monkey

The last summer
The last breath of the world
The last leaf
Has fallen
Bud open
Will not return
From the fell
Chain saw

The arms and roots
Branches filigree
Lungs
Breath no more
Of life
Continuous

Mad monkey

Set a fire in your house
Plagiarise the healing mists
As commonplace
Throw your misunderstanding
Into the briar patch
And hang from the bow
The gaunt edifice
Of fraudulent civilizations empire

The last piece of the puzzle
In the jigsaw of denial
Grabs its placatory moment
And sucks through the straw
Its sweet tasting milk shake

Impoverished soil
The last winter
The final gust
Of clean air
Wilted flower
Suffocated

Mad Monkey

Chokes on gratifications
Plethora of extinction
Tosses inconsequential litter
To the ground
Of its own foot prints
Poisoned
By its own greed
For life

The lost summer
The lost breath of the world
The fatal leaf
Is falling
Open bud
Can not return
From the fell
Chain saw

Of time



 






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QUAD

I looked out the window 
the light, streaming down 
amongst the trees 
reflecting on me 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Fresh scent of pine 
mind , at ease 

I heard birds, 
shadows flying from tree to tree 
My hand to touch 
This roughness of bark 
Such thoughts , absurd 

How the deepening light, 
changes the colour of the trees 
I have seen this view 
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times 
Memorised it too 
Always a delight 

The physical bonds that hold me, 
are permanent... 
Ten years ago, 
the broken back, 
shackled me so 

I am amongst the trees 
I never went away 
For ,the mind is always free 
Living another forest day 

I cannot move, 
the way I used to 
The mind is never chained, 
yet in this chair, 
my body remained 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Thoughts to treasure 
One day... 
Please.... 

I feel, 
yet I cannot touch 
the trees 
I feel the wind 
Blowing through 
I wish i could too 

Slow silent tears fall, 
the light streaming down 
amongst the trees 
I never went away... 
I visited you... 
every day... 


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One Leaf

Wind takes the first leaf
from a tree and it lets it fall.
Leaves that lie out on ground
and the tree cares not at all

for the loss of two or three
the branch sounds no alarm
plentiful are the leaves
their loss brings it no harm.

When the winter’s chill is gone
the stems will bud again?
Leafs will grow eternally 
trees never see their end.
  
I have wondered woods of green
through underbrush and leaves
and littered every where it seems
are trunks of old dead trees.


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A Spider

4 me this is a mystery,

Still afraid of spiders I see.

Being stuck, like me in here,

Had no way out – just like I fear.

So in this, we R the same,

Both part of life’s, hard won game.

Until she fell & finally died,

My heart it broke, & I just cried.


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The Pied Pipers Calling

In less than a year,
or seventy hence
I will wander the road which you now take.

Now the path is wild and overgrown---and I cannot pass, but in time, for me, the pied 
piper will be piping,
as for you, he is piping now.

Beckoning with fall colors
and singing of children lost. 


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Why Not Sprinklers

I walked on the damp grass 
         Bare foot. 
The sprinklers shooting 
And giving. 
A sight of running
Through them and Im 
Alive. 
I thought sidened friends and
You. 
For If we ever dipped, 
         we should have dove.
You turned back at the grassy ridge.
Forward came only in dragging. 
But I saw the light reflect rainbows.
I saw it all , u never bothered 
To even peer. I was silly.
I wanted to carry you through sprinklers
And watch rainbows. 
But you ran, 
         on sneakers, 
the other way.


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Swan Song

Swan Song

Stealthy killers have crept
Their secret bullet
Reaching this empty nest
Swans too unaware of attack
Arms aimed riffles

Pleasure hunted
Shock
Smile
Blast
Exhilaration
Death

Only one reflection now
No other dark gaze looks back
No other gliding ripples
All reassurance has gone

The lake of desolation
Coaxed her half hearted rage
Bleeds from a crooked corpse
Pathetic winds stir dead feathers and reeds
To animation
No gentle neck arching
Wings now absent haunt the breeze
She is a pose of fear

The air to void to fly 
No other yellow bill or back glinting eye
None could vie with her chosen
White beauty now unmoving
Scarlet slash wickedly marring
Maiming her heart with sudden isolation

The ballet of the dieing
Cannot see the cruel eyes prying
Exulting in the deed
Do not hear her lament 
Joining in a pact a spur of black
Still mournfully beating

Madness flapping struggled with reflection
To lift his head from under
To breathe till breath would burst her lungs asunder
But lower still he seemed to fall

Days shot sound echoed constantly 
Unmoving nights which found her
Till dawn would bring its shadows
Illusions born by sorrows
Sends haunted dreams
In madness before her

Cast the moon in images of death defied before her

A phantom wrapped in eyes of night
And side by side they glide
Mourning on the silver tide

Three nights and no more can the moon contain
In her heart the spur of black
Lay barren ready for a violent ice caress
For paths to cross just once
She vowed in her willingness
To become in her will an ice sculpture of 
Vengeance

So harboured deep in proud beauty
A malice in hatreds empathy
Prayed for fate and chance to shake hands

And there on the shore
The assassin stands  

Gliding wistfully she
Using all her grace and beauty
To bind her quarry
In her natural mystery
Slipped over the stillness
Approaching with coyness
Mesmerizing light in water gleams
Her fatal white and an arrow beak
Fixed the man by her darkest dreams
Opening wings 
Sheds intent glare beguiling
Her neck an arrow javelin
Unleashed her fury broke true and deadly
With lethal intention

And
For her mate
She launched her self upon him


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Untitled #184 / 3:35 p.m.

3:35 p.m., Thursday afternoon
school’s just let out, and everyone’s joyful for the long weekend.
Here I pause, outside the vocational building at the summit of the hill
where I have been many times before, but never in the past three years.
Giant yellow leviathans still roar by, spewing dust
and carrying cargoes of lost souls, just as they did when I rode one of them to 
school
on my first day of sixth grade. Now I’m a senior in high school, and
soon I will leave all of this behind physically, though spiritually I be gone already
perched high above, I feel as if I have transcended my peers, 
each the consummation of some love long since past, 
who even now laugh, smile, and carry on as they scurry into their cars and drive 
off.
How happy they seem! How full of life! How innocent!
But they are 		so 			far 
						away!
Right now my soul is closer to the blue, blue sky, through which I am soaring, far 
across
the distant hills that roll out to the horizon like an enormous sheet of Astroturf
casing the falling sun, far, far above any mortal strife,
carried on the backs of sunbeams, past where clouds would sit were the day not 
perfect
my face is kissing that enormous yellow ball of love
…no! 						No! 
No! 
No!
		No!
But I have stayed too long!
Ah, my eyes have strayed too far!
Even now they are drawn to that tan pickup truck
belonging to my lost Love!
Even now they are scanning through the ants in the parking lot
to find that pink backpack, that flowery dress!
Even now She is passing through the calamity unscathed,
accompanied by two friends and another man!
Even now they are tossing their bookbags into the back,
piling into the cab, and slipping away!
Oh, the world is so deep and so wide! and amid the heartless rubble
I have already found for myself a flawless Jewel!
but now She is falling away,
out of my heart,
out of my grasp,
out of my sight,
into the arms of the sweet hereafter.


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i saw you

i saw you, god, the
day the earth
dropped. your grip
slipped, & at once all
movement stopped. i 
stood, rivetted,
peering out from the
stomach of the sun-
so many things you 
could've done, & yet
despite the hold you
had, away it flew;  
so far- so sad.


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Gone, But Not Forgotten



Quill flutters 
away 
from a table too old.

The soulful 
chimes 
of passing winds.

The nature bard’s 
wishes 
absorbs by the mystic sea. 


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Untitled #22 / Ah! Love lost!

Ah! Love lost!
Far, far better to have!
And now the sun sinks!
And now the wolf howls!
Demons of my soul, awaken!
How glorious the sunset!
Now witness – misanthropic me!


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Tsunami

You think you’ve got problems
So huge and so great
But then something happens
And you realise its not to late
It puts your problems in perspective
They are minor compared to others
A whole family suddenly wiped out
A sea full of sisters and brothers
The normally serene ocean
The normally peaceful beach
Ferocious sea sucked back in anger
And pounced on those in reach
Throwing its waved high
Hauling its water ahead
A path of mass destruction
A sea of loved ones dead
A woman kneels and weeps
A loved one floating by
The people united in their grief 
A sea of desolation they cry
The ocean is their trade
The ocean was their friend
Their worst enemy it became
With such a tragic end


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Springtime Spell


…And there’s a naked lady
On a rocky shoreline, I see

Her beauty, a pinkish smile
As I, the lover, pass her by

The jolly rhythm of the sea
Has a great resounding plea

The rain will not fall today
Though, the sky’s real gray

Sweet laughter in the wind
Hers touches my worn skin

I plead thee, O careless tare
O let you not disrespect her

For she, truly, reminds me
Of my ever dearest fantasy

Every time her beauty I see
Whilst I drink my morn tea

 


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Fortune Reborn

Twirling dress of moistened pain
Dancing in the eye of stillness
The quiet before the storm
Dizzy, spinning, arousing feeling
Tears rising skyward, spiraling...
into a tunnel where hope treads gently
Emotion, turmoil, sailing driftwood
Shipwrecked abandonment
As faith forces eyes toward the heavens
Blissfully look into the eye of nature
Make its acquaintance for the first time
Feel the calmness of its judgmental stare
Request comfort on her shoulder
Prepare yours for the marathon
of the weeping symphony that is to follow
While searing winds ruffle the feathers
And deafens the plight of sufferers
whose fragile ears can't fathom her power
Listen closely and you’ll clearly
hear the voice of nature saying:
“I’m Sorry... but pretty soon my whisper
shall spur the winds of change
and you’ll soar on the wings of rebirth”


Details | I do not know? | |

Indigenous

If life is indigenous
To only our planet earth
What happens when we kill 
Life as we know it
Will our earth still give birth?

If we crawled out of the primordial ooze
Can it happen again
When we have destroyed all life
With our nuclear plan?

I guess only time will tell
If the unthinkable happens
I hope I'm not around
To witness the ultimate sadness


Details | Lyric | |

A Sunbeam

A warm sunbeam touches my face,
I tilt my head and squint at the sky.
I’d like to spread my arms and embrace 
The passing day which is about to die.

The mellow sunbeam is only mine,
And we belong to one another.
I marvel at the afternoon shine,
But I’ll soon be missing its glamour…

It seems impossible to say goodbye 
To the ray which makes me so joyful.
Only the sunbeam is able to dry
Tears in my eyes. I’m again hopeful.

I can’t stop the dark clouds above
From covering the sun growing weak.
There is no help. Even my love
Is vain though I thought it was unique…


Details | Free verse | |

After the Storm

Clutching his fuzzy bear
He watches silently as I sob
For hidden within the tornado tossed ruins
Lie broken, Our beautiful dreams.


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Bird

Cheerful little bird,
You are so very strange,
To land beside my window,
Upon this lonely day

Funny little bird,
You are so very brave,
To sing your tender treble,
Though sky is cold and grey

Caring little bird,
You are so very kind,
To be my sole companion,
When warmth I cannot find

Silly little bird,
You came so very close,
To craft your grassy hovel,
Then flew across the coast.


Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Heat

T’was on a coolish summer night
Amidst dusk creatures howling
Fullest moon in all its might 
Essence of darkness prowling
Life was going on despite
The smell of death still lurking
Hooting owls returned from flight
Whilst bustling fast foods working

The lushes plains were over flowing
Long summer days, glorious delight
Nature’s feast, full bellies glowing
Bountiful prey, no need to fight
All was too good, balance shifting
The reaper saw this “minor” plight
“The edges need a little trimming”
His words while staring at the site

Ferocious speed, his sickle dangling
Takes to the fields with fury swipes
With each foul swoop, retracting, angling
And strikes a rock, a spark ignites
Catches his robe, him not knowing
The cloak of darkness set alight
Sends wildfires meandering
And creatures paralyzed with fright
 
This fire demon out sprinting
The fastest champion’s muscle drive
Wide-eyed hypnosis, heartbeat racing
Through the terror must survive
Flee from heated clutches chasing
See no moisture in dry eye
Longing for the heat embracing
Fuel unsoothed by wailing cry

Second winds and new beginnings
Tears falling from smokey skies
Transformations so amazing 
Blackened gravesite, torched surprise
Through the charcoal trees still burning
Fevered wings prepare for flying
Hope resembled, familiar yearning 
Phoenix spirit from ashes rising


Details | Free verse | |