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Details | Rhyme | |

On this lovely morning

On this lovely morning

I sit here, this fine morning
And I feel I have to write
Just as the day is dawning
It gives me sweet delight
Black Cockatoos fly overhead
It's a lovely mystic morn
On this wondrous path I tread
A new day it is born.

The sun comes shining high above
The sky is mystic blue
It bathes the flowers with its love
They shine in every hue
As only love can fill my soul
The love for everything
The whole wide world it seems so whole
My heart begins to sing.

As birds they feed upon my lawn
Such pleasure I do feel
The mystery that comes with dawn
So tender and so real
I feel it to my deepest core
It mesmerises me
How I really do adore
Dawns lovely mystery.

15 October 2014


 









Details | Sonnet | |

I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet


I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.


Details | Rhyme | |

As river flows

As River flows.

As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me

The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.

The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.

15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.


Details | ABC | |

Snow White

*SNOW WHITE*

ANOTHER
BURRRR! BLIZZARD
COMING
DECEMBER 
ESKIMO
FREEZING FORECAST
GHOST-GROUNDS'
HEAVY
ICICLES
JITTERS
KIMONO
LOW-HEAT
MAKING-COCA
NAPPING
OASIS
POWDERY
QUILTS
RESTING
SHIVERING
TURNING TO LOVER
UNDER-COVER
VIXEN-HEAT
WINTER-WINDOWS
XOXOXO's
YAWNING
ZZzzzzz!


*COLD AS ICE*

Zambonice-ing  Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!

by;PD 
for: ABC contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

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

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



Details | Free verse | |

Night's sentry

Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you 
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars 
sparkle gloriously 
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.


Details | Rhyme | |

Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flowers of the Curious Mind

Flowers of the Curious Mind



Sent were flowers of the curious mind
 following echoes of Cantu's muse
No curses , words grossly unkind
 insults hidden deeply in clever ruse

Dare not stab sweet music of mortal man
 with deeds sordidly played tho' sweet
Transgress not Nature's surviving plan
 with arrogant contempt born of defeat

Embrace life's melody as a lost friend
 dancing within it's tune so fine
Live, live gloriously until life's end
 drink, drink richly of it's finest wine!

05-24-2014


Details | Rhyme | |

In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Novembersummer

Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky of impossible blue
And I in shirtsleeves a-walking go,
With love and longings my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling and marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from her pocket.

I could believe today
In an America unnamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
And sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
And who will look on her
And let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
And watch the night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
And not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
And stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us and claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin
And I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
And see that great wheel begin its turning,
And stand amazed to be here breathing.

And stand, amazed to be.


Details | Rhyme | |

Here in the garden

Here in the garden

I sit here in my garden
Just watching all the fish
Swimming round, and round, the pond
For what more could I wish?
Than to have a wondrous garden
Filled with trees, and many flowers
There’s naught as sweet as a nice garden
I find there so much power.

I built this garden by myself
Though others helped a bit
Some friends dug me a great fish pond
And I’m so proud of it
As I sit here listening
The fountain sings its song
As I feel god Is here with me
It is here that I belong

Sometimes I worry though, I do
For I am aging fast
And the garden takes much energy
I hope my strength will last
For without my lovely garden
Oh, I would feel so sad
This lovely garden that I have
It makes my heart so glad.

1 October 2014.














Details | Rhyme | |

Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

By the river

Holy Grail

By the river

Have you ever sat, by the riverside?
As it flows so endlessly to the sea
It always makes me feel so deified?
The river is the place I love to be
Have you seen the ducks gently passing by?
As sun shines softly at the break of dawn
Oh its sweet beauty no one can deny
How I love the sweetness of the morn
So much beauty I do see
Oh, how it makes my heart sing
I love the mystery
It does bring
Oh, so free
Lovey birds
Sing for me
Deliciously
I really love the river
Oh lord such joy it does deliver

15 September 2014 @ 0500hrs. 


Holy Grail is a form created by John Henson. 
Syllable count is 10,10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 7, 7, 6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9.
Rhyme is a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, e, f, e, f, g, h, g, h, I, I.


Details | I do not know? | |

Walking through the wetlands

This poem s in a style created by Christina R Jussaume


Walking through the wetlands

I’m walking through the wetland trails
The trees are soaking from the rain
I’m always here I’m back again
I’m walking through the wetland trails
The birds are singing in the trees
As feather leaves dance on the breeze
I feel the rain, I feel the rain.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
A kookaburra laugh’s out loud
The rain it forms a kind of shroud
I’m walking through the wetland trails
Two kangaroos go leaping past
The rain it seems has stopped at last
The bird laughs loud, the bird laughs loud.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel around me chimes of love
Now sun shines softly from above
I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel in nature all around
The breath of God that can be found
In chimes of love, in chimes of love

I feel Gods presence up above.

20 August 2014 0845hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


Details | Free verse | |

SNOW DUST

Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such 
Beauty on
 this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Classicism | |

Karma

Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See,  My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever 
Concorde...


Details | Rhyme | |

Whilst in the valley

Whilst in the valley

Whilst alone down in the valley
I gazed upon a deep blue sky
As my senses, they did rally
The birds above me they did fly
My eyes they filled with gentle tears
That would douse the fiercest fire
I stood there in the morning glory
As river flowed that never tires.

The birds they sang a melody
As morning sun, its rays did gleam
River lapped so peacefully
As I stood there filled with dreams
Dreams of love, and dreams of laughter
Touched my heart and made it sing
Was I in the great hereafter?
Oh such love this morn did bring

The solitude so soft and mellow
It held me in its sweet caress
There I was one happy fellow
All filled with so much tenderness
I stood there in that flowing river
Listening to the chimes of peace
I prayed unto my Lord, the giver
As I felt such sweet release

13 November 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Raise your head

Raise your head

Raise your head up to the sky
And praise the power above
Give her all you have, my friends
For she gives you such love
She gave you all you see before you
She gave you ears to hear
The silence of a brand new morn
The bird song sweet and clear

Raise your head, pray to the power
No bargaining with her
Thank her with sincerity
That she your heart does stir
With all the beauty that you see
All around you on this morn
Thank her for the wonder of
This morning just been born.

Raise you head, and close your eyes
And let her grace come to you
Do this every single day
It’s the best thing you can do
For you have everything you need
To fill your heart with joy
For all the love she gives to you
There’s naught can this destroy.

23 July 2014 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars


10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

She speaks to me

She speaks to me.

She speaks to me
Every moment she is here
Oh, she is always with me
Her voice so very clear
She comes dancing out at me
From the early morning sun
And there she is, to speak again
When the day is almost done.

She speaks to me
As the birds fly high above
She’s there. She’s watching over me
When my heart is filled with love
She whispers to me softly
From the core of every rose
I hear her speak so tenderly
From every flower that grows.

She speaks to me
From the peaceful flowing river
I love it when she speaks to me
She is the blessed giver
The one who gives us all this beauty
She always speaks to me
Her voice, I feel it everywhere
No matter where I be.

24 July @04 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights
padding the path to the woods
Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns
of the way every garden should look
Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars
shooting the breeze in the dark
Waiting for someone to wish and discover
the cobblestone path in their heart
Night time is patient and fragile and ancient
with secrets just bursting to share
Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows
with eyes open wide to the moon
Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars
parading their final hurrah
Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they
follow the trails of the heart
Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye
orange and gold muted voice
Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige
and also to be understood
Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings
soaring above all the lights
Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving
simplicity's gifts of the night...


Details | Ballade | |

Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




Details | Light Poetry | |

BLOOMING






* the watchful eyes of full moon flickers again, * an alchemy of cicada nights humming a mantra like a pastoral symphony -- -as if in a twirl of primal energy --- flock of herons, band of cattle, and grasses invite smokey dusk to recite her fables on morning dew and twilight passages chant after chant * and the trees bloom of a thousand foliage gracing the winds with such opulent swagger, that the living—absent from babbling language — sigh after sigh abandon its own movements to drift on greenery floating on anklet of sky hardly recognized , except for this rare instance: the dignity of darkness, the tiers of fragrance, and caresses of nocturnal beings gathering in warm oneness of silence, reverent as it were, upon • dew soaked in buoyant wonder..* the mind forgets to speak: the branches of a landscape pivot never knowing why in solace, the breath marries light II circle II after II circle. II ^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Creative Layouts Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings 8/11/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

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

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

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Morning bliss

Morning bliss

I walk along this wetland trail
All lined with twisted trees
As they join in nature’s symphony
Dancing upon the breeze
A ring necked Parrot sings his song
Some magpies warble low
As the sun shining from deep blue sky
It makes the morning glow.

The peaceful lake reflects the sun
As Ducks quack lazily
The wattle bird gives grating calls
That echo through the trees
Corella parrots screeching loudly
Do fly above my head
As I walk this bush land trail
With joy within my tread

A Kookaburra laughs out loud
In a haunting kind of way
It seems the whole world is alive
On this sunny winters day
I walk, my camera in my hand
Snapping pictures everywhere
With my feet as light as feathers
My mind with not one care.


Details | Ballade | |

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning
There’s silence all around
Of the noisy din of people
Not a trace it can be found
Just the cars there in the distance
And the early morning song
Are all that’s heard here by this witness
And the peace is loud and strong.

The dog is lying on the ground
Just a chewing on a bone
It's an awesome kind of feeling
As I sit here all alone
And the silence fills my being
As the gas fire heats the air
I am dazzled by the sweetness
Of this feeling soft and rare

The morning sky is turning blue
As the darkness fades away
It seems the world is waking up
All the birds begin to play
As they flit amidst the branches
And the greenness of the trees
That sway so very gently
In the early morning breeze


Details | Cinquain | |

Weeping Willow

                                             
                                              The tall
                                        Weeping willow
                                     Waves majestically
                        Somehow she seems to be haunted
                                             Moaning

                                              Maybe
                           She’s merely airing her branches
                                   In the windy meadow
                                       Being heard by
                                              Spirits


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Fall 2012
This is know as a Mirror Cinquain
5 Lines + 5 Lines
Syllables 1-2  2-4  3-6  4-8  5-2        6-2  7-8  8-6  9-4  10-2


Details | Ballade | |

Half an hour before sunrise

Half an hour before sunrise.

Half an hour before the Sunrise
That’s a time I love the best
The silence is so beautiful
And the morning feels so fresh.
That’s when the birds all start to sing
As they celebrate the day
And tell the world it is that time
The Sun is on its way.

I look out from my window
At the trees across the way
As those birds sing in them joyfully
And greet the new born day.
As the Sun peeps through those two tall trees
It’s such a wondrous sight
As it awakens in my soul 
Such strains of pure delight.

Half an hour before the sunrise
It’s a magic time of day
As all the dust of the day before
It has been swept away.
As those birds they sing so sweetly
I think they’re telling me
Wake up my child, wake up, wake up!! 
And feel life’s mystery.


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Ballade | |

As night creeps in

Night creeps in

How does one put it into words?
This beauty all around
This little camp in Pemberton
Such bliss there, I have found
I stand outside this tiny Chalet
Surrounded by green trees
As I melt into the song of life
And feel sweet mystery

I do not know the names of all
These trees that do surround me
The furthest ones be Karri trees
So vast and tall they be
As the shadows shade them into darkness
And fill them with such power
Then closer be a wattle tree
All filled with yellow flowers.

To see these trees dance on the breeze
Is a pleasure to the eye
As Sheep feed on the lush green grass
The day begins to die
The night time creeps on up to me
And birds sing goodnight songs
As I feel that here in Pemberton
My heart it does belong.


Details | Free verse | |

A Blind Moment Of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…

Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…

The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…


Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

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


Details | Haiku | |

Natural Wonder {Haiku}

multi-colored lights
aurora borealis
spirits in the sky


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

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......>






Details | Rhyme | |

My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


Details | Haiku | |

PRIMATES

PRIMATES(Haiku and Senryu poetry)

Calm is the monkey
Sharing the same genes with man
Nature made it so.


Though beyond knowledge
Man`s intellect is  pronounced
which makes us unique.


Details | Rhyme | |

Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


Details | Free verse | |

41 Thunder Storms

The earth trembles in fear
As the sky goes through yet another rough time
Tears falling from the sky
Falling on me, as I walk into danger
The cool breeze calming my spirit
The whispering wind telling of her (depressing) story

Its beautiful to me
The earth is alive yet again

You have the darkness
Which turns into light

You can't have a rainbow
Without any rain


Details | Ballade | |

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Bewitched on the Sabbath

Here on this Sabbath, I’m bewitched.
Its spring, a precious morning
The Sun shines down so tenderly
As new day is a dawning
And me, I’m standing like a statue
As that feeling’s coming on
And all around this lovely space
The air is filled with bird song

The Sun it be so velvet soft
It caresses my right cheek
And moves on down the side of me
And Lord, it feels so sweet.
As those Magpies warble cheerfully
Their magic woos my soul.
I am a tree, I am a flower
Oh, lord I feel so whole

The Elderberry tree beside me
With it’s a tender leaves of green.
Something about its clustered flowers
It does enhance this scene
I could go on forever
About those pure white flowers.
I guess that Sunday’s loveliness
It has me in its power.

Tecoma flower, flashes orange
In the Sunday morning sunlight
Its tiny leaves, oh how they sparkle
As that Sun shines down so bright.
The drone of motors on the highway
They seem to purr and say
That this Sabbath day in spring
Is such a lovely day.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beneath the Suns glow

Beneath the suns Glow

Oh, how the trees gleam
Beneath the morning sun
White roses seep into my soul
A new day has begun
So many shades of beauty
Are seen in this morning glow
A lovely morning filled with spring
Oh how the love does flow.

Folk speak of love in many ways
But I see it loud and clear
On a morning such as this 
I can feel that God is here
Unbeliever I will never be
For I get up each morn
And love, sweet love is everywhere
As a brand new day is born

The birdsong touches heartstrings
And makes them sing along
With the morning chorus
I sing a lovely song
Cause God is there before me
Disguised as sweet spring morn
On this lovely morning
Such mystery is born.

20 October 2014


Details | Ballade | |

To rise up in the early morn

To rise up in the early morn.
 
Some folk think it’s crazy
To rise in the early morn
And walk beneath the starlit skies
Then welcome in the dawn
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
 And wild birds sing their songs
Oh, when I walk these wetland trails
This world to me belongs.
 
In the early morning hours
I feel such mystery
And as I walk beside the lake
My life feels oh, so free
A terrapin might cross my path
Or a lizard or a snake
Or a frog or two might catch my eye
As they wander from the lake.
 
I would not swap for anything
This life I love to live
I could not lie there in my bed
Life has too much to give
To watch the sun wake up the day
As the lake reflects it all
This be to me a miracle
A thing so beautiful.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hidden Secrets

                   
                   
  Twinkling little
balls of gases in
the sky.
             
Millions upon
millions as I look
up. How in the world
did you get there? 
                   
        Making me
feel as if I am lost
in your world. So 
 dark and majestic
but your little
lights fascinating
me every second when
there is           
                   
           
darkness. 
                   
 Oh wait but there
are these figures
hidden between you.
                   
  Only some certain
eyes can see your
hidden secrets. 
                   
          Stare at
your wonderful
patterns forever. 
                 
Why are you
disappearing when it
begins to lighten? 
                   
   One by one your
beautiful patterns
begin to fade.
                   
                   
          Don't go
now.
                   
   Soon enough light
has fully taken
over.
                   
        Your
patterns are now
gone. 
   As darkness comes
again you soon start
to reveal yourself
one by one again
each and every time
being even more
fascinating.


Details | Haiku | |

Here in the garden

Haiku

Here in the garden

Here in the garden
Wagtail sings his happy song
He is so joyful.

Oh, such loveliness
How the roses smell so sweet
So many colours.

The dog is sleeping
The doves they walk up to him
He don’t seem to care

The Mulberry tree
Dances on the summer breeze
Oh, so gracefully

The Parrots feeding
Pink and grey and beautiful
Noisy birds are they.

I sit drinking tea
As the sun it smiles at all
I just bask in peace

Such a lovely day
I could sit here forever
I am mesmerized.


Details | Free verse | |

I Wonder

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

In Pemberton

In Pemberton

I sit here in the afternoon
{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}
I hear sheep calling far away
Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!
In Pemberton where the grass grows green
And everything seems so serene

Ravens call from a bushy tree
Such a lonely kind of symphony
As sun all dressed in yellow gold
Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold
In Pemberton where the big trees grow
And all of nature seems to glow.

It’s a place all dressed in wondrous hues 
Where giant trees grow straight and true
If I had to choose, I’m telling you
It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.
There is no finer place to go
It’s a place where life just seems to flow

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens
And many others, I watch them
I rise at dawn with day begun
And walk beneath that morning sun
In Pemberton where the air’s so clear
Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.


Details | Ballade | |

The earth is all a glow

The Earth is all a glow

It’s such a perfect day to day
This morning all the sky
Is painted in the darkest grey
As Cockatoos fly by
The rain begins to fall real hard
Making drum beats on my window
As sun does try to show his face
And the earth is all a glow.

And then like magic, clouds disperse
And the morn is soft and still
And all the Earth it is immersed
[Oh, how it makes me thrill]
With the suns sweet lovely tenderness
Oh what a lovely show
I love it when the sun beams down
And the earth is all a glow

Honeyeater sings his song
From a lovely Banksia tree
Some doves here in a little throng
They coo so tenderly
Green parrots perch upon a fence
And give off quite a show
I love it when the sun shines bright
And the earth is all a glow

I’m out here on the porch alone
To watch this lovely show
I sit in silence like a stone
And the earth is all a glow

14 July 2014 @ 1434hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Uplifting morn by the lake

 
Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


For Elly's Sonnet contest.


Details | Epyllion | |

Torturous Twenty Four.

Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering

He will come for her…

Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day

He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love 
Only for the moment before she falls away

Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again

Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering

She will come for him…


Details | Haiku | |

' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

Petal Mettle

I wonder, do daises tell? 
Among us, who hasn't tried 
More than once petals to expel? 

Watch whispers of white-hearted hope 
From within this circled chain; 
Petaled path on which we grope. 

Numbers hold this uncertain 
Mystery until they're plucked 
One by one.  Life is taken 

From each one because of lore,
To assuage the human heart. 
They die to make your love soar!


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring is here

Spring is here

Spring is here at last   
Wonderful   
The winter months they can be very cruel 
I don’t like that at all  
Happy birds they sing their song, they do in wondrous, sweet delight  
We have longer days, and shorter nights  
And in the spring it seems to me that every single thing is wonderful and right	  
The sun shines down as happy birds they build their nests 
The fish swim round our little pond chasing one the other they never take a rest 
Everything it seems is oh, so blessed 
Each day seems warmer than the other as sun comes shining down 
My body turns to brown 
Flowers bloom adorably just for me 
Making life
Smile so cheerfully 

17 September 2014 @ 1512hrs.

*Fives and Threes is a style by Leolark on site. 

Thus 15 lines with syllable counting 5-3-10-6-15-9-20-12-20-9-15-6-10-3-5. The line with 20 syllables depending on your text size may require two lines which is acceptable.
Rhyme and subject optional


this creates the shape of an evergreen tree if done correctly..... good luck....


Details | Etheree | |

I write spiritual



I write Spiritual

I really love to write words spiritual
Of sweet nature, and the song of joy
Lay mystery at reader’s feet
Lots of rhythm I employ
I write of birds, and trees
Always write with ease
And lovely style
To make those
Who read
Smile
Love
And read
My sweet words
About the trees
The sweet mystery
All the lovely flowers
And all the magic power
That always mesmerises me
Makes my mind go to our holy God
Whose sacred path it really must be trod

25 September 2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

God

God.

All that ever is be God
For God contains all things
The moons the stars, the galaxies
The summer, winter, spring
God is the highest mountain
And the oceans deep and vast
He's there in all that lives and dies
He's the first and he's the last.

I can always feel the breath of God
In everything I do
I'm walking God. I'm breathing God
He is me, and he is you
"But who am I? And who are you?"
When I don't know where I'm at
I only know from the core of me
That God is all of that.

I'll end this little poem of mine
And explain this thing to you
Well I'm not trying to say "I know"
Nay this is hardly true
A wise man said a Chinese sage
"He who knows, knows nil"
But I believe in the power of love
And I know I always will.

23 September 2014



Details | Haiku | |

Of a Foggy Morning to Whitehall Ferry Terminal, Manhattan

          Sitting- on the boat,
I am- intrigued by the- fog-
                    which- destroys- the world.


Details | Free verse | |

Stars In A Night Sky

The Goliath reaches deep underground,
grabbing a hand full of coal
Crushing the black rock in his huge maw,
polishing it to gleaming diamonds.
Flinging the treasure into the ebon sky.
So at night we can look heavenward,
and enjoy  a million stars
 in a midnight sky.


Details | Rhyme | |

Clair de Lune

Governess of endless flowing tides
Ancient Orb that mystifies

Dusty ochre, bright hot white
Cycling and glowing with borrowed light
Cratered desolate dusty reflector,
Yet invoking your own haunting specter

Revealing all when heavily laden
Ebony cloaking when waning maiden
Luminous shafts caress and bathe
The supple skin of lover’s raves

Wondrous wishing talisman bold
Wide-eyed children cup and hold
Your gleaming form within outstretched hands
All tiny grains of billowing sand

Haunting compass; true and right
For countless seaman through the night
Ageless past and endless tomorrows
Stalwart celestial illuminations borrowed

Rest well within your firmament high
From darkest sable to lapis lazuli
Grace us again in coming night
With opaque splashes
Of 
Perfect
Moonlight


Details | Rhyme | |

Oggwool Fleece

In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock

Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.

The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.

Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will 
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.

From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide

He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)

He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds

Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece

The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!


Details | Free verse | |

Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day


Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  




Details | Free verse | |

The call of the wild

Tall pines line the misty mountaintops
Crusty ridges surround the hilly wonder 
The sun sets with a spectacular amber dust
Night covers the lonely valley 
With the wild call of loons 
Mystery and life flow here together 
Above the stars whisk through the skies 
With the illusion that they can be touched with a stretch of the arm
The moon sits with its eyes beaming on the land
Its shadow turns the lake into glass
Glowing eyes of the night appear in the brush
The air changes as the night is settled in its deepest hour
Cool breezes brush the tree limbs as they dance 
Hooting of the owls can be heard from a far
Night brings rest to the weary 
A hush falls upon the early morning 
As the sun creeps its way behind the mountain 
The first light of the day has brought warmth to my face
I am in touch with nature



Details | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | Free verse | |

Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting It Out

Desert display
as Saguaro's spiny arms
raise to the darkening blue sky.
Days of heat waves
chase Ocotillo flower buds
drooping slowly in the mauve air
very still ... and then,
with the distant rumble of thunder
and a flash of lightening,
comes a first drop.
Coming fast, the rain begins
a flood within the gulch
and there, from nowhere,
from the nothing dust,
from the ether
reconstituted
as out of a mirage
appears by the side of the road ...
a toad.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Murmurs of a mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks.
Were clams closed mouths keep secrets.

Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh.
A open but closed sea of mysteries. 
The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair,
 as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands,
to sit upon a naked rock..

Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night.

Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan,
against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land.
Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique.
So sour the time of dying hours.

Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters.

Finally escaping  free in mystery

Escaping  free from lemons bitter acid.

Waters once drunken now placid.


Details | ABC | |

REVOLUTION BABY

 REVOLUTION BABY


Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
Newsflash!
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
Damn!
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
Choose one,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!


Details | Terza Rima | |

NIGHT IS NOT LIKE DAY

Night is not like day,
when my body is groggy and I get tired,
but sleep doesn't come suddenly...


Even when the macabre darkness reigns,
I seek the hidden moon among the hickories,
to make me stray from loneliness...


And strolling with the pace of vagabonds,
I get to feel what they feel:  when they are 
ignored or forgotten by others...  


Crickets seem out of tune,
while the watchful owls conjure;
and what attracts me:  is mystery...


The bag-lady sleeps on the same bench,
and her softest pillow is a heap of leaves;
this morning she performed a superb dance...


The bright lam-posts begin to dim, to scare the fire-flies away;
and flickering they announce the new day,
when the strong aroma of the jasmines exhilarates me...


Night is not like day,
when the perfect  peace is really felt inside;  
even my gentle shadow turns into a silver light...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | I do not know? | |

shhh

shhh. I want to hear you.
A noise in the air is true.
Voices I hear in the blue
say shhh. It's Me Sue...

Do I hear you? Is that me
singing through? How?
Many voices inner the side
Many lives onto past rides
Many many gone bye and
by and by I listened...

Passion and compassion,
Care and dare to hear it,
When and where to pair it,
Is a simple question.
I did and dared to ask it.
Pulled apart my life to live it.

shhh. Quiet is the beat
of elegant speak and beauty
yet to be known. The smell
is sweet the colors bright
and a light is always shown.
shhh. It's Me...
and I hear your tOne.

From a well of hertz, a love
is grown.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Moon

   Ah, yes the moon.
The most magical thing in this word.
   It comes out to pull at your soul, your very being.
Seeing it is like seeing your creator.
   It reaches out with its rays of light, pulling you into the night.
The moon, it tugs on your heart, never wanting to be apart.
   It beckons you to look, to indulge yourself in its wonder.
Its hidden history.
   The moon is like a key, a key to open up your soul.
It makes you ponder.....
   It makes you wonder.....
Its magical in ways you can not say.
   The moon, its a guide, to the inside.
The inside of yourself, your very existence.


Details | Monorhyme | |

They Are Legion

In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.

Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.

In Africa their foothold's firm,
so many die from spreading germs,
they love to watch the infants squirm,
their bloated flesh the food for worms.

Their goal is to destroy mankind,
plant seeds of hatred in our minds,
their pact with Satan's sealed and signed,
in blood upon the dotted line.

The rain forest is their target, too,
cage all the creatures in a zoo,
cut down the trees and plant no new,
and watch the greenhouse gasses spew.

Make sure the seas are full of trash,
and oil spills as hulls are gashed,
they want to see our hopes be dashed,
the dice are thrown, the die is cast.

They sit and chew on monkey bones,
and laugh as storms destroy our homes,
in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes,
they breed in secret catacombs.

The darkness glides on silent wings,
and is repelled by just one thing:
the song of prayer our hearts sing,
with love we can defeat this thing.


Details | Free verse | |

Sands of Time.....

A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes
freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath
calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface
momentary is the solitary life facing certain death.....

As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars
sifting sand through my fingers and hands
I ponder those before me who have walked these lands
I wonder if they too sat and contemplated how it began....

But even more striking is a portrait of the past
centered within the framework an unchanging figure
distant only as far as my mind will allow
reassurance..... is the glow of the smile,
the tone of the words even more so....
"be not afraid my son,for you have traveled well,
 even a grain of sand needs a friend and reminder
 you are not the first to sit in this very spot and wonder,
 you surely won't be the last of the lonely....."

Who in the not so distant future will rest his feet
upon this very spot.....or are we all,
just tumbling grains of sand in time......


Details | Haiku | |

Beginnings Without End

Brazen summer leaves
falling on autumnal snow
sliding to winter.

Rising to Spring sun
blooming to ripest glow
looming to amber

Albino wet wind
welcomes crocus in
blazing sun begins.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Secret

There is an enemy, who keeps herself hidden to some.
There is an enemy, who with his mighty lies torments others.
But it is only one enemy.
And this enemy destroys the blood of brotherhood by convincing all that God is 
one.
By convincing all that God is one and that she is many, this enemy convinces all 
that we are outnumbered.
But God was many from the very beginning.
And so we are many, the forces of light.
It is the enemy who is outnumbered.
For we are a kingdom which cannot be divided for we are of the same substance.
For in the beginning was the Word, and the word was the light of humanity.
The Word is the light of humanity.
And the Word is many.
Amen.


Details | Haiku | |

Why Not To Be Alone

          A lonesome squirrel,
Runs through the dark, vacant fields-
                    And when the Hawk comes...


Details | Free verse | |

Mother natures caress

Blue topaz delight constantly in motion
forcing up salty waves of might 
Feel the sand under your feet,
feel it ride back to the sea 
Cool wet ocean aroma 
crashing on the rocks of the border 
Spray forth into the air 
Dried sea squirt upon my face, skin and hair 

Drift wood beaten by the master, 
you lay stretched out with seaweed stuck to your side
dehydrated from the sun, reshaped, unworn, overdone
The sea is unkind to all that enter her blind 
For she has a mind of her own
To many a tale she’s has claimed 
twisted ships, boats and all that were maimed 
Rest quietly now on her sands of splendor 
For when night approaches all must surrender 


Details | Haiku | |

Once Upon a Dark Fog

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


Details | Haiku | |

Full

The Moon lies languid.
Unprovoked by the glitter.
Voluptuous born.


Details | Free verse | |

Tropism , natural event

Fair weather eye's
focused on the eastern horizon
occasional salty sea spray
followed by a chilly breeze .

A voyager , wandering adrift today's beyond
searching for better tomorrows
on life's ocean of emotions rolling wave's

At times , I feel like changing direction's
follow the sun to the west
go in circles to where it never set's

But  then , would I be in a continous day dream
only capable of experiencing a singularity ??

Supposing the setting sun gives hope for another
opportunities abound whatever the weather

Even still , why has everything become so different
refraction apparently affecting others
their mind's " I " incapable of truth
tropism natural for most
eclipsing of the sun becoming an everyday event

What happened to the world I once knew ??


Details | Free verse | |

In her Eyes

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.

Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.

How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.

Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.

She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.

Suddenly her husband came home, 
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.

Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.


Details | Couplet | |

Beautiful Day

Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in its plight
Grips my very haphazard sight
Alas I cry but I look anew
Surrendering to wondrous view

Conjoining eves amid midsummer’s bathed conviviality
Intensely gorgeous plateaus encounter mystical assembly
Magnificent sceneries encompass still untouched milieu
Astonishment weathered by saturating the view
Stilled backdrops sprouting splendour inspired
Awed by intimate fervour the mind remains wired
When days have dawned and dusk has drawn 
Pray hear me do not grow untimely forlorn

For the day may draw to a close but know
Another so splendid will surely grow


Details | Etheree | |

Blooms

Bloom
Push earth
with your green
Reach the sun's youth
with tender, thin limbs
filled with sweet sugar dew
and honey sap for bumbles
which wait in eager buzzing air
like moments to be pollinated
and passed on in nature's conversation.


Details | Ballad | |

A HEARTSTONE MOON

Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 
above 


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was a Day

There was a day
When light was born
When the stars burst into being
Sweet lights that adorn
The heavens above

There was a day
When the first light rays
Spread their wings,
Ready to open the opaque 
Universe,
Before there were other things

Was it heralded by
Angels of another universe?
Did they blow their horns,
And sing creation's first?

And will there be a day,
When it all shall be called to cease?
And all developed souls,
Shall see their last release?

Not for us to know,
Just to wonder about
And when it's time to go,
We'll hear the angels
Bring an end to any doubt


Details | Haiku | |

Land Clouds

Eerie eerie fog
Crept and crept along the ground
Like clouds held at bay


Details | Ballade | |

After the rain

After the rain

Velvet green with mauve and yellow
Touches blue sky overhead
I walk along this wetland trail
With fairy feathers in my tread
Green parrots in their crazy flight
Rise and fall above the trees
Who’s branches dance in splendid rhythm
As they ride upon the breeze

The ground still moist from yesterday
When the rain came falling down
It feels all kind of downy soft
And looks so very damp and brown
As sweet brown doves search for a feed
And a raven high above
Gives out a call of loneliness
In a voice brim filled with love

The lake it glimmers sheeny, shiny
As the sun upon it beams
It sings a song of sanctity
That fills my heart with lovely dreams
And whispers words of mystery
That seep into my peaceful soul
As I walk in morning silence
Letting nature make me whole.


23 Aug 2006





Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #253 / Water, earth, wind

Water! Earth! Wind!


Details | Free verse | |

Once Upon a Forest Walk



The forest is cool, inviting.  I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees.  Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.

Soon, I see a pathway that winds beside a clear stream.  The roots
from the trees reach toward the water etching deep ruts .
Large rocks decorate the edges -mark the curves that beckon
beckon me to follow on.

A large puddle appears, blocking the path. I take off my shoes and paddle through enjoying the squishy mud.

Suddenly, a bear - I STOP, 
watch it foraging for berries.  With caution,
 I back, silently away to let it follow the terrain
 onward to its cave and hibernation.

Something sparkles on the ground - I stoop- pick it up.
 It is a long key with a open circled end. I put it in my pocket
thinking it will make an interesting ornament.

At the end of the path, I find a rustic cottage with
 high garden gates, banks of rhododendrons. 
A secluded hideaway.
There is neatness, order to the whole scene.
 smoke rises from a chimney 
into clouds overhead.

I pull out the key. It sparkles temptingly.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


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 | Ballade | |

Fallen tree

Fallen Tree.

A fallen tree lies on the ground
Its life, long disappeared
It lies there dead and bent and burned
And yet in death it’s weird
The pattern of its silent branches
Have a life all of their own
All grey and gnarled and petrified
As I stand here all alone.

In death there be a certain beauty
One only has to look
The sacred truth be all around
Which can’t be found in books
This great old tree that’s fallen down
It’s considered now diseased
And yet it emphasizes life
Life’s power be increased.

For all the bush looks more alive
Against this fallen tower
In death it seems to magnify
The force of nature’s power
As its branches etched against the sky
They seem to wave and dance
In this spot among the bush land trails
It seems that life’s enhanced




Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

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

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

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

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Sijo | |

Night Sea

On this troubled, moonless night, I stand awestruck before her
For somewhere beneath the foam and froth of nature's mighty daughter;
Somewhere in brooding, forbidden waters lies my destiny...

1/12/2013
Rick's contest


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #246 / Go wild

“Go wild with me”


Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | Clerihew | |

Tiger running free

Tiger running free

Tiger running through the scrub
The sun upon his back
Muscles rippling all aglow
He’s sprinting down the track

All lesser beasts they hide away
What can they do but cower?
They feel it in their frightened souls
This wild cats mighty power.

But striped oppressor doesn’t care
That’s not where he is at
He’s just playing with his cubs
This big, soft, gentle cat.

27 July 2013 @ 1750hrs.




Details | Sonnet | |

Last Wish

Across a flowered field, I gaze.
A daisy weeps through morning haze.
One lone petal departs her side -
a "love-me-not" is softly sighed.

Gazing away from love denied -
one more leaflet from thee is pried.
Another dream towards fate's romance;
a petal plucked lends second chance.

The daisy's hearth has met defeat.
Her children sob beneath her feet.
Deflowered by a lover's act -
one last petal remains in tact.

"Love-me-not or love me so true?"
I leave that answer up to you.


Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

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

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

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

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Unifying Theories of Chemistry

Unifying Theories of Chemistry 

Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses

And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding

So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin

As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions 

While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing

And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth

Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth

This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born

While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty

Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental

Unity
 



 


Details | Ballade | |

Why do I love water

Why do I love water?

Oh, why do I love water?
What is this thing in me?
That always wants to be there
Near Lakes, rivers, and sea
What is this deep, deep longing?
That fills my heart and soul
When I sit beside a river
And it makes me feel so whole.

What is it about the wetlands?
That magnetizes me
I find it so enchanting
To walk between the trees
And hear a million song birds
Or see a tiger snake
Or maybe a small terrapin
A swimming in the lake.

Why is it in the early morn?
As I walk, and moon so yellow
Seems to be sinking in the ocean
It makes feel so mellow
To see the ocean so at peace
On a morning so serene
There’s something about the water
That magnifies each scene?

11 February 2014 @ 1037hrs.





Details | Shape | |

A false Questionku

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



Details | 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 | Haiku | |

Misty shore

A dewy morning
Whispers past the haunting fog
Majestic seacoast


Inspired by Raul Moreno’s “Ghost tides contest”! 


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

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

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

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


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Senryu | |

The Foot

Wow; not a dream dude
nor a mirage flash—but one:/
hairy big foot thing! 




Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Haiku | |

Visitors

Spirits riding time, in swirling clouds, mist and fog, off the bluff they rolled.
Special thanks to James Marshall Goff for taking the time to explain haiku to me in a manner that helped me to appreciate its imagery and rigid format. "Visitors" is a spin-off from another poem "Heritage", which I wrote a few years ago and posted on PS only a few minutes ago. If the imagery and emotions I attempted to evoke fell short of your expectations, read "Heritage" and you'll tell more about what I was attempting to communicate. This is my first attempt at haiku, so do be too mean. ;-) ~<><


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh then soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." 

                                                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest


Details | Ballad | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - THE RUINS OF THE ANCIEN REGIME




Farewell, then, AUKN boss,
The next this year makes three.
By the time they find a substitute,
Slovenes will be at sea.

He tried to cover his behind;
AUKN boss of bosses,
As every week, balances grew bleak:
He weighed merits and losses.

With all this he'd no time to eat,
And round and round he flew.
And now he's split in a hissy-fit;
So helmsman, too-de-loo!

Day after day, day after day,
He drifted on the ocean;
Guano-vernment rained on his ship
Their suggestions for promotion.

Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Corporate boards crosslink;
Cousins, cousins, everywhere,
Let's take you for a drink.

Accountants talking rot: O Christ!
Missions, visions - oh please!
Yea, slimy characters need legs
And slimy policies.

So has he done an hellish thing?
Not hired who? We dunno:
Was it absurd, to have a separate curd
From the whey Slovenia owes?
This wretch won't play, after 60 days;
Pissflaps, he'll have to go!

God help ya, gospod Bencina
From the fiends, that plague us thus! -
It's time to go — shot like cross-bow,
The AUKN boss.

Ah! walk-out day! what evil looks
Had I from Ernst and Young!
Who's at a loss? AUKN's boss
Wouldn't take a bung?

"You'll be" quoth one, "abolished - no
Stigma to double-cross."
He chose to go - why? We don't know:
Harmless AUKN boss.


Re-reading the original gave me a great idea for dinner until I realised all the storks have all flapped off to Africa for the winter. Pity, as I have some ancient marinade from Tuš. Like the subject of the poem, I didn't have the stamina for a Coleridge-length effort.

Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/total-mess-in-state-owned-capital-asset-management

The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world. www.maria.si


Details | Ghazal | |

How to love

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Rabbit and The Shark – A Fear and High Tale

Oh my.
Oh no.
Oh goodness no!
You.
How I dread (and long for) your familiar gaze –
how it haunts me!
I know it as well I know my own tail;
my own nose; my own hole!

You with your sleek, silver skin reflecting
all the sky’s blue off of itself, 
and into my red eyes.
You with your razor-blade teeth –
(how I envy them!)
I loathe them for their whip
like bite.
But most of all
it is your eyes 
that drive me to sweat 
atop my bed of soft leaves
until my white fur is matted 
and smelling 
of the most intimate fear.

The fear of parting lovers.

Those empty black bowls, like pits
into hell!
Two ways to find me 
before I can scream;
two ways to see me 
within midnights dream;
two ways to mark me 
outside of myself –
but O’, 
how I love the high upon waking!

                                               I am alive!
                                               Alive to see another day! 
                                               Alive to praise the great mother once more!
                                               You, old friend, make me live!
                                                        

You’ve been with me 
long before my mother’s taught womb –
you of the ocean, and I
of the land –
a dream, a myth, a certainty
perhaps that we were once
called brothers.
When life on land and ocean 
were not mutually exclusive, and we 
of the same either - or could breath
within either.

You are so much a part of me, that if
I were to leave you buried 
beneath the graveyard mounds of my mind,
I feel I would parish! as surely as if 
you grew limbs and found me, 
as you once did,
on the land of my waking dream.

But now is now, and those days –
like your limbs and my gills,
are long gone.
So for now we shall meet in the dark 
of my dreams;
where ocean and land come together
to dine –
you on my body, and I
on your soul.




*Written for Matt Caliri's Funniest-Hardest Poem Ever Contest. ;)


Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Ballade | |

By the rainbow coloured river

By the rainbow coloured river.

Is there anything more wonderful?
Than these early morning hours
As the morning sun shines down
With all its magic power
To fill the river with its light
And cause it to reflect
A magic world of splendid colour
For my eyes to detect.

Oh, those mighty tingle trees
That grow on the other side
Of this rainbow coloured river
They stand there deified
And make my heart just spill on over
With oh, such tender bliss
On this lovely dawn in Nornalup
I am here, and I am this!

The sun shines down on the velvet lawn
Where me, I quietly stand
Oh, what a splendid colour green
So wonderful, so grand!
A clump of trees up there ahead
They’re alive with the morning sun
Oh what beauty shines on through
As this day has just begun.

30 May 2014 @ 0716hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Everything is beautiful

Everything is beautiful

It seems the whole world sleeps
Whilst I, so all alone
Sit beneath a sheltered roof
So far away from home
By the river, here in Nornalup
As Venus hugs the moon
They shine up there in the mystic sky
And my heart feels so in tune.

Everything is beautiful
In the silence of this morn
In just a couple of hours from now
The day will be reborn
And the sky now filled with sparkling gems
Will become the deepest blue
As the wild birds herald in the dawn
And the sun comes shining through.

The river oh, so gently flows
Just a shadow to my eyes
It goes it’s way in harmony
When the sun it does arise
It will glow once more reflecting all
Those lovely hues of green
That come from giant tingle trees
That enhance this lovely scene.


Details | Ballade | |

Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day


Details | Ballade | |

Letting my eyes look within

Letting my eyes look within

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Sinking into silence

Sinking into the silence

There’s a kind of silence everywhere
As I spend this day alone
In this blessed hospital
This silence, it has grown
A voice, it seems to come through me
It’s not like me, at all
There’s a kind of mystery around
That seems so beautiful.

I sit me, by this window here
And look down at the lake
There’s nothing, seems to matter now
The ego seems quite fake
There’s a kind of mystic, magnitude
I’m feeling as I sit here
As the moments slip away
My life, it seems so clear.

The wife comes in, she’s beautiful
She stays here for a while
We speak about the things at home
And share a good few smiles
And then she’s gone, alone again
I sink into this thing
This mystery that’s all around
My heart begins to sing.

28 March 2014 @ 1100hrs.


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 | Rhyme | |

Brown Dragon

Brown dragon
You boil and twist
As nothing can resist
The thrust of your mist

Leaping teeth of white
Wildly displays
The expanding power of your might
As you enforce your bite

Throbbing shadows of black
Reaching for air
Smothered under your giant back
Yielding to your attack

Gray granite makes up your scales
Sharp as the carpenter’s nails
Appearing to wiggle and flail
Wanting freedom, to no avail

Brown dragon
Retreat to your lair
Receding without a care
While your life water disappears from the air



By: Richard J. Long  
March-2011


Details | Free verse | |

A Mistake of Time and Structure

    A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the formometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the hidrometer
The sun fell out
It was a full end
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped

It was twenty by the timeometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought I had
That evaporated

It was ten by the elderometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to sleep
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of time
And it had passed

It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there

It was zero by the outometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was a poem I wrote
And there it was in the dark


Details | Narrative | |

A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE hubris or BIRD BRAIN

                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
                       

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.




Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

CONFUSED

I am more than a menace to society
There’s a twist in my sobriety
Please help me sculpt my destiny
Help me return to incorruptibility

Why do I believe Google not your holy book?
Why do I trust the teacher not the parent?
Why do I have faith in the label not the quality?
Why do I confide in counselors not my spouse?

Strangers become closer than siblings
Democracy daunts more than dictatorship
Price becomes more important than value
Which God do I praise and worship?

Who is the custodian of my conscience?
Who is the guardian of my scruples?
Who is the protector of my principles?
Who is the curator of my values and visions?

What if all that I know turned out false?
What if we were wrong about everything?
What if we weren’t who we thought we were?
What if infinity and zero were vice versa?


Details | Acrostic | |

FANCY

...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide. 

_____________________________________

30th of April, 2013.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Ballade | |

Green Parrots

Green Parrots.

It started off with one green parrot
Who’d come down for a feed
From the trays I’d started leaving them
All heaped with healthy seed.
The next day there were two of them
And the flock it grew from there
And now, it seems, those lovely birds
They just be everywhere.

Their filled with lovely colours
And there vocals be a treat
Their voices have so many tones
From screech, to song so sweet.
But Lord these guys do fight a bit
And some that come for seed
They often end up fleeing
Before they’ve filled their needs

I try to coax some other breeds
Of birds to add some colour
They can’t get past these twenty Eights
They’ll get chased off for sure
Each time they see some other bird
They’ll kick up quite a scene
And yet these pretty coloured birds
Make my day seem so serene.


Details | Ballade | |

The song of the early morn

The song of the early morn.

The magpies warble tenderly
The doves they softly Coo
A Kookaburra in the trees
He laughs to the sky so blue
The fountains play a serenade
It’s the song of the early morn
Two ravens give out throaty caws
They know, twill soon be dawn.

The jasmine fills the morning air
With its wondrous pungent scent
The darkness it has gone to sleep
This morning it was meant
To mystify the willing soul
And get the heart to sing
A thousand magic shades of light
This morning, it does bring.

Geraniums of many hues
And perfume so, so sweet
They cover everything that grows
They don’t try to compete
[This be a merely human trait
To outshine everyone]
All the flowers want to do
Is strive to reach the sun.

11 November 2013 @ 1454hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Tomato plight 2009

Through my sweat and toil
I plant with hopes of bounty
Defeated by plight 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Feather of You

A feather of a bird,
My feather of you,
Drifting in the air,
Aimless in the sky and a blur,
Not one, but two.
Drifting without a care,
My feather of you in the air!
Lost in the funnel of the wind,
My feather disappears,
Drifting in the air,
Flowing aimlessly again,
Crossing over so near.
A feather of you my only fear!
Found with the resolution I see,
A feather of me,
Falling loosely and free,
Softly to the ground,
With very little sound!
A feather of you and me,
But only one I have found.


Details | Ballade | |

As I walk these silent streets

As I walk these silent streets

This morn is filled with mystery
As I walk the silent streets
Shadows filled with gentleness
They make each step so sweet
Some folk are frightened in the dark
But me, I feel at home
As I walk these trails with feather feet
And in this darkness roam.

The magpies warble tenderly
They seem to get up early
The C moon shrouded by the mist
Is a wondrous site to see
This morning mist I find so sweet
It has a quality
That seems to give a mystic feel
To the very core of me

Oh yes, there’s something about the morn
That thrills me to the core
The silence penetrates my soul
And I am more than sure
That magic folk live in the darkness
Who come from a wondrous place
And hide within these mystic realms
All filled with warmth, and grace.


Details | Lyric | |

As the river flows

As the river flows

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Quatrain | |

DIAMOND NIGHT





Black night  like raven peaks its strides
On ashen wings hung low on breeze,
While moon turns her crepe face and hides
Dragging through seams of vagrant trees.

Just when the thick of fog devours
A hundred moths chain-links the sky;
To pirouette in blazes, shine the hours
Changing eve  with diamond eyes.

Meshed web of stars peeps through frail light
As if to send a dazzling sign,
That glossed winds can unwrap night"s plight
When jeweled bugs and stones align
 


Nature Theme Contest of Kim Morrison
by nette onclaud


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Different

Different.

What be the man who stands alone?
So lonely in the crowd?
What makes one man an alien?
He may be quiet, or loud
But his soul screams "I am, I am"
And he doesn't seem to give a damn
About the way he's supposed to think
And they don't understand.

The crowds come on, our man be gone
To a world that's all his own.
And ever since his first recall
Forever he has known,
About the love in the smallest flower
And in the sweet bird trills
His life taught him the way to be
So he is always real.

He does not see things, how they're seen
By the ordinary man
As he so lost within a sunset
Or a lake so vast and grand.
Does yearn for nothing in this world
He only wants to be.
To know himself and understand
And melt in mystery.

Feb 27 2004.


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The Owl

Deep large eyes staring down
Gracious but ghostly in many ways
Turn it's Head 'What does it see?'
Very careful watching me

Beautiful song that brings fear
For those who love old lady tales
Of what your voice may bring
Sad Omen so very unfound

Like an Arch Angel spreading wings
With such eminence, power and grace
Majestic bird taking it's flight
Into the black dark night

 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


Details | Prose Poetry | |

In The Woods

I set off along the faint trail
it was one I had not noticed before
plunging me deep into unknown territory
stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on

Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches
cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silence
rather a nervous paused silent as if holding it's breath
everything seemed to be waiting for something to happen

Deeper into the woods I went, admiring the new slightly odd 
flora and fauna scattered about, beautiful flowers blooming
mushrooms two feet and more wide with red and yellow spots
sturdy enough to sit on while I took a rest

Slipping into sleep I traveled even deeper
until I came to the heart of these mysterious woods
a shout went up from elves, fairies and pixies
she is here at last, our soon to be crowned new queen

A magical glen with a throne in the middle
red carpet made from red flower petals strewn
jewels most wondrous glinting in the trees
birds so colorful that they dazzle as they fly

Clasping me by the hand the pixies lead to the throne
once I am seated, they serve me with golden nectar
tasty berries and cakes of flowers on leaves for plates
full of such excitement I gaze around the clearing

A place of tranquility and majestical splendor 
little houses in the trees and small fairy lights
standing sentinel was an ancient gnarled Oak
branches waving as it moved towards me

Shaking as it drew closer and stopped before me
an elf handed it a crown that glittered with gems
turning to me it said let the crowning commence
with great ceremony he uttered the words

"Has any here just cause as to why she shouldn't be crowned?"

A deathly silence prevailed not even a murmur
Then turning to me he placed it on my head
all around were now on bended knee, heads bowed
The oak said "Now you are our ordained queen"

As a great cheer went up I startled back awake
the clearing, throne and all the little people vanished
All that was left behind was a feather of wonderful hues
and the crashing of a startled stag fleeing into the trees


written 09/07/2013

contest  In The Woods


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Ballade | |

Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


Details | Ballade | |

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day
Each moment a pleasure indeed
Cause I live on a wonderful planet
Where my life does fill all my needs
There’s the sun that comes up in the morning
The sweet birds that sing in the trees
And those trees as they reach up to heaven
Oh, I love how they dance on the breeze

It seems to me everyone’s moaning
About all the things they don’t like
There’s something so strange about people
A sadness that touches their Psyche
They don’t see the world quite like I do
And they don’t like me smiling at all
And because I’m a happy old fellow
They think I‘m a bloody old fool.

But I wear a smile, cause I’m laughing
At all of the troubles I’ve had
I once was a troubled young fellow
And everything hurt me so bad
But now there’s the sun in the morning
And everything life gives to me
And I am one happy old fellow
As I love everything that I be.

4 July 2013 @ 0455hrs.




Details | Ballade | |

The dawn is coming in

The dawn is coming in

I sit here on this silent morn
The dawn is coming in
The river seems so very still
Before the morning din
The world has not awakened yet
The silence is so grand
It’s such a lovely morning scene
In this wondrous country land.

The sun comes peeping through some clouds
And lights upon the trees
That turn all luscious shades of green
As a gentle summers breeze
Make them dance so gracefully
Such bliss it fills my soul
As river ripples peacefully
And oh, life feels so whole.

A Kayak comes, two men aboard
The silence takes them too
They be part of the morning scene
As that sun comes smiling through
The harmony appeases me
And I’m part of this scene
Sitting watching lazy river
On this morning so serene.

29 April 2014 @ 0510hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Ballade | |

River scene

River scene.

Oh such a lovely river scene
The trees so very green
Reflect themselves upon the river
Oh what a lovely scene
It’s the wondrous morning hours
I sit here on this seat
And watch the beauty of this scene
So wonderful and sweet

The trees above, reflect below
To soothe my aching soul
Though all I have is just this pen
And this it be my role
To paint this theme with words only
But I never get it right
This scene so very wonderful
That’s here before my sight.

Oh how I wish that I could paint
This scene before my eyes
But all I have are words so dull
No picture does arise
Upon this sheet although I try
With all my heart and soul
I have no gift like artists do
	For this be not my role.

27 April 2014 @1150hrs


Details | Ballade | |

As the day wakes up

As the day wakes up

Oh, such a lovely morning
The big moon in the sky
Gives to the morn such mystery
As the night begins to die
Soon the sun will shine on down
To awaken all the day
As me, I sit and write these songs
In my own sweet special way.

It’s good to hug the mornings
As the song birds come to life
Singing in great multitudes
Bout happiness, and strife
Then head off to their daily chores
Until the day is done
To sing again when evening
Does bid goodnight to sun.

Oh, such a joy this morning is
It fills my heart with bliss
Takes me to another world
And I can tell you this
There is no place I’d rather be
Than in these morning scenes.
They bring to me such harmony
And make life so serene.

15 January 2014 @ 1120hrs.

 


Details | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

The rains are here

The rains are here

The rains are here at last
Incredible this feeling
Hearing the rhythm of the rain
The silence comes a stealing
As I feel the crisp, sweet freshness
That be flowing in the air
The whole wide world feels so alive
Without no worry or cares

The parrots come a calling
To have their late days feed
Seed fills the bowl that’s hanging there
To aid their daily needs
Their shrieking cries fill all the air
Neath those dark and sombre clouds
They join in with the rhythmic rain
In a symphony so loud.

It’s a delicious feeling
Just sitting by my window
Seeing rain come pouring down
And feeling that sweet glow
That always comes with natures beauty
And makes my heart feel wild
The mystic seems to beckon me
Awakening the child.


Details | Ballade | |

Flip

Flip.

Once there was a fish named Flip
Who went and took a notion
To ask those other older fish
To tell him 'what’s the ocean?'
He’d read about it in his books
But no matter where he looked
And man he did look endlessly
But could not find the sea.

The other fish just looked at him
And told him all together
Don’t worry about this sort of thing
Just study be more, clever.
Then Flip, he asked an old, old fish
Who smiled and told him gaily
“Oh Flip you’re living in the ocean
It’s with you lad and daily”

But when Flip told the other fish
Just what that wise fish said
They laughed at him derisively 
And said “he’s off his head”
And they all beat that wise fish up
For the nonsense that he talked.
 Then turned and chased young Flip away
For they knew what they’d been taught!!!

24 September 2013 @ 0630hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Little town of Pemberton

Little town of Pemberton.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
You’ve stole my heart away
I wake up clutched within your bosom
And greet each new born day
With heart made bright by what I see
The magnitude of you
The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up
As they ride your skies so blue.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
As the morning sun shines down
I breath into me, soft clean air
And stroll towards your town
As everywhere I look I see
Your special kind of beauty
To sing your praises joyfully
I feel this be my duty.

Pemberton, my heart lights up
As I look into your skies
Through canopies of deepest green
Is it any wonder why
Some folk, they travel untold miles
To catch a glimpse of you
Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton
With the sky a cloudy hue

Oh little town of Pemberton
You live within my soul
Just walking through your wonderland
Has helped to make me whole
Your waterways, and giant forests
And the depth of your blue skies
Will make me love you, Pemberton
Until the day I die.


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Ballade | |

All this beauty

All this beauty

Where came from all this beauty?
Where came from all this art?
Oh what a lovely feeling
That melts into my heart
As I sit here by this river 
And watch the morning sun
It makes such perfect pictures
As the morn has just begun.

I’m surrounded by such beauty
Oh, this river filled with trees
They be merely reflections
Yet what a sight it be
Those trees surround the river
As above and so below
These beautiful reflections
Oh, how this scene does glow.

It’s early in the morning
As the sun awakes the day
I sit here in a hazy dream
In a soft and carefree way
And watch the sun make pictures
On this water that lies still
I love the world of nature
I know I always will.

1 May 2014 @ 0722hrs.


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 | Ballade | |

Birds and morning glory

Birds and Morning Glory

The skies they be electric blue
On a morning pure and bright
I stand there in my lovely garden
And I feel such sweet delight
As I look up in the Banksia tree
And shrouded there in mystery
Five Pink Galahs against the sky
They come into my gazing eyes.

So Rosy pink these parrots be
These wondrous cockatoos
And God, they look so wonderful
Against the sky so blue
As the morning Glory climbs the tree
All wild and loose and fancy free
And seek s to reach the blessed sky
Such beauty there, oh my, oh my.

The morning flows into my being
Intoxicating me
Those birds, those trees, that Morning glory
Fill me with ecstasy
Oh so much potent energy
And so much lovely mystery
I see within this morning scene
At one with life, and so serene.


Details | Ballade | |

The power of life

The power of life

It’s so refreshing, sitting here
On the banks of Margaret river
Such a wondrous kind of feeling
My life, it does deliver
As I sit here on this patio
Letting world just seep on in
The sound of birds the breeze a singing
Oh my, what a lovely din.

So many birds here in this land
So many different songs
I sit here in this morning light
And I know that I belong
To all this wondrous stuff around me
I am it, and it is me
I know it when I hear that breeze
It’s a song of mystery.

Oh, what joy to be alive
On this lovely summer morn
Oh how wonderful to see
This new day being born
Oh, what joy to listen to
This bird song symphony
Oh what power there is in life
What power there is in me.

31 January 2014 @ 0552hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

SPRINGTIME SHOWERS



misty rainfall brushes her skirt tipsy,
waking evening through silver hues
as quenched tresses drip of moonlight
gale… and so, after the slide
of downpour twirling a fluid rush,
she graces moon’s face
into gloss of springtime passion and calm…
my thrill races on moist grasses,
as springtime drizzle kisses my cheeks tastier
than cherry wine of this season
and in gradual hush,
she disappears like a chaste virgin.


( not submitted)


Details | Ballad | |

Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs


Details | Ballade | |

The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

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

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

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

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Universal Question (for ^Rick Parise's 'The Universe' contest)

The Universal Question
(9.7.10) 

What is all of this?
When did this happen?
How did I get here?
Where did I come from?
Who am I asking?

What should I do?
When will I know?
How can I tell?
Where do I go?

Who am I?
What are you?
When are we?

Above
all else,

Why?


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


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Mourning Over The Locust Plaque

Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our 
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over 
The locust plaque.....



BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).   


Details | Lyric | |

Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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I have it all

I have it all

What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.

No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.

Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.


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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


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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


Details | Ballade | |

Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery

Sweet mystery, such mystery
As I look to the other shore
The the river flows so peacefully
And it thrills me to the core
To see those trees in vibrant green
As they dance in the morning breeze
I cannot help but love this life
It gives to me such ease.

Oh it is such a wondrous power
That resides within the heart
Of nature, pure and simple nature
It helps me with my art
Of writing words of beauty
To please the mystic soul
I sit here watching nature
And feel it make me whole.

These lovely birds of wonder
They give me such a thrill
I love those graceful Pelicans
And I know I always will
As gracefully they ride the skies
And fly amidst the trees
As do I write these words on down
That some ones soul might please.

9 February 2014 @ 1543hrs


Details | ABC | |

Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.



For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest


Details | Ballade | |

Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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Little dove

Little Dove

Little dove upon the tree
As the day be at its end
How you look so lonely there
Like you have not a friend
You look at all that lovely seed
As day be passing by
It’s a cinch that you’ll be in that bowl
Before this day shall die.

Little dove among that seed
Head bobbing up and down
I see you as you eat your fill
What joy it seems, you’ve found
 It’s certain that you love this life
Though you wander all alone
It seems to me that seed you eat
Be the best thing you have known.

Little dove, the time is near
When you must go to bed
To harbor there in some safe tree
And rest your sleepy head
I hope this feed you have on me
Will make you brave and strong
So then tomorrow with the dawn
You can sing your morning song.


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Fall

No mind to wait
From the pained  sparrow star
Down's moon
For the last siren among the clouds.

I got that feeling
Everywhere I go she will 
Be watching me from above.


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Beautiful life

Beautiful Life.

Sometimes my life’s so beautiful
My heart begins to weep
When life just seeps on into me
So very, very deep
The power sends out a message
With the sound of the falling rain
There’s nothing now that matters
The mystic’s back again.

I feel just like a squirrel
On a sunny morn in spring
I don’t know why it happens
But it’s like a kind of dream.
As the rain goes clitter, clatter
Like it beats an old tin can
The sky be like a curtain
As the rain comes falling down.

I’m having them more often
These kind of mystic days
And today the rain is falling
And it kind of feels okay.
Yes I’m caught within the mystic
As the rain plays loud and true
All logic gone to roaming
And that’s a good thing too.


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That time of silence

That time of silence

It’s coming soon, that time of silence
When the birds pay their last call
They come to feed here from the seed trays
It’s a time so beautiful.
Cause all those sounds both loud and soft
Diminish into naught.
And cause such depth to touch my heart

To cut down all the thought.
There’s something about the dusk’s silence
That mesmerizes me
The mystery and the stillness
How wonderful it be
When the sky is blotched with clouds
Then the dusk is so unreal
Red to orange, fade to darkness
So sweet it makes me feel.

So just for now I’ll sit and wait
And watch the parrots eat
It’s not too long now till it’s here
This evening show so sweet
When once again the sun will sink
Into the mystic night
To let love touch my heart again
And give me sweet delight.



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It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.


Details | Senryu | |

Starry Night

Heaven's ancient light
sent billions of years ago
sparkles in your eyes

***Light travels at the speed of 186,000 miles per second
When you look at the stars, you are seeing light sent many eons ago


Details | Free verse | |

Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 
Reeellaaaxxx! 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the lake

Walking by the lake

The sun is shining tenderly
The sky is deepest blue
Green leaves dance upon the breeze
As birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace be all around
As all along this dusty trail
 Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
Young ferns they look so green and soft
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
That I have grown to love
As parrots screech in blissful joy
In those trees so high above.

The lake, it glimmers neath the sun
As ducks give out soft quacks
My footsteps grate on sand and gravel
As I stroll along the track
Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy
Form a tunnel there for me
As I walk beside lake Joondalup
And the dawn caresses me.


Details | Tanka | |

Indisposed

-Folly in Grin-

Sleeping troubadour
Ask his ink why he slumber
Or his papyrus
Words they themselves would forget
Since their lord is indisposed


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010





Details | Limerick | |

Cosmology vs Cosmetology

Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette


Details | Rhyme | |

7th Sense

I could see auras
Blotched on the walls before me
Around human heads

I could see colors
Floating around head gaily 
Like precious halos

I could smell - 1st sense
I could taste - 2nd sense
I could see - 3rd sense 
I could feel - 4th sense
I could touch - 5th sense
I could sense (intuition) - 6th sense 
Guess my seventh sense?

If you don't, that proves that your dense! 

Get the hint?
If you do, here's a cookie!
You get it? 
If you don't, shame on you...
Shame to you, 
dude or lady! 
Really now? Really? 

I could sense
When someone is ill...
Or when someone is sad...
When things go wrong...be still !
I could sense that you're mad...

I'm seventh sense
Can you guess my 7th sense?
*hint* hint* Read the first 6 lines! 
It's not that complicated! 


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Emerald green parrot

Emerald green Parrot

There’s a long tailed ring neck Parrot
We call him the Twenty eight
He comes in my back garden
With his sweet voice he creates
A lovely echo whistle
That almost sounds like bells
He comes to feed from my feed trays
Oh, how I love him well

The male bird has a bright red cere
And blue tips on his tail
He’s a lovely kind of emerald green
And never does he fail
To fill my heart with so much joy
Each day he comes to see me
To sing to me in joyful voice
His lovely melody

How can I not love nature?
When we get such lovely birds
How could I not but sit and watch
And let my heart be stirred
As I watch him fly on down
With sunshine on his sheen
I love to see him each new morn
All dressed in shining green.

21 May 2014 @ 1154hrs.


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Fuzzy tree

Fuzzy Tree

The tree looks warm and fuzzy
“Grevilia I believe
It seems she’s reaching out to heaven
With her narrow pointed leaves.
She seems to say “The Spring is coming”
With a kind of energy
That comes within a haze of mystery.

The sky, so blue {the canvass there}
Pristine and cool and calm
She draws the lush green Mulberry
As it waves it’s thick green arms
To the technicolour Parrots there
Who be a smile indeed, from God
As the fountain sings a song of brotherhood.

And yet that little fuzzy tree
A Grevilia I believe
She pulls my gaze right back to her
And that’s a mystery
For yesterday she was there too
That tree, that one, the same
But the way she looks has somehow seemed to change.


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

quiz clue no. 4

think hawking


Details | Free verse | |

flaming autumn

I hear the crackling beat of 
Castanets and fast strumming guitars 
As autumns blustery storm lifts 
Fallen red, yellow and orange leaves
Twisting and twirling them like a Gypsy girl’s skirt  
As she dances around campfire flames.


Autumn Splendor -contest by- Russell Sivey

© Brenda V Northeast – a rewrite  30/08/2012  - (first written 26/05/08)


Details | Sonnet | |

Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
 
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
 
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007


Details | Verse | |

A pattern of wisdom,

A person is a child,
If he behaves as a child,
A person is mature,
If he behaves as a wild.

A person is kind,
When his heart is mild,
A person is selfish,
When only benefits he compiled.

A person is honest,
His treatment is fair,
He respects others,
And he believes to care.

A person is rude,
When he is dishonest,
He exploits others,
When he takes rest.

A person is loyal,
When his need is a matter,
A person is critic,
When he can serve better.


Details | Ballade | |

The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.


Details | Haiku | |

Eye Of The Tiger

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




Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11

Season Chosen Monsoon

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


Details | Ballad | |

Starlit night

Starlit Night.

Way up there in the great North West
In a place called Exmouth town
I’m lying on a sandy beach
With sea so vast and grand,
And I’m waiting for the turtles
To beach and lay their eggs,
As the evening’s soft and balmy
And the sand’s a snug warm bed.

No turtles came ashore that night,
Cause folk were everywhere.
With too much foolish people noise,
Oh, so much din was there.
No turtle would be that insane,
It was like a circus show.
So me well I just settled down,
And went me with the flow.

I lay there looking at the skies,
And as the day went dim,
I saw the stars a gleam like jewels,
As me, I dived within.
And Venus glowing like a lamp
Reflected from the ocean.
Aphrodite did shine through her,
I could feel me loves devotion.

And Orion was above my head,
Three stars there in a row.
And above them was that greyish haze,
It was like a milky glow.
And that milky- way poured into me,
As I felt such mystery.
And in that mystic space so vast
I glimpsed me ecstasy.

Two hours passed, my mind was stoned ,
By the beauty of the night.
As the star of love shone so intense,
With no moon there in sight,
And I thanked the all so tenderly,
For the bliss I gained within.
I never saw no turtles there,
But I cleansed my mind of din.

2003


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

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

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

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

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Rain

You restore, you reinvigorate,

Unstinting; give life.


You destroy, you refrain,

Stubborn; take life. 


Rain O rain,

Thy blessing, thy sting…


-Titus Loh-

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Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

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

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

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

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | 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 | Ballade | |

Melody and rain

Melody and rain

It’s morning time
And oh, what joy it is
The magpies sing a lullaby
And fill me full of bliss
Black cockatoos fly over head
And with their weeeing cries
They join in with the melody
As the morning passes by.

The sky is filled with dark grey clouds
The rain is coming soon
The morn is filled with so much drama
As I listen to the tune
Of wagtails who have joined the song
This morn is filled with joy
This happiness within my heart
There’s naught could it destroy.

And now the rain comes falling down
It’s rhythm giving me
A sense of something beautiful
 Brim filled with mystery
It’s beautiful, it’s wonderful
This wondrous morning scene
It makes my heart so feather light
So peaceful, so serene. 

22 May 2014 @ 0702hrs.


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


Details | Ballade | |

By the river, midst the trees

By the river, midst the trees

I sit here making movie shows
Of a gap between two trees
As the sun fills them with painted glow
To give them mystery
Sparkling like a million stars
The river flows so peaceful
And trees be painted every shade
As they grow so very tall.

Soft music, in the background, plays
Relaxed it be my fashion
As I watch trees give off a show
To stir my heart with passion
The sparkling river gives my eyes
A show to end all shows
Reflecting all the suns bright rays
To make my being glow.

Such harmony, and peace abounds
In this haven on the shores
Of the coloured Frankland river
That place that I adore
All who come to visit, here
Will take home memories
Of the beauty here in Nornalup
By the river, midst the trees


Details | Rhyme | |

Princess Fairy Tinsel

Princess Tinsel.

It was a day in springtime in the valley
All the Elves and fairies gathered round
Today it was the coronation morning
Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned.

As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops
They warbled out a happy sounding song
The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus
You could tell that there was something going on.

Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely
And on this very day she would be queen
And all the woodland people were ecstatic
For such a caring princess she had been.

So then the valley's filled with happy laughter
As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere
For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler
And oh, that lady was so very fair.

And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel
Has married her the prince who now be king
And peace and happiness does rule the valley
Which now they call "the land of everything".

21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.


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 | Rhyme | |

My Kingdom

My Kingdom

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

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

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

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

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

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Limerick | |

AN INDIAN MAN

An Indian man was laughed at
for his long beard and big hat,
but much truth came out
of his wise mouth:
the next day the river dried at sunset!


Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Parting Impressions


 
Parting Impressions Baed on My Photo Poem which can be seen on my Twitter URL https://twitter.com/kapoor_/status/246124905899364352/photo/1 And on World Art foundation by copying and pasting following URL http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/golden-rays-of-sun?context=user Parting Impressions O, Golden rays of returning Sun You are leaving your parting impressions On these lovely yellow and dark brown clouds While softly touching their lips By the aroma of your enchanting lights And saying to them a lasting Good bye. Ravindra Kanpur India 14092012


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

This night fate had been decided in the moonlight
As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call-
The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post.
This sure-bet would never miss the net.


Ere his 'lift-off', our old man had whispered
Love words, and sang spiritual songs to our souls.
Not knowing that this full moonlight night trace will gulp his gullet
And he will never babel any more on this land he keep.

Home couldn't do anything but to wonder about
And soak the floor with our tears.

What an unbelievable seizure of the soul!
Do this means our man had parted this world
And we would see him no more until the final world?

This moon mustn't go in
Before his body 's laid (down)to rest
As his faith demanded.

Should this be a bright moonlight night to spare?

Note;
***sure-bet, compulsory striker- death
***home- family
***our man, old man- Elder


Details | Choka | |

Wonder and Despair

Wonder and Despair,
Twin brothers born of our need to know;
These the tainted fruits
These the light and dark
Born of laboring knowledge.
Learning's vanities
Illuminate its limits.
The hard currency
Of humility, 
The price of Nature's secrets.

So we find ourselves
Hung amid infinities...
Below, Forever.
Above, Forever.
Grains on a beach, we between.
We explain the world
And it defines us, laughing:
Creatures of a day,
Playing at Godhood
See our insignificance.

Less than angelic,
More than beastial, we strive,
Sailing on our thoughts
To the antipodes
Of Being, on the ship named
Novum Organon,
Sails full of a wind of words
Towards those pillars
At the narrow strait
Of wisdom: Wonder, Despair.


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

torture

torture is love at first sight
fighting with feeling you cannot fight
loving a thing because of sight
yet not a word because of fright
torture is seeing a ring on a finger
yet inside feelings still linger
and the art of Gods hand 
takes control and demands 
that your eye's your ear's
your hopes and fears 
focus on that apparation
cupids arrow has landed deep
so deep inside that i could weep
and yet in my heart i know
that this is where sins begin
and devils they strike again and again
so why try win where i would also lose
fight this feeling i cannot use
and keep my feeling to myself
write them here tell no one else
place those troubles on a shelf
let them belong to someone else


Details | Quatern | |

A Script To Read Again

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


Details | Ballade | |

Learn from nature

Learn from nature

If you want to know the answers
Look at nature, not at books
Words can never tell it truly
Turn around and take a look 
Nature always goes in circles
Watch the moon, and stars at night
Watch the coming of the seasons
Watch the sun that shines so bright.

I say, your life is just a story
Do not let it make you terse
As your mind goes to that moment
When your shell enters that hearse
Know you well that it’s not over
Soon another story comes
Live, and love, and dance forever
Do not sit around so glum

Get to know what lies around you
See the seasons come and go
Nature gives you all the answers
It’s written there for all to know
Watch those circles, all those circles
Know without the books you read
That it all goes on forever
Awareness, this be all you need.

20 February 1014 @ 1354hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Walking in the bush lands

Walking In the bush lands.

I’m walking in the bush lands
At the back of where I live
I’ve got my old dog by my side
These walks, such joy they give.
I was going to walk down to the lake
That’s about an hour away
But then I saw the sky was cloudy
And looking very grey.

So I says to my dog Sherry
“Old pal, we’re turning back”
So we turned our backs and walked back home
Through that sandy old bush track.
It was then I heard the bushes move
And I saw two Kangaroos
They looked at me, and my dog sherry
 And they seemed quite confused.

They crashed into the bush lands
But their curiosity
It made them stop just down the track
And stare at the dog, and me.
Old Sherry went to chase them off
But I told her sternly “No”
And so the roos they turned about
And off the pair did go

But Lord it gave me heaps of joy
To know that these grand beasts
Are still around the place I live
For a little while at least
But soon lord progress will catch up
And all these beasts will die
This is what we humans do
It makes me want to cry


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

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

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

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Quatrain | |

Illusive Stripes

Wafting on winds many miles from home.
Hovering together splashes of black and white.
A Zebra Longwing colony home from the day’s roam,
Oh, how happy I was to see that old familiar sight.

Monarchs and Viceroys dash back and forth.
But Zebra Longwings roost after each days dance.
How did they get here so far north?
Eggs or chrysalises traveled by hurricane, perchance.

The pungent scent of lantana, there nourishment lies.
A delicious yellow and orange feast; oh sight.
The sweet nectar would fill the visiting butterflies.
Thickets and trees were explored, too, with delight. 

Gathering at night, hovering, unlike other types.
That nostalgic moment felt so good inside.
Remembering long ago chasing illusive stripes.
Years had passed but butterfly kisses still abide.

© April 11, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses 	
Sponsored by: Gail Doyle


Details | Light Poetry | |

NIMBUS SPRAWLS



of late, the speed of amiable clouds lull then swallow that which bears the rustle of weeds on late night's walk among quartets of crooning songbirds... here i lie motionless like the tint of a wayfarer's breath.. above me, a carouse lof whistling stars flicker in season’s dewdrop of life, and i inhale the incredibly hypnotic call of migrant breeze that swings upon ribs of leaves where tenderness gushes with tenderness... how unstoppable are the fingers of nimbus spilling a basin of lotus and minted potpourri into my territory, requesting the jezebel in my body for a sway of wanton pleasure... and i stray among petals meshed with anklets of grass; exploring how i can taste more of this sprawling splendor so pagan and pure that a muted gasp can wipe the emptiness of any human moment. i feel the immaculate smoke above me enter my sacral vein… as i welcome the fire, together with ice. ---------- Above The Clouds Contest of Drake Ezses


Details | Ballad | |

Her special place

Dedicated to my cousin Susan who suffers from Parkinson's disease. yet handles it so bravely.

Her special place

Deep in the heart of England
There is a little pond
And near that pond there is a seat
With a view of the beyond
Between two trees amidst the grass
That grows so lush and green
And on that seat, a lady’s sits
All looking so serene.

She’s in love with all of nature
And loves to sit outside
It’s where she goes into her soul
Where all is deified
She looks into her essence there
As she asks so peacefully
‘what does it feel like to be me’?
Then sees what she can see.

She’s sat here now for six long months
It makes her feel serene
Just to think about that place
Where everything looks green
She visits there just once a day
To close her soft sad eyes
And look at who she really is
Which keeps the lady wise.

4 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

The symphony of dawn

The symphony of dawn

Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.

Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.

Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.

16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.

 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Couplet | |

NATURE'S GRAND STAGE

Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life
Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife

Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy
Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree

Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind
The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend

Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high
Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky

Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive
Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive

A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground
Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found

Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour
Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more!

*A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon


For Linda's "Nature" Contest 
Date: 5:21-14


Details | Free verse | |

Evolution's triggered DNA strands......

Music of the spheres,
spin their composite songs
frequencies which ring as crystals,
when the vine of  life triggers forward....

Maybe,there is more to the story in Roslyn chapel,
the vine of life from the green man,and
the music boxes in the ceiling.....


Details | Prose Poetry | |

dusky skies blend the colors

 
Dusk by the curving river caught		   
me unguarded only this once:		   
		   
Wrapped around my core and spiraled		   
Upwards as I glimpsed the entwined		   
webbed crosses sifting sinking sun		   
like twinkling dewy light breathing		   
		   
an evening song.		   
		   
And as coffee colored canoes passed, I thought		   
of a parade I watched when a child,		   
		   
contrasted only by the drummers’ beat.		   
		   
Streams of colors		   
blended with the descending dark,		   
		   
and the vision on the river lingered.		 


Details | Free verse | |

NEWBORN SEEDS


to orbit in a merry-go-round of plants, herbal and wanton wild on a tumbling hillside, dews of mint freckle palms of curled leaves— stem for stem-- translating the language of time, of how grasses relish myrrh's fragrance as wet hands paddle my dusky eyes through mid-evening’s breath . a threadbare field awaits its bridal veils where my feet wander along an orchard like a holy pilgrimage: foliage drifts without blame or sense of pity, till new sprouts linger on trunks yellowed by the kiss of glossy clay, as skin is to being in a maddened desire to wake, wake a morning flowing with midnight birds. and dying unto the selves, how flaming in amber these old leaves breathe of last and bury themselves into malleable streaks of lightened mud, part ground, part wind… dusk sings the break of newborn morn in a funeral and wedding borne from such autumnal tenderness, that being in this ethereal space rouses both pleasure and patience within my bones… while the world bears more seeds. To Be Contest of Debbie Guzzi by nette onclaud


Details | Ballade | |

Magic of the wetlands

Sorry, I put this one on my wife's page by mistake.

Magic of the wetlands

Three magpies etched against the sky
Give out their warbling cries
As little clouds all soft and fluffy
Do float upon the sky
A tall tree filled with bright green Parrots
Does dance upon the breeze
As the lake so peaceful by my side
Reflects those dark green trees.

A little frog crosses my path
He's startled by me, there
As wetland trees, all gnarled and bent
Make tunnels everywhere
They line the trail, where lupins grow
And young ferns soft and green
Help to give out morning magic
All peaceful and serene.

I see the seasons come and go
Each day I walk this trail
The lake fills up, and then runs dry
As nature tells its tale 
That's the beauty of lake Joondalup
How it fills my heart with bliss
Each day I walk these wetland trails
I gain such joy from this.

8 November 2013 1935hrs.






Details | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


Details | ABC | |

Rock of Ages

Allah, Brahma, Christ, Dionysus, Each Favorite God Has Inspirational Jazz Keeps Love Manageable.  Nature Offers Presence Quite Remarkably Solid Teaching Undeniable Virtue Waxing X-ray's Yonder Zygotes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Rose

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

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


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

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


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

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

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

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

You'll see...

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



Details | Free verse | |

Drawing From The Deep Well

Drawing water from deep well
Clear _cool refreshing water
Drop bucket _watch fall
That windless works
That is if you do
Turn _turn the rope
Each turn gets much harder
A lot like life, friend



1.  Drawing (1)     10.  Watch(1)     19.  Turn(3)      27.Like(1)
2.  Water(2)         11.  Fall(1)         20.   The(1)      28.Life(1)
3.  From(1)          12.  That(2)        21.   Rope(1)    29.Friend(1)
4.  Deep(1)          13.  Windless(1) 22.    Each(1)
5.  Well(1)           14.  Works(1)     23.    Gets(1
                                                                                            
6.  Clear(1)         15.   Is(1)          24.    Harder(1)  
7.  Cool(1)          16.   If(1)           25.   A(1)
8.  Refreshing(1)  17.  You(1)        26.    Lot(1)
9.  Drop(1)          18.  Do(1)


Details | Ballade | |

I love it all

I love it all

I love this sense of mystery
That’s everywhere around
I love the sweetness, and the joy
That ever can be found
In this world of nature
As the birds, they sing their songs
It’s in this world of mystery
That I really do belong.

I love to watch those dancing trees
As they’re captured by the breeze
I love to walk on green, green grass
My life has so much ease
When I dance with nature
And let it take my hand
I love the wonder of each day
It feels so very grand.

I love it when the morn is born
And the sky is filled with light
I love to watch that sun come up
It’s such a wondrous sight
And every time the day does end
That silence in the air!!!
I love it all, oh, yes I do
Such joy is everywhere.

21 March 2014 @ 0630hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh these early morning hours

Inspired by a comment I just read from Monterey


Oh, these early morning hours

In these early morning hours
I feel just like a king
There is something magical
About every single thing
I feel so totally alive
I’m filled with mystery
In these early morning hours
I feel so very free.

When I take my big dog out
To walk the silent streets
And the moon is big and bright
Oh my, it feels so sweet
I am the world, the world is me
In these early morning hours
I am filled with ecstasy
As I feel this heady power.

When those birds begin to sing
Because they know it’s dawn
And the sun, it peeps on down
To herald in the morn
Oh, what a sense of total wonder
Takes over all of me
In these early morning hours
That’s when I’m really me.

11 May 2014 @ O525hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day!
It’s twenty four degrees
I sit here in the garden
Just watching happy trees
Dancing softly on the breeze
To woo my hungry eyes
And oh, if you could see them
Fluffy clouds that ride the Skies


Four fountains play a love song
A blessed symphony
While lovely red canary
Pays homage to the trees
With a soft, sweet,  honey warble
 Which blends into the song
And everything is simple
There’s naught that can be wrong.


The essence, seeps on, into  me
Soft music flows on out
And plays with so much mystery
As silence all about
Comes out to meet this orchestra
And I sink so deep within
As the dusk submerges day
And the evening does begin.




Details | Lyric | |

Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.


Details | Ballade | |

As beautiful as this

As beautiful as this.

What could there be
As beautiful as this?
What could there be could give to me
This heart brim filled with bliss?
It didn’t come from beauty
It is beauty, itself
What could there be
That could give me so much wealth.

I’m sitting here
I’ve got nowhere to go
Got all I’ve ever wanted
I’ve found that inner glow
You tell me you’ve got riches
Foolish look upon your face
But have you got the wisdom?
Have you got the grace?

What could there be
Could erase such loveliness
What is there in this big wide world?
I really must confess
That all this bliss within my being
There’s naught worth more than this
I have everything I want
That’s just the way it is.

29 January 2014 @ 1925hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Stone In The Cold - 5 Runner Up

The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking,
breath now visible, I quicken my pace,
dusk has fallen, nature is now talking,
autumn's chill causes my heart to race.

My eyes scan dense forest from left to right,
I stop, gain my footing in the thicket,
only branch and crimson leaves in my sight,
owls call out, and prey upon the cricket.

Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook,
cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days,
eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look,
something is near, I cannot get away.

Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready,
my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady.





This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets"

(This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)



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 | Ballade | |

Esmeralda

Esmeralda and the fairies

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

The Untouched

They say no man had been on her lands, Yet there she lies, Lonely And Untouched. Her emerald dress glittered against the sunlight. Wafting with every passing breeze, Revealing her dark, creamy skin. Tempting me with what laid underneath. She sings with every passing breeze. Her enchanting voice humming to the tune of the forest. She was beautiful and enchanting. Yet there she lies, Lonely And Untouched. The smell of soil and dew hung onto her. Perfuming her body. And she heaved with every passing breeze. Her body was positioned for discovery. And she was filled with endless of mysteries. Untouched. Yet she did not resist my body. She took me in, Mesmerizing me with her every move. Capturing me with every passing breeze. And there I lay, Brushed against her soft, virgin skin. Feeling lucky, To be where no man has been.


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

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


Details | Kimo | |

IN TIGHT POSE





while harsh fingers of rain stencil the dusk oak leaves chill in tight pose yearning to climb heaven . ………. … written for ^ Rick Parise One Tree Standing Contest


Details | Lyric | |

The crystal lake

The crystal lake

The crystal lake, so soft, serene and still
Enhanced our love, so tender it did feel
As we sat and watched the world go by
And all it seemed was part of you and I.

My heartstrings sang, as the sun worshipped your hair
As your essence glowed, so pristine and so rare
Your soft, sweet beauty, it lulled my head like wine
As your lovely eyes like naked stars did shine.

As the Lord looked down, and cast her light on you
And with this light came love so pure and true
Our lonely days were over, we’d found joy
In a love so strong that nothing could destroy.

And time stood still and all that is was one
We shared each other with the rising sun
Then we laughed, and sang, and laughed and cried
We’d found that space where only love can hide.

1996


Details | Free verse | |

Hurricane 5

          Hurricane 5

One flower almost gray but visibly not
Brushed by a breeze along the corner
Open to suggestions
In concrete wetness 
More than several shapes take hold
Spin in 
In Place
And at turns to be made left or right of reason
As gray turns to black
Pressure rises
Barometers break
They can’t seize the moment alone
Palm trees hang like suspended paragraphs
On news wires leaning
Hurricane 5 uproots them all in time
As lines dangle in pain
Without a moment’s notice
Roads clear
No traffic… No trees… No people…
All moved off in an instant 
With the mystery of the storm 

                                                 5/24/14 contest- Gone With The Wind    


Details | Free verse | |

October Midnight Sky

I stare in wonder, unable to turn my eyes from the October midnight sky
The heavy darkness presses down on me taking the breath from within
The stars pierce my soul like a thousand tiny needles

Never have I felt so small
Never have I felt such awe
There are countless mysteries calling
 waiting to be discovered
So many that should be known
So many that never will
October midnight sky 
Your silence is my call


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

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


Details | Free verse | |

Lunania

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


Details | Ballade | |

On the beauty of the river

On the beauty of the river

Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views

No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.

As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry

26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs


This poem is for the Beauty contest.


Details | Ballade | |

As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
I sit and watch the day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburra’s crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the song of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.




Details | Sapphic stanza | |

DARKNESS BRINGS ON A STUPENDOUS NIGHT

Fear arises when shadows invade the tall elms,
warblers went to rest...my robin refuses to sing; 
stillness's a wish for dreamers living out
a stupendous night!


Beauty's seen in the distant stars that flicker,
and astonished, I am overwhelmed with joy;
lovers seek silence when darkness brings  on
a stupendous night!   



Written by Andrew Crisci
for Craig Cornish's contest,
" Sapphic Stanza "


Details | Haiku | |

Awaiting Dawn (written for Raul's contest)

Mother Nature sleeps
Waiting for the sun to rise
A new day begins.


Details | Ballade | |

Storms

Storms

When that rain comes pouring down
And the sky lights up like fire
With jagged forks of vivid lightning
It be my one desire
To join in with its energy
Become a part of this
As the great god Thor he rants and roars
My heart is filled with bliss

I sit here out side on the porch
 And joy, it fills my heart
As god who rules the everything
She thrills me with her art
She paints the sky with vividness
Then the thunder roars so loud
And the rain hides all as it pours down
Makes everything a shroud.

 I just sit in fascination
At the wonder of this scene
There’s something about these mighty storms
That makes me feel serene
For God she hides amongst it all
And I can feel her there
Oh, how I love the mystery
That permeates the rain filled air.

@8 June 2014 @ 0940hrs

Written for Shadows contest 'Storms'






Details | Rhyme | |

First Love

In the instant of a second, I just always knew.
A flickering flame I caught in the eye of you.
 
A feather in the wind and on my last breath,
A deeper breeze of Sunsets at night’s death,
 
A Star beams on the Moon and lights up the sky.
I am in a wonderland amazed at just how high.
 
Lo and behold, it comes to me at the end.
My first love left me His message to send.
 
Look up and you shall see me at night,
Look down and I am out truly of sight.
 
Hold on to the very end for I am near,
It’s my voice in your heart you’ll hear.
 
Take one breath or even two,
I am the one always with you!
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Free verse | |

STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














Details | Rhyme | |

On that dark alley

On that dark alley, the wind whispered Listen, it said, I am the bringer of news Goosebumps on my arms, I stood and heard This creepy voice and looked for signs of cues None came except this cold voice, so angered! That dark night, I shook with fright Yet obedient, I gave the wind my audience I am sick, it said, sick of this birthright You humans, have taken to abhorrence Look at the plight of this providence! Pollution, everywhere and anywhere Nowhere, can I flow as free as air Nor can I breathe purity Nor can I sense chastity What has happened to humanity? As the wind lamented, my fright disappeared It shook and pity overwhelmed my heart But the wind talked once more, as I feared I shall bring forth destruction and down shall be those smart Those who think the world is made up of their sole part! Be prepared, it continued, be prepared for the havoc The world should be cleaned in each block I shall do so via a shock The time shall come with the clock Be prepared for the rejuvenation! On that dark alley, my blood turned cold And my heart for my likes become hard Even if with love and care it is mould I pray for the coming of the Bard The one to cure the world of this negativity!
Placed 3rd in the contest.... :)


Details | Senryu | |

Arizona Calling

Arizona Calling
Coyotes roaming;
Ululating at the moon,
Lonesome desert call.


Details | Lyric | |

It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

To stand among the trees

To stand among the trees

Today, I stand among the trees
That grow here all around
And hear the mystic symphony
As the breeze in whispered sound
Rustles leaves so tenderly
On a silent sun filled morn
I melt within its mystery
As another day is born.

There’s something about a tree filled space
That calls on out to me
In each tree, and every shrub
There’s so much energy
From every shade of velvet green
There comes such wondrous power 
That teaches me to still my mind
And helps my soul to flower.

Sun shines down from a clear blue sky
But it don’t shine on me
For I am shaded from its glare
Neath a pomegranate tree
I don’t know really what it is
That gives me so much power
As I stand amidst a clump of trees
And nature helps me flower.

26 November 2013 @ 1220hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Ballad | |

Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




Details | Imagism | |

THE MAGICAL FOREST

                              Aromatic smokes, abounds the whole land
                               Somewhere, nightingale began it's sound

                        The little girl feast on the beauty before her eyes...

                           A labyrinth of forest trees inviting for a tryst
                          So inquisitive, she went ahead couldn't resist..
                            Each edge of the mysterious green maze
                         She discovered lovely sights leaving her amaze!

                             Sparkling crystal clear waters of a brook..
                              Beckons her feet to dip and take a look 
                                Down are rainbow colored creatures
                                  Kissing and tickling her little toes

                          Magnificent clusters of magnolias and orchids
                            Scattered and tangling intricately on trees
                           Bees drinking nectar's from blossom buds
                              Butterflies caressing each pretty bulbs

                          Deer, squirrels, rabbits and playful monkeys
                     Following biting her skirt, on fine line during the trip
                          Merrily, she starts to recite an upbeat song
                             Swaying freely her arms with the song

                         Then, oh! oh! in instant all around sang along!

                      The rabbits and squirrels joyfully hops and jumps
                        Flying birds producing spiral drumbeat thumps
                         Leaves and branches of trees clap and swing
                           Each one seems jubilant to dance and sing

                                    T--------H--------E--------N....
                                               

         "Riiiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!", Says her alarm clock....


(c) Olive Eloisa
4:54 pm 
03/27/2014
CONTEST: THE MAGICAL FOREST
SPONSOR: ROGER HORSCH
------------------------------
5th place.... to GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY.. :D


Details | Ghazal | |

Let Get Lost


For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,

For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,

For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,

For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,

For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,

For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,

For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,

For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,

And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry


Details | Rhyme | |

This beautiful life


This beautiful life

Life is beautiful
So wonderful indeed
I guess I have it all
I have everything I need
To make each moment sparkle
I need nothing more
Oh, it’s remarkable
It thrills me to the core

I wake up each day
It’s then I meditate
This always be my way
How it makes me feel so great
Then I walk the silent streets
Bear dog by my side
Life feels so very sweet
Each moment deified.

Then there comes the dawn
The birds they sound so sweet
As sun wakes up the morn
I have feathers in my feet
As I gaze at orangs skies
I feel joy within
The Kookaburra cries
The day, it does begin.

20 September 2014 @ 0745hrs




Pedro’s Octave 48

Style created by Peter Duggan on date. 15 September 2014.


Details | Acrostic | |

Leaves A Handiwork

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

For Carol Brown's contest "Leaves"


Details | Free verse | |

The moon rose

They say that I’m a myth, a creature set on vengeance, and my battle cries are carried by the wolves… 
I am none of these. I am the blade that scrapes away the scorch of day.

My hair, black as night, its length every inch the strength that ravishes my tall body and thick as fear. 
My skin, white from the blood of the moon that consecrated me to destiny and carrying aspiration’s gems.
My eyes, ocean’s azure from the depths of pain that nature has wrought and bore, and clear as truth.
My armor, charred charcoal by the flames of the sun to purify a silver heart and impenetrable as diamond.

Given a bow and arrow and a path to follow, I set out at dark, covering the earth, 
protecting the innocent, preserving morality in human hearts, opposing injustice.

Those who refuse to yield their power over the weak shall know fear and trembling, their world shall be tormented by storms. 
Those who gaze into my eyes, dream of glory, yet it will elude them, as will contentment. 
Those who curse my cause shall live in illusion, never discerning reality from visions.
Those who listen to this siren of dusk, shall be mesmerized… hypnotized by it.

The moon chooses whom to save, and my touch heals them. 
Everywhere I go, I set not my feet on concrete, but on deserts, valleys and oceans.
Nature follows in my every step, rises at my command, defends my hindsight and covers my slumbering.

I am Aygül, daughter of night, mother of thunder, enchantress of hearts, empress of justice and rose of the moon.


Details | Ballade | |

Black Cockatoos, and rain

Black Cockatoos, and rain.

It’s a dance,  a wondrous dance
A story of delight
A show of so much magnitude
As the sun is shining bright
The trees be dancing on the wind
As big black birds fly high
And screech unto the power of God
As the morning passes by.

These cockatoos they fly on over
Such drama in their flight
This multitude of screaming birds
They give me such delight
They land upon the Banksia trees
And start their flurried feed
Tearing branches as they go
They’re a destructive breed

As the, morning dance goes on
I’m filled with mystery
In this world where I live in
It’s such a joy to me
As crazy birds make such a din
And the rains they come again
This be the early morning song
These black birds, and the rain.

16 May 2014 @ 1012hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

What Did You See

In shortness of breath 
he heaves thundering hooves
over gravel road and through thorny brush
In terrors madness he dashed
as elves lie in still and
fae giggled from imaginary hideouts
down into the meadow he dashed,
the gripping thud of hooves 
followed with the crackling of branches
when he stopped:
a quickened still -
    A pricked ear
    the sound of deep breath in scent
        a hesitation
A crack! echoed across the plain
and nestled into trees as foul to wing
did look to see,
a Faun lie bleeding, 
as the demons surrounded him in glorious jubilation
at a prize buck, an ordinary deer to them -
For their eyes couldn't see what was really there -
the elves sang out in lamentations,
while birds did shriek the songs of fae,
    ~ in a land not far away.


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Early May Morning, Daily 27

26.
The low level haze
Carries the smell of smoke superbly.
The morning cooled daze
Leaves no room for joking.
Silence flies a dove.

The May early Sunday
Marries the peace of two lovingly.
No serendipitous replays
Sighs for attention provoking
Reverence stays above.

The grayness of this sky
Expires the normal jests remarkably
The quiet does not lie
Takes no verse evoking
Guidance He is love.


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Might these be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Angel Of Stone

~~



I wandered on through gated stone through lavish beauty where wild flowers roam A place of rest where beauty cries and angelic hymns flutter pastel skies Along the path of purest rose where sunbeams dance and poetic thoughts roam I rest for a mere moment to marvel at grace in a place of angelic flight where eternity lay.....


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Termite country

Termite Country

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

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

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

2003


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Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


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Caterpillar's Gait

Caterpillar's gait
So unsteady and unsure
Much like my MS.


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Much more you be

Inspired by Susan Delaney's latest Poem 'Every beautiful thing'

Much more you be.

Why aren’t you smiling?
Why aren’t you dancing with delight?
Just take a look around you
See the flowers, with colors bright
The birds, the beasts, the heavens
Oh, open up your eyes!!
Let each day be so wonderful
As you watch the dawn arise

You search for reason
You live for your beliefs
Yet life is not about this
It has smiles, and it has grief
Yet all of this you be
Every tiny bit is you
Cause you, my friends be life itself
Take a look, you’ll know it’s true.

You seek life everlasting
And yet right now this be
Just look within, you’ll see all this
Seek out your mystery
You think you, be this story
You’re name and your ideals
Yet you be life, yes life itself
The only thing that’s real.

27 December 2013 @ 1030hrs.








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Silver hue

I've tried the moon titled in air 
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster 
As you might try a jewel in your hair 
She sat quietly deaf to the river
Shadows line along the old rocking chair
Rippling chords and running deep 
Hidden in the darkness and shiver 
Fiddling crickets with a thunderous clatter 
I push forward these bones of stone 
Amongst a small opening and unfold toward home  
*****
I've tried the moon titled in air 
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster 
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
(Robert Frost)

For the Homage contest 


 


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I'll keep dancing forever

I’ll keep dancing forever

In this wonderful world that I’m in
Everything is a beautiful dance
I don’t know what’s coming before me
It’s a sweet game of wonderful chance
So many get caught in the fear game
As each day does crush them some more
But I’m on a wonderful journey
Though I know me not what’s in store

The end I can see in the future
But what is the future I ask
The past it has gone like the dust in the wind
So, can in the future, one bask??
So I say ‘who cares’ it’s all nothing
Just an old boat afloat on the sea 
As it waits to be broke by the ocean
And join in with eternity.

So it’s all a dance, to my thinking
The good parts, the bad parts as well
And me I don’t know where I’m going
Don’t believe in no Heaven, nor hell
One dances, no thought for the ending
And so it’s the same with my life
I’m going to get into the dancing
Through all of my love, joy and strife.

7 July 2013 @ 0712hrs


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My Super Sonnet

April 28, 2010

My Super Sonnet

Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?

I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!



® Registered: Ann Rich 2010


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Mystic Marmalade

Mystic marmalade

On a holiday in Denmark
In west Australia
I’m sitting by the river
And how my heart does stir
As it rises from the water
And heads toward the sun
The mist in the early morning
As the dawn has just begun.

The river looks so peaceful
With Its blanket made of mist
There’s beauty in this magic
That I cannot resist
The sky is mystic marmalade 
As the sun it shows its face
A pelican comes floating past
All filled with wondrous grace.

The seagulls squabble on the land
It’s what they always do
As the sun it climbs much higher
On his morning so brand new
This mystic morning magic
Brings much healing to my soul
As this morn with all its splendor
Makes me feel so very whole.



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The Wisdom of Angels

Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God’s creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you’ll soon see, God’s message unfolding for what you’re to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They’re constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you’re feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God’s beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we’ll come to the place where we’ll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It’s a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011


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We Visitors

Dogs bark
as we are strangers on this block
the night
is not used to intruders like us
the crickets
don't even trust our footsteps

just past eleven
and the windows have eyes
curious
of our unfamiliar presence

and I can't hardly blame them

we don't spell trouble
but the cicadas 
and their fellow creature's trust
has worn thin

a dark cat 
(I'm betting is black)
is tiptoeing this way
he's been sent to take a closer look
the watchman of their darkness
whose intentions are
that we might possibly see him
and feel the need to go away

but the night is a puppy
and we're not going anywhere
it will take a much bigger spook
than a (black?) feline
to scare us away

we've got tiger's blood
and the dogs
cats 
crickets
cicadas 
creatures
and neighbors
all know it
we called their bluff

and it's getting late 
for them
but its damn early 
for us

grab me something cold to drink
it's going to be a long night alright!



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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


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The Icy Cascade

Smooth and quite tranquil
Cascading over the rocks
Ice crystals glisten


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Deceitful Beauty



To you, my breathtaking mountain
I taste the mystery you portray 
with one foot placed on your jagged edge 
I begin this trechory 

Shadowed with insecurity 
your tyrannical attributes profound
if only to gain momentum 
to slow a heart that pounds  

In Autumn's sweet demise
where your beauty shrouds your rage
one step to grasp the summit 
a careless slip...my life you take...

To you, my breathtaking mountain 
I rest without a trace....

___________________________________

,,b/b>


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Gems

The sun gleamed high above,
Reflecting the water, on the dove,
And as it shined like 'gold' so bright,
On The dove with feathers white,
Glittering in the water, majestic and true,
Like 'diamond' in the 'sapphire' water blue,

The sun directed onto the tree,
With leaves unfolding together so free,
A dew drop that moistened on it,
With captivating beauty like 'apatite'. 
As the leaves absorbed the ray, 
Flourishing on it and on its way,
The rustling sound which it made,
Shone amazing just like 'jade'. 

The flowers also loved the light,
And grew much stronger in delight,
To strive and review all its beauty,
Shimmering and glimmering like a 'ruby'. 

Up the sky smiled apart,
Consuming the rays of its part,
Supplementing the beauty and its mass,
Among the clouds like 'topaz'. 

Suddenly i felt a striking thing,
All i could see was 'gems' in bling,
With my onyx like eyes in a fix,
Staring at the adorable nature's picks,
And soon i realized it was all the same,
Gems or nature-only a different name!


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Breaking Dawn


Of
Divine 
Glory
Pure and Holy
Born 
From above
Child 
Of God
Born 
Of a virgin
Born 
As man
You 
Alone
Bore 
All sorrow
Wiped away
All 
Sin stain
Then gave us –
Your 
Holy Name
The 
SON
Has
 RISEN
And 
Sheds 
His light 
For 
All 
To see
The 
Breaking Dawn


© Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012


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silent night

silent night,
   bat fleeting,
       and gloom.


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Have you felt the glory

Have you felt the glory?

Have you felt the glory?
Of being here, just being
Have you ever felt the wonder?
Of everything you’re seeing
The beauty of a rose flower
Or a lake filled with reflections
Or a singing bird perched in a tree
Have you looked at life’s perfection?

Have you felt the sweetness?
Of being, who you are
No matter what they say you be
You really are the star
Of this wondrous world you live in
There’s only one of you
You be unique, a ‘one only’
No matter what you do.

Have you felt the magic?
That brings such happiness
When you’ve searched so deep within
Got lost in the caress
Of all the beauty that you be
Have you felt the sensation?
Of living each and every day
Without no consternation.

10 March 2014 @ 1030hrs.


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Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


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In this world so perfectly

In this world so perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers touch the sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
Cause he knows that dawn’s begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

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

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

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

12 March 2014 @ 1513hrs.


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To Wither and Die Not

Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after
will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!


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Love, Unknown Odyssey

Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite

Options are of dull few words 
For who can will or wield such power that no being can comprehend

This deed is foreign to our analogy and inconspicuous to the logical
Defying even the strongest will of man such as that of survival

What is this that consumes me, 
Infuses in me the traits of a stranger
Who is this stranger deep within my members


How does one rid this atomical abomination to my design
If words fail me and logic desists within me how can i mold this clay into a pot

The days are still, peace is wraught
Certainty has becomne an illusion of permanance, a dimension not found but seen

These days to try and live wreaks hardship at the gate
Will i rid myself this burden, even in death?
Can this load be no more?


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IN FRONT OF THE CHURCH GATE

I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
          BLACK , white	
          Black , WHITE
          Wh…

Time danced on the cross roads
  with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
  found the sun shining
  illuminating everything
  except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
  ate up its hands
  and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.

Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
Yet,
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
Perhaps,
    WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.

Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill 
  and fell from the precipice
  and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.

I kept stringing up my instrument
  as I had only songs to offer
  that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.

The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
  -filling the air with its uncommon pitch
  and my songs kept straying in the corner
  looking for fortification.

I dreamt then-
     trees stretching themselves upright
     trying to peep into heaven:
     Deep fragrance of incences rising
     where I stood
     draped in WHITE
     praying with vague distrust.
  ……..
        ‘AMEN’
                ……..

I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
  and at the breakfast table
  I sat dismayed 
  as I remembered all.


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Sol

As sun peeks from scattering clouds,
nature follows suit as all gets bright.
And with plants reaching up to golden halos,
animals appear and bask in its silky delight.
Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day,
refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.


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Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




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Such a peace filled morning

Such a peace filled morning

It’s such a peace filled morning
In these very early hours
I’m sitting by the river
And the river has the power
To take me into silence
That’s the only space to be
I’m sitting gazing lazily
And this morning pleases me.

The river is so calm and still
On this very early morn
The world is kind of soothing
Cause it be the birth of dawn
Some lazy ducks they float past me
As they blend in with the river
I feel such beauty in this scene
That nature does deliver.

A flock of seagulls fill the lawn
They make no noise at all
Their pure white feathers touched by sun
They look so beautiful
The sleepy trees on the other shore
Are waiting for the sun
To shine upon their feather leaves
On this morn that’s just begun.


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My Neighbor's Tree

In the yard across the way there stands a young delightful maple tree. 
Oh in the hot summer......when the hot breeze blows, I watch it as it sway it's green whipfull 
leaves, blowing with the breeze to an ultimate degree.  
If the spring winds are harsh then it bends it's limbs limberly over toward the ground. 
When the winds are mild it just waves it's branches to me cheerfully. 
As if it's waving to say. "The weather is fair today."  
The ground around it, uprooted, uneaven and even rather bumpy and clumpy. 
The condeming of the burnt house that near it once stood, as it left its broad scars upon the 
scortched land. 
It now leans a bit away from where the house once stood, as it seemed to cry when that 
house burt that day some years ago, but it lingers growing still strong and tall today.  
It has not yet lost it's leaves, even with the strongest evil breeze this year.
It still grasps it's leaves tight to it's branches
For it is now February and still holds its many crisp brown leaves.  
Why have they not fallen off, as all the other trees?  
It is much stronger and laughs at the winter saying." You are not harsh enough for me."  
The snow rests on its branches today as the cold winds blow. It seems so odd to see a tree 
with leaves covered in snow.
But the white blanket of snow rests snuggly upon the leaves, as it does to its strong 
branches.  

This tree, it is my nearby friend when I am alone,  as I gaze over the lawn at it from my 
window.  
Yes, it even in the strongest cold breeze, sometimes waves at me..... but still now nare a 
leaf has fallen to the ground from its many limbs.   
It seems to me so strange and odd the leaves have not yet fallen.  
Even in that, as a close friend would, gives me challenge to wander,  why?


Linda Terrell
February 15, 2010

This is a fiction story but  I do have this unusual tree in my neighbors yard.  
It holds tightly to it's own dry brown crisp leaves still in the dead of winter.


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All and One

On a perfectly proportioned majestic throne 
resides the one who knows
of time and space, of love and fear - building blocks from which we grow

From ancient starlit forests through to daily sunny norms
the power arrives in textured waves
to charge our dust filled forms

And inside the ash burnt crystals, of a timeless, white charcoal sun
dark energy weaves between the light
- the elements of all, and one

And as we search for a shard of truth in an ocean, big as a planet
how come we always look outward from 
our triangle of living granite

This pyramid shape is vastly more, important than previously thought
its pinnacle contains a watching eye
in all directions, free or bought

And its gravity, the pull of which, keeps us firmly grounded
if it didn’t exist, then a different life 
is certain to be founded

It lives atop a majestic throne, but cannot be seen by the many
who search with unconditioned eyes
that think that they are ready

But who are we, to think we are, less important than we know
it won’t be long, until such truths
are uncovered as we grow

So maybe one day, we can become, even more than what we think
until that time arrives, we’ll still search 
for a non-existent missing link

All and one


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The long ago scent.

Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds.
Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds?
They tease us as they make there way,
frosted windy dark and grey.
This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day.

My feet are bare, they sense the mirth,
it belongs to them, this enchanting earth.
I dare not tread too deep or tear,
for it might break this spell I fear.

Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame,
it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame.
The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss,
the moist embrace of drops are bliss.

I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song,
hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong !
Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man,
so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can.
So quick so fast your soul will know, 
jump the shrub and enjoy the show.

There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock,
they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock.
Forget it not for this is true,
this home's alive for me and you.


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Dead Winter

The cabin sits against the forest wall
hidden from human site, it stands alone
isolated
in the dead of winter, the cold has a jagged edge
things crunch
twigs snap, upon a sparrow's landing
the freezing wind brushes painfully across the cabin
like an artist, whose hands are brittle with decay
forcing the branches to scrape along the upstairs window
like fingers trying to get inside.
the cabin creeks, showing its age
as it settlets in, for a long winter
outside, the wind continues to show its fury
as the cabin's walls whistle eerily, to see whose listening
the clock chimes downstairs

For now....
we are not concerned about the footprints, leading to the back door
they are of no consequence at the moment
but in a few minutes, maybe less
they will be.
the cabin stands alone
hidden, isolated
in the dead of winter
no one can hear you scream
the deadbolt turns....



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It was just that kind of day

It Was Just That Kind Of Day.

It was just that kind of day
With the Sun so soft and warm
As a certain kind of energy
Did move within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt Ma natures pull
Those river trails, oh Lord so beautiful

I passed a group of Kangaroos
Who were grazing by the river
As Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra called
Those river trails, are kind of wonderful

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked forever there
Along that river trail
Just feeling good and living here and now.


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Gypsy - Pisces

I circle and scan the green seas with eagle eyes
I dive at the speed of sound and spear my prey
I swim the shallows, exploring glittering, coral gardens
I nibble mindlessly at an angry, frightened octopus...

I am Pisces
I am the fish
I have returned
I am home...

Beware the Pisces
Fear the Pisces
Pisces is dangerous,
never resting
never stoping
until he knows why...

(Like a sea gypsy, I restlessly wander the shore
searching for something I cannot name
something lost that I will never find
something buried deep beneath cold, dark waters)



Details | Free verse | |

The Source of Being


I was thinking of the soul
 that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place where
 in the mossy ground of a sacred forest
a portal existed 
below the quadrivail of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by a many ages-
the pericopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of a most unbelievable blue .

Precious, orange zircons formed the floor…ligures for holy men’s robes
 a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
 an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
 knowable, only by divine revelations.

And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a  truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.


For Shadow’s Word Challenge


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree
Singing your song just for me
Oh how wonderful you be
Filling me with mystery                                                                                                                                                            

You have no worries, have no care
Though danger it lies everywhere
A hawk flies over, off you flee
But soon you’re back here in this tree.

The human race could learn from you
Cause worry, worry’s, all they do
About the past, tomorrow too
They get themselves in such a stew.

Sweet little bird, I love your song
It’s in your world I do belong
With no tomorrows, just today
I always like to live this way.

15 February 2014 @ 1340hrs.









Details | Verse | |

GOETHE'S PATH: FOREST A CHORAL LIFE

Along aisle of twigs, moist brown leaves and stones,

Clustered bellflowers guard as I ramble
Whispered chord echoes from choir of bushes groans, 

The rustles, a beckoning preamble


Shady sky-high trees of wrinkled clothed moss

Healthily exhaling thy cool fresh air. 
Tongue satiates divine wood spring, I doss.

Finch trembles chanting rosary keys  pray'rs.


Built organs from pines tunes mellow reeds

Gentle soothing blows invites butterflies
There flights harmonious lambada speed

Squirrels one fugue pitch share a lullaby


Golden rays peeps through gnarled branches of trees,

Casting apes acrobatic seesaw dance.  
Glorious forest homes choral life thee

Who will dare and miss such enthralling chance?

(c) Olive ELoisa
1:03am
June 23, 2014
placed 4th.. :) to God be the glory.. :)


Details | Haiku | |

MEASURING ONE'S THOUGHTS

With strong hands resting
on sharp rocks, I stare afar
intrigued by silence...

I seem disenchanted
by what reality conveys
through its mystery... 
 

Fear is a lament, 
a remote voice never heard;
a lark's joyless shrill...   
 

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Michael J. Falotico's 
contest, " Your Thoughts "


Details | Crystalline | |

Mystical Water


Water rushes to its destiny With magic and with mystery


Details | Lyric | |

Roots of life

The deathly beat of our pounding feet
With shackles of life's disaster.
Bubbles of air contain great care
immersed in blurry waters,
Echoed dreams we shall  believe 
In everything and all before us.

Many a night we fear the light
Of Golum the greedy master.
We share aware of trees despair
Axed the roots of laughter.
Defined at source where love restores 
And bleeds happily ever after.


Details | Ballade | |

Dawn in Pemberton


Dawn in Pemberton

It’s dawn, down here in Pemberton
The sky be thick with clouds
There is no sign of life round here
So far from frantic crowds
And all the hustle, bustle
  And the awful city din
This forest in the morning
Only silence does it bring.

Cicadas! do they ever stop?
They serenade the air
Non stop, though birds be silent
Can’t hear them anywhere
Refreshing misty rain floats down
Caressing my cool skin
As morning peace seeps into me
And thrills me deep within.

Those Jarrah trees, that all around
Stand tall like soldier men
They echo with the first bird’s call
And the music starts again
To herald in the brand new day
 Bringing in a summers morn
In the lovely tree filled forest land
Of this place called Pemberton. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The start of the day

The start of the day

The wind is kind of wild again
As I sit on the patio
The river filled with morning rain
Looks wondrous in it's flow

As the wind does put her in top gear
She speeds upon her way
She has one goal, to reach the ocean
On this very rainy day.

Along the furthest shore there be
Some trees, with life all done
And yet they seem to have much beauty
As they glow beneath the Sun.

A Kookaburra Laughs out loud
Then he lands upon a tree
He looks so handsome and so proud
As he peers on down at me.

A  group of ducks come waddling by
They're looking for a feed
These blessed birds, they know that I
Will fill their every need.

Just then the wife gets out of bed
And I make her morning tea
And I cook for her some toasted bread
As we sit here happily.

Then the morning comes to life
And the working day begins
Replacing all that's natural
With the weight of human din.

7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.


Details | Questionku | |

Why to Ponder

Oppositions
confraternities
why do they spread the world?

Inspiration
not desperation
why do man fail to know?

Being hardworking
pro-accomplishment
why can't all think this way?

Morn' sun rises
evening sun sets
why can't man ponder this?

The world we come
we marry we born
why do man need to die?


Details | Senryu | |

Earth Angel

Earth’s Angel
Her salient wings glowed;
With love she cradled wild world,
All rested in peace.


Details | Ballade | |

Australia day

Australia day


Its three PM Australia day
The day’s as hot as Hell
The budgies chirp delightfully
There’s a ringing like a bell
As the breeze kisses the wind chimes
And that sky, electric blue
It sends those sun beams crashing down
It’s damned hot! I tell you.

The world is wilting, woefully
Some plants look fit to die
That burning ball of energy
Above there in the sky
It tells the world “I’m here, I’m here!!”
As it flames with heavens power
And on the Rose shrubs in the yard
There just be dried up flowers.

It’s summer time, down under
One hundred plus degrees
I’m drinking beer and waiting, here
To feel that cooling breeze
That comes here after noon is done
To give the heat some ease
Then just a few short hours from now
The dusk might bring release




 


Details | Free verse | |

Arachnida

I’ve never  befriend her.
Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her disdainful sights
In the day and in the night.

Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her anything.
The walk of her webs on my face,
When going out should I relate?
Her dirty fingers around my rooms
Upon my wall, ceilings,
And every nooks and crannies of my home.

She can’t be my child.
If she happens to be, I will disown her 
On the day she is born.
She can’t be a member of my family.
If she happens to be, she won’t last long.
She can’t be my in law
If she is chanced to be, I will despise her.

Ugh Spider! I can’t just withstand her
Presence in my vicinity.

I have never befriend her
And never will I.
I have never befriend her fellow arachnids
And never will I (too).  


#May be some one will tell me reasons why I should like her#
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
29/05/2013



Details | Ballade | |

Australia was made for me

Australia was made for me.

Sometimes, I just like to be
All alone and fancy free
There with nature by a lake
Awareness totally awake
As I catch the whiff of a big gum tree
Green parrots they fly over me
I hear the Ravens lonely caw
And nature thrills me more and more.

I watch the lake a glimmering
Reflections to my mind she brings
There’s a kind of lovely gentleness
The breeze, my still form does caress
 As I walk upon the velvet grass
The power of nature oh, so vast
Does seep into the heart of me
Enthralling me with mystery

Some pounding kangaroos come by
There gracefulness, oh my, oh my!!
It stuns my mind, oh what a sight!
Such power does my soul delight
Such beauty, this Australia
It makes my sense of wonder stir
No grander place I could foresee
This sacred land was made for me.

8 May 2014 @ 1235hrs.





Details | ABC | |

Loveless

Loveless

Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious


Details | Quatrain | |

All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                              
                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent


                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing


                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

      
                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 



Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All
    
                                    
                           


Details | Free verse | |

Silence Whispers

Silence whispers
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes
That sighs through your hair
And susurrates the saplings

Taciturn memories
Moment of yesterdays…
Hushed hopes of tomorrow
Fragile reticent promises…
A phantom spectacle

Forever unattainable
Remote and distant
These frivolous voices
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes

Lost aspirations
Callously blown caveats…
Gently muted choices
Easy and idle thoughts…
Silence whispers 


Details | Haiku | |

Your Going Down

<                           beneath waterfall
                        let your troubles wash away ... 
                             cesspool is waiting





Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All


Details | Cinquain | |

CANDLES

Candles
flicker gently
until moonlight appears,
then move into rapid laughter
higher.


Details | Haiku | |

Witful Rain

Listen to the rain;
The witful story teller,
Wisdom dwells in it.


Details | Ballade | |

I sit and meditate

As I sit and meditate

It’s so early in the morning
As I sit and meditate
And look into the core of me
The feeling is real great
As I feel the silence everywhere
The wagtail sings his song
And the fountain plays its merry tune
Though the silence is still strong.

I ask myself the question
What’s it feel like to be me?
Who am I, oh, who am I?
I ask, as I just be
The answer never seems to come
I get a glimpse, that’s all
Yet all the lovely mystery
Is oh, so wonderful.

With the meditation over
I sit and write a song
As my muse, she shows her face
I can feel her presence strong
When the mind is filled with silence
To write is such a breeze
The words they just flow out of me
With so much wondrous ease.

12 January 2014 @ O520hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

From darkness to light

From darkness to light

A Kookaburra, laughs out loud
In these early morning hours
Darkness, it holds back the day
It hides the dawns sweet power
And the beauty that is all around
In the flowers and the trees
Yet very soon the morn will come
And the darkness it will cease.

Some magpies warble tunefully
They know that very soon
The light will soon come seeping in
And day will hide the moon
As yellow orb, the mighty Sun
Will herald in new day
Then black cockatoo’s they fill the sky
 Big birds with noisy ways.

Then soon A Willy Wagtail sings
Green parrot joins their song
As sun peeps through the Banksia trees
And the winter night, so long
Is gone, the morning comes alive
Honey Eaters come to feed
As trees, and flowers, show themselves
And fill in me a need.

24 June 2014 @ 0650hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

I, Alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #351 / Sagittarius A

In the center of our galaxy
from 1992 through 2003
astronomers were able to observe
a star, orbiting compact radio source
Sagittarius A.
The star had an orbit with average radius
1.4x1014 m
and period 15 years.
From this information astronomers estimated
the mass of Sagittarius A.
v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s
a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2
0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2
M = 7.24x1036 kg
7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns!
Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a
supermassive black hole
(it cannot be seen)!
OH LITTLE STAR


Details | Quatrain | |

Scarred Dusk

A wolf cries for the goddess of the night
in the distant hallows of sound,
yet reality's claws rips fantasy with fright
and dreams between its teeth, ground.

Still the dark of death has not yet settled
for dusk still bleeds,
the scarlet tears into lakes and rivers and seas mingled
like wrists slit to sign creeds.

Pain is not to last long
for time heals the slights
and mourning should turn to song,
but the days will die and so will lights.

Night approaches the threshold of time
and heaven's wounds are healing
in a show so sublime,
one notices not the danger's gleaming.

Finally the light gives up life.
The final breath slips out from it's husk.
Ominous and eerie, night's knife 
plunges into the heart of scarred dusk.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet 1

A canvas high and felt traced tips
With background broad and tint azure
None posed in space with limbs being clipped
The sketch of liberty one saw

When pillars then in holes are tucked
Sore eyes in Gaya’s comfort seek
While plumes of sentiment are plucked
Love lingers on in love’s mystique

Time let the warble low to swoop
And beak like marble gloss to shine
Thoughts flicker on life’s endless stoep
In tandem with the sun that mimes

That morn when words and wheels are cleansed
 Found true and veiled in mortal condensed.

Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-21


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Lose Control

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


Details | Haiku | |

Dirty Haiku

     Dirty Haiku

Meadow waves golden

Granular dust mist rises

Sandals come off dry


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Master Carpenters tree

The impressive mighty trees
Are birthed from such small seed
Drawing resilience from the sun
And earth’s fertile garden bed

Trees wooden trunk has shaped 
And sustained for centuries many in varied ways 
Some over and upon oceans wide
Where waves stroke shapely hulls 
And lull to sleep the hapless venturer 
Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy

And from such crafted boughs 
And whispered sounds 
Her meekness and strength is seen and heard 
Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair
Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep

Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms 
High and low of this world
The greatest of these was in a lowly manger 
In an animals crib 
But for this one tree its destiny was marked 
Chosen before time

For on this tree’s wooden shoulders 
It bore God’s greatest gift–
A Holy Child born - Like it- 
For one purpose only – 
To become accursed - on its wooden cross 
To bear the sins of All 
The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil

Into His Father’s arms


© Brenda V Northeast 11th   March   2012
 


Details | Acrostic | |

Alchemy (An Acrostic)

Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality


Details | I do not know? | |

My eyes are the color of love

My eyes are the color of love
my skin, the warm breeze
I gently glide around you
my fingers are rivers
curving and bending
over your fleshy plains
my mind, the ocean, a mysterious
dark abyss
my breasts, are mountainous hills 
abundant, protruding from 
Mother Earth
My strong thighs are the deep rich valley
you travel my body, using your map of love
My eyes, are the stars
my button nose is the moon
the leafy trees are my arms
flowing and dancing gracefully in the wind
and My eyes are the color
the color of Love


Details | Free verse | |

Tangled Vines

An orange trumpet vine in its  beauty

Orange trumpet flowers bright intriguing

It grows reaches for the sun 'pon trellis' strong towers

So lovely and shady is its green vine drawing most humankind to climb

~~Climb until they reach its first level where other vines intwine

Vines intwined of such strength and beauty

One that is mixed in there is Passion Flower

Passion on this first level hasn't passed away

All vines honeysuckle, jasmine, poison ivy reach for the top

At the very top tangled vines wrap around healthy trees slowly choking
                                                                                            out the life


Strong vines cut into the outer bark getting tighter every year

Soon the inner being suffers crushing

                             By the strong vines which cut deeper, deeper and deeper each

years growing season

The trees who gave support are now overcome by a mass of flowery death

Tangled vines have overpowered 
 
                                      Their deceit and trickery has accomplished its death deeds

The tangled vines are at the top but the trellis of strength and support
 
                                                                   Is about to topple  

Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Tangled Vines
Written this Fourteenth Day Of July 2013


Details | Sonnet | |

Nature's Way

In the morning or in the night the shadows appear.
Some are dark and some invisible to the naked eye.
They stroll around and about with distance up high.
They follow covering you never knowing their near.
 
Look to the trees where empty spaces reveal clear.
You can see their eyes and their moods as they fly.
A penetrating stare with a glare with the winds sigh.
Run or stand but you’re in an open space of a sphere.
 
Nature’s way is coming up to you,
Open your eyes being able to see,
Hope and pray you catch this view.
Hidden in between freedom is free.
 
Catch many glimpses of this shade,
That way tomorrow will never fade.
 
 
 
© Copyright:  Ann Rich   2007


Details | Ballade | |

Nannup night

Nannup Night

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

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

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

2007.


Details | Rhyme | |

I need no magic

I need no magic

I was granted one days magic
By the power who rules the all
One day to wish for anything
Yet life is beautiful!!

I live in a world filled with magic
Every moment is so sweet
What more could I ever want
When all is so complete?

The sun it shines up in a sky
Though clouds might mar its view
The birds they sing a magic song
Each moment is brand new

The trees they dance upon the breeze
The flowers look so bright
Oh everything is wonderful
My life is pure delight

So I don’t need no magic
All I’ll ever need is joy
This I have a thousand fold
And naught can this destroy

22 June 2014 @ 1145hrs.

Written for Freddie Vee's contest 'one days magic,


Details | Haiku | |

Rainbow

The sky drizzled light,
Combined in a bow of rain.
Seven bright colors.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Seraphs Hibernal Wasteland

She peers at captivation
Moon swindling her frore heartbeat
Beams tearing the soul outward
She stands firm with ground

Wings sprout out, after ice thaws 
Whispering desolation
Whirls around her and she cuts 
The emotion out

Forgive her please, if you will,
For she only spreads her wings 
For those who can captivate
As well as this moon

_________________________

For: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver's contest "Dodoitsu Darkness"
By: Tim 09/19/11


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Secret Place

As I walked through the trees
in the far distance I could hear
a rumbling yet tinkling noise
drawn towards the lovely sound

I moved into deeper denser woods
few sun patches can reach through
cold and dank, the air feeling icy
chilled to the bone I carry onward

When suddenly to my wonderment
I break through into a glade of fancy
the noise explained as cascading down
the waters seem to laugh, giggle and dance

Flumes of mist and steam arise
as the falling waters land on rocks
a small lagoon completes the vision
before me is stretched a paradise

A rainbow shines within the falls
and utter peace surrounds it all
a beautiful and secret hidden place 
I walk away knowing I can return

That it will be there when I need solace
when I am weary and tired by life
here I will come to repair my soul
and give myself over to its harmony


Details | Tanka | |

Taking Turns

<                                       iron propeller
                                 sitting entrance to driveway
                                   slowly turning blades
                              like the hands of time on clock 
                                 longing for extra seconds 


                                    Hummingbirds buzzing
                              red gold blue and green headed 
                                    just waiting for turns
                               to capture it's own bountys
                                   succulant sugar water  



Written By 
Katherine Stella 9/13/2011

Entry For Francine Roberts
The View-A Tanka Contest
G.L. All


Details | Sonnet | |

Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way 

Spring is really on its way
It’s such a lovely, lovely day
The sun it shines so very brightly 
Oh, spring, it really does delight me

The birds they flit from tree to tree
They sing there songs delightfully
They know that spring is in the air
It seems that joy is everywhere.

The fish are racing round, and round
Because some female they have found
They want to keep there kind a going
As sensuality is growing

Oh, when spring is in the air
 The whole world seems to have no care.

4 July 2014 @1040hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Simple Truth

All Mighty One
The Beginning and the End
Alfa and Omega

Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness 
love and light so pure and free
my cornerstone of strength and hope
for you, I fall to my knees

The darling of heaven once crucified 
you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul
a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life
I call to you in good times of prosperity 
and I ask that you might sustain this life
I cry out to you in times of trial
knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul

My precious Jesus, son of God almighty 
I surrender to thee
I praise only you
forge and mold me oh' sweet Father
for I believe
yes
I believe



Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

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

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Rhyme | |

This morning glory

This morning glory

The wind is blowing there, outside
As on its back the branches ride
Dancing oh, so gracefully
This morn is filled with mystery
The birds are singing loud, and clear
It’s such a wondrous song I hear
Big black clouds they fill the sky
As I sit here alone with I

As I listen to the silence hum
I know the rain it soon will come
To make its rhythm on my roof
Black raven feeds, he’s all aloof
The only bird there on the lawn
His mystery here in the dawn
Is wondrous to the seeing, eye
Black Cockatoos they ride the sky.

I sit her looking through the window
So awed I am by the wondrous flow
Of nature that now greets the morn
As brand new day is being born
Such splendor thrills me to the core
This life could never give me more
As I sit here waiting for the rain
To soak the blessed soil again

12 August 2014 @0740hrs.




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Cliffhanger

In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…


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Beyond midnight

Beyond midnight

It’s way beyond the midnight hour
About three am in the morning
No moon, it shines there in the sky
Way before the day is dawning

A blessed feeling touches me
As I walk the morning streets
As stars they shine in the velvet sky
And the whole world feels complete

There’s no one here, but Bear and I
As we quietly walk together
As rain caresses face and hands
Oh, I love this rainy weather.

There’s nothing like these early hours
Everything seems pure and clean
As the silence seeps into my soul
And my world feels so serene.

28 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.


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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


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Wigging Me Out

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

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


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Circles and wiggles

Wiggles and circles

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

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

19 September 2013 @2010hrs.


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Iris of Poetry

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



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

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

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


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A SOUTHERN BOY WITH VIVID DREAMS

Since early childhood I was aware of my sorroundings;
looking around with the interest of a grown-up man,
waiting for the golden sunrise with rosy streaks
to rise from beyond the Paterno Mountain...
to dazzle a southern boy with vivid dreams.


The clock-tower, in the Fallen Soldiers memorial square wreath-adorned,
stroke seven to announce the coming of a quite day
in a valley, where orange blossoms strongly perfumed
welcoming spring in all its daintiness and cheerfulness...
as shallows retuned home flying over pines groves covered with gray.


My chestnut-colored hair was gently brushed by a whimsical breeze,
spreading the scent of jasmine's bushes wilting down;
that's where robins took shelter when the summer sun
was at its hightest peak and trees glistened and swayed to please
a curious and adventurous southern boy with vivid dreams. 


Ever wondered how I had gotten to be an elaborate poet in childhood days,
exploring everything to express myself in the most unique ways?
It was love of Nature and its splendor breathed in with appreciation  
that made me who I am today, and wiping away the tears of golden age,
I feel the fanthom of my presence wandering down a silent lane swarmed with sage.


Night came with willowy shadows, carrying out their nocturanl task...
not to frighten me, but to bring the brilliance of gleaming stars so perfectly aligned;
and I dreamed with relief, knowing that there would be no endless wait
to be overwhelmed with a mystery only revealed to a child with vivid dreams.
I looked further above, beyond the stunning, starry sky as the brightest light shined.    


The country I am writing about is Italy






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All About Her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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A Toy Girl

A smooth and soft,
A cheerful and lovely,
Like a red rose,
Her smile was knocking,
My conscientious 
That was toxicating,
And mind likes to talk,
As she was a toy girl.

Praising for her new dress,
Her jewellery and appearances,
Her walking steps,
Started to palpitate, 
A fly with my dreams,
As a butterfly,
Enjoying fragrance,
In a warmth glimmering world.


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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.











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Alone and happy

Alone and happy

I look outside my window,
As the rain comes tumbling down,
The wind be howling endlessly,
Just swirling, dancing all around.
 The sky’s the darkest shade of grey,
Here at the ending of the day
Such rich vibrations in the air
It seems that peace is everywhere.

The room is silent, no one’s home,
Just me, I sit here all alone,
With the dog here snoring at my feet,
The fire warming, gentle, sweet.
No voices ringing in my ears,
My mood is sweet, my mind is clear
Whirring computer softly soothes
This evening, how my heart it moves

This evening be a special time
It brings to me such peace,
As I sit quiet, and melancholy,
I’m feeling so much ease
Aloneness can be oh, so sweet
I sit here feeling so complete
 And put attention onto me
Soft and loose, and feeling free.


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UNDERNEATH THIS SMILE

Underneath this smile
see my source of endless joy:
peace, kindness and love.

Nothing I will fear
believing in tomorrow,
to find a rainbow  
stretching over that green hill...
to imagine what's beyond.

Show your sympathy,
share my happiness revealed
underneath this smile.


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Never-Ending

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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The big black cokatoo

Big black Cockatoos

Weeeh!, weeeh! Weeeh!
The big black birds arrive
The biggest Cockatoo’s around
So wild, and so alive
They touch my heart like poetry
As they glide high in the air
I am stunned by all their majesty
As they come from everywhere.

Thirty, forty, fifty
I count, then I lose score
They fill the sky, these big black birds
So many times before
They have flown above my head
As they come both morn and night
And fill me up with blessed awe
As I wonder at their might.

They alight upon the trees
All filled with Banksia flowers
Then tear the trees to pieces
With the force of all their power
As I wonder at these mighty birds
And feel them touch my soul
I let all their magnificence
Join the dusk to make me whole.


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I love this freedom

I love this freedom

Oh, how I love this freedom
My crutches thrown away
I’m visiting these wetland trails
Though the hips not quite okay
And hurts a bit if I walk too far
But it’s so wonderful
To feel the sweetness of the lake
Though the weather is quite cool.

The lake is filled right to the brim
The rains are here again
There’s magpies, wagtails, doves and larks
It’s like I am insane
Insane with joy to walk these trails
I need me nothing more
Than walk beside this lovely lake
It’s the place that I adore.

Two ravens fly above my head
Green parrots they alight
To have a feed on the lush green grass
The whole world seems so bright
As I walk through wet, green grass
Oh what a lovely scene
Here by this lake so beautiful
Where the world is so serene.

27 June 2014 @ 0835hrs.





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The rising sun

To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate 
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.


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Love To Immortalise

Strong storm blew the boat until it did strand
Upon rock_ shore so very far away.
Please my gentle lover give me your hand
There is no way you would let me be prey

Row me and the boat ashore to assay
This beautiful place we will immortalise
No! we did not go down in depths to decay
Nor did guardian angel go down likewise

Didn't matter what nature will devise
Lived through shipwreck we will go down in fame
Thru this somehow we will be eternise
The whole wide world will remember my name

Now this small green isle we'll surely subdue
As our great love grows and somehow renew


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Winter 2010a

Seasons have changed their weathered cycles here
A frigid frost frolics on dead dry air.
Old man winter is summoned now so soon
It is a cranky world and a coatless moon
And through it shivering the homeless roam
Like sea froth bumping on a bridleless foam 
They left the customed haunts of parks bare
Under the white sheet of bleak frozen air
And in every church door, and store front stand
Rubbing and rubbing their shriveling hand
And in their eyes pop a stark dread, bland fear
The sum of our sudden and sick despair.
Ah winter is added now to all
We must endure in our life's brimming gall.
                             ii 
Across the world the winds have changed; this hell
Of winter wrestles patience, bulge its spell
In large leprous mounds of silent ice
Wind banked, shriveling us back into rooms
Where the budget for heat can ill suffice
The heart's frigid condition, we the tombs
Of hope, who broke bonds for a modern life
Blanching love, faith and sacred human strife
We on the edge of each truth once so dear
Withering the world, and making Christ drear.
I feel the sharp winds, the victims cold knife
Tempests cold knell on the piper's pied fife.
In confusion we wait against the thaw
Senseless to break the markets dismal law.
                       ******

[Winter is real and it is a metaphor. The last lines of the 4 sonnets reads vertically:
"Aw, it is cold, love."


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Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


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A time of pleasure

A time of pleasure.



It’s time to rise, the morn has come

A wondrous time, I’m never glum

When I hear those magpies sing

I guess I just love everything 

About these lovely morning hours

It’s time to walk and smell the flowers

With my Bear dog by my side

As each new moment’s deified.



As C moon rides the velvet skies

The Kookaburras laughing cries

They touch my heart with mystery

These morning times will always be

Of very grand signification

I wake up, filled with sweet elation

To meditate for just a while

For  this, it makes my morning smile.



I walk outside, and feel the air

Then walk the streets with nary a care

It’s a thing that gives me so much pleasure

These morning times I really treasure

For here in good old Aussie land

These morning hours so sweet and grand

They fill me up with so much power

Oh how I love these morning hours.





29 October 2013 @ 0522hrs.


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There's a power up above

There’s a power up above

Sometimes I just feel
Like a birdie in a tree
Singing out with sweetest joy
A lovely melody
When it shines so softly
And the morn is waking up
All the love within my heart
It over flows the cup.

What is this lovely feeling?
I’ve no idea at all
All I know is when it comes
It feels so wonderful
There’s a power up above
That fills my heart and soul
When the dawn sets sky alight
It makes me feel so whole.

I’ve never had no money
I have no worldly wealth
I’m not too big on brains, and stuff
I suffer through my health
But when that sun comes shining through
At the lovely break of dawn
Something oh so powerful 
Is deep within me born.

13 May 2014 @ 0836hrs.


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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

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

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

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

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


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Dawns tenderness

Dawns Tenderness

Wind chimes singing in the breeze
They serenade gay dancing trees
As fountain burbles sweet and clear
A melody I love to hear
A croaking frog joins in with zest
It’s dawn, the time that I love best.

The breeze it brushes tender skin
As life’s sweet symphony begins
To seep softly into my soul
Awakener, it be the role
Of dawn to whisper joyfully
The song of mother’s mystery.

I sit alone, not wanting aught
Forgetting things that I’ve been taught
With no ambitions touching me
Just this, that’s all, oh just to be
Is all I ever want, that’s all 
To live right now, Its beautiful!

Two Pink parrots fly in the sky
My heart starts singing, don’t know why
As sleepy sun peers from a hill
The magic silence, oh so still
It fills my soul with tenderness
As I melt into dawns sweet caress 


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Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


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The Moon Burns

above the moon burns
sets my blood on fire,
unknown desire


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Buttercups in Sunshine

Glory
Story

Showy
Glowy

Sight
Flight

Yellow
Halo

Daffodil contest hosted by Francine Roberts
3/1/12
Doris Culverhouse


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NATURE'S VOICE1

HOW COOL IS THE EVE’S COLD
HOW TOUCHING IS THE BRIGHT MORNING SUN?
THE RE-ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE MORNING BIRDS
THE FRAGRANT SMELL OF THE MORNING WOODS
A WONDERFUL DEW OF HARMON
A TELL OF GOD’S MERCY
THE ANIMALS, BIRDS, PETS 
THAT VOICE OUT
THE EXCITMENT OF NATURE’S AWESOME PRESENCE
THE MOMENTUM
EVER ROLLING CHAPTERS OF THE RIVERS AND SEA
THE THUNDEROUS AFFIRMATIONS
THE FACTS THAT NATURE TRUELY HAS A VOICE!


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What Am I

I host thousands of creatures
And whisper to merry travelers,
spraying their furrowed faces with comfort.
My storms are wild and deathly.

I connect.
I disassemble.
I bring life.

I kiss sand in intervals,
blue, green, brown, white- I survive
Despite the debris thrown inside of me.

What Am I?






For PD's "What Am I" Contest.


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-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

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

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


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Galah tree

Galah Tree

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

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

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


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From her Cocoon

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

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

 


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El Arbor del Angel

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


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Cry Me A River

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


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The peace within

The peace within

Such peace it lies within so deep
The beast within be fast asleep
The breath of love it just pours out
Oh my, what is this all about? 

The bird song chatter echo’s deeply
As heart takes over mind completely
And silver silence sings to me
As I be here, alone I be.

The finger’s pointing out the way
Behind the moon, the warm sun rays
Reflect through her the breath of love
As stars shine brightly high above!!!

The sun be hiding from the day
As stormy skies below, they lay
I see as flowers open wide
The space where pristine love abides.

I sit here in this garden chair
Senses sharp and so aware
As the day cries out “Wake up you fool
Eyes open wide, it’s beautiful!!!!!” 


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Embracing Earth


Embracing Earth

Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm

Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.

5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.

Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic'  contest


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The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.

Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?

Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.

® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich


Details | Free verse | |

In Search of a Proper Attitude

The summer sky, awash with ghostly clouds
Seems open to imaginings tonight
The likes of which those of the common clay
Deem it folly to conceive.

Clothed in possibilities
This world we move through mutes my mind
With dull amazement when presented with its simple glory.

Of this, No-Mind names the attitude
That grants the gift to see with eyes
From which the scales have briefly fallen.

No frame of reference is adoptable
No meaning save what can be felt
At rest behind the wispy veils.

A Truth exists which can be understood,
But never grasped and held.

Real simplicity seems to lie beyond the ways 
Of ever-clever Man.
Nature and Her Universe have it of themselves,
While we can only feel its breath in passing,
Its reflection filling the world, unseen.

I can feel the edges of the Something
That brings me peace at times
When I run out of cluttered thoughts,
But in the end it eludes me still,
Denying me a fullness which might sate ever after.

To catch it and to hold it is as vain as chasing sunlight
Scattering over still, deep pools.
With what sort of attitude can one approach 
These things so pure they surpass
Our hearts' ability to encompass them,
Our minds' ability to force the secret into view?

Like squeezing dust into diamonds.

And still the universe and all within it
Shines on just as clearly all the while,
And one fundamental Fact remains:

Nothing changes, except that everything changes.  


Details | Couplet | |

The Lips My Lips Have Kissed

Summer was here I enjoyed it not
Heat and humidity did not hit the spot
Spring now a different thing_in spring_love
Slightly warm days flashing of color, Dove
Blooms from bulbs_so many shades of green
Upon the trees_renewal of all seen
Fall is almost here banishing summer
Shorter days_cooler nights_welcome color
When winter comes blowing fall asunder
Barren trees_cold days even nights colder
Then the memory of the flavored kiss
Rose flavored kiss under the rose trellis


Details | Rhyme | |

A Frog's Life

Would it be fun to be a frog?
Think you'll like it? What could go wrong?
You would hop around everywhere you went,
Living life with your knees always bent.
Your skin can be many different colors,
You would croak instead of a haller.
Your favorite snacks will be bugs,
Catching them only with your tongue.
Your home is anywhere you want it to be,
You could live up in a tree.
Or how about on the ground?
Be careful there, cause you're easily found.
When your peacefully sleeping,
Your predators could be creeping.
So hide really good at night,
That's when some animals come out for a bite!
A hawk, an owl, or even an eagle,
Will be out and about for more than a mingle.
There's also foxes, snakes, and raccoons.
A frog is one of their favorite foods.
So sleep with one eye always open,
Then nothing can eat you, at least you are hoping.


Details | Rhyme | |

Going down country

Going down country.

The day has come we two are off
To the open land of trees
We’re going where it’s beautiful
So filled with mystery
We’re off to Blackwood River
To sit upon her banks
So early in the morning hours
As I give prayers of thanks

We’re just going for a short stay
But that’s enough for me
We’re off down south of country
Where all life’s mystery
Is waiting there to speak to me
And show me who I am
As I sit there by the river.
Let life overflow her dam

I will feel the whisper flowing
In those lovely hours of dawn
I will meditate each morning
 When each new day is born
As the river flows beside me
Oh yes, we’re going away
We’re off to see lord nature
 Give worship each new day.

28 August 2014 @ 1305hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

This moment now

This moment seems so wonderful 
 Just a few short days of rain 
 Then grass that grows beneath my feet 
 Be velvet green again 
 The dry, hot days have waved ‘good bye’ 
Lord breeze be cool and fresh 
 As dancing trees that line the lake 
 They sing with happiness. 
   
 In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds 
 As the trees caress the day 
 The sound of raucous Ravens heard 
 Echo from skies so grey 
 As nature tames the wild in me 
 I walk these lakeside trails 
 With nothing reaching out to me 
 But sweet, eternal now. 
   
 So wonderful, so beautiful 
 As seasons come and go 
 The breath of nature shows the way 
 And with it’s restless glow 
 It shows me circles, only circles 
 And breathes into my soul 
 And with it’s breath of mystery 
 It makes me feel so whole.


Details | Sonnet | |

Winter 2010b

                            iii
A wiley post this early freeze fast makes
Making hard the sugarcane, shedding bright flakes
That covers the city, rivers, streets, and trees
The jet streams cold and meandering breeze,
Wasaburo's joy make us know our frail
Powers limit, we're stranded in its gale. 
Tween shifts of spheres, "We are coming soon,
Convenient theories of the moon
Holds not with planned expectations" we weep
While gnawing to the bone these zephyrs seep
Crude power deserts us, the white ruin
Of farmers, changes the cold cashier's tune.
Lord, in time more subtle changes I see
Dreams wilt in time, now comes eternity. 
                           iv
It is more than a sizzling globe's convictions:
Weather changes and earth's rotations.
My soul looks up steadfast in sweet faith
The changes are openings of heaven's gate
And some who keeps a homeless vigil stirs
Barren of bed, false friendships, and dead furs 
Leave us cankered of feelings, blurred of trust
We stagger on through whiffs of whitening gust
To find our berth that drives us daily here
Harassed and haggled denouncing despair
Lost is Christ control of the moral lust
O, flaking, worn, weary, the brittle crust
Void, no seed grows here, barren our cold heart
Empty this winter scape, earth falls apart.


Details | Ballade | |

Caressing rain

Morning raindrops.

I while away these morning hours
With the sky so very dark
A trillion stars they sparkle brightly
As I’m strolling though this park
With Bear cub rushing on ahead
So excited that he’s free
It’s seems that we’re the only two
Who walk beneath these trees .

The rain is heavy in the air
Though it’s not falling yet
I love it when the rain comes down
My heart fills with regret
If the drops don’t touch my skin
With their early morning sweetness
I love to feel their tingling touch
As my face they do caress.

Ah, here it comes, the air is filled
With moonbeams soft yet bright
Sparkling like a trillion gems
To give such sweet delight
To eyes all bathed in velvet soft
As the rain caresses me
There’s something about this morning rain
So filled with mystery.

14 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.


Details | Alliteration | |

Change Begins With a Choice - Poetry Book

http://www.amazon.com/Change-begins-Choice-Season-One/dp/1480017175/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390372708&sr=8-1&keywords=Change+begins+with+a+Choice

A link to my Poetry Book! 

Peace & Love


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Castle of the Sky

As the sun rises,
everything comes to life.
Even the city that never sleeps
seems to be just waking up.
As the city is reflected,
down onto the river,
it is tall and majestic.
The center of all life.
The only thing that is more beautiful...
is the castle of the sky.
At night it is the stars and moon
where the fairies work their magic spells.
At day it is the sun and clouds
where the Gods play.
Only believers can see the castle of the sky.
And know what spells the fairies work
and what games the Gods play.
But all of us have believed at one time or another.
And some of us have never stopped believing
in the castle of the sky. 


Details | Lyric | |

Mystic evening

A mystic evening

A mystic evening
There’s silence everywhere
The stars are shining
And I am standing there
As the full moon gazes down on me
This thing enters my soul.
As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole.

My heart is quiet 
I feel such mystery
Something within me
Whispers ‘Let it be’
And everything is wonderful
As I feel a magic power
Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower.

No words can tell the way it is
For symbols they just be
Symbols cannot picture it
This sweet, sweet mystery.

My life be simple
As I gaze here at the night
I feel that moons glow
As everything feels right
Awareness comes on over me
And peace is everywhere.
As life just is, and I am standing there.


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond Nightfall (contest)

The sun goes down
It sets in the West.

Darkness covers us
Like a thick blanket.

The twinkling of stars
Fill the sky up above.

The moon casts light
On the world below.

Animal noises fill the air
Mother Nature’s concert.


Details | Couplet | |

The Lux Paradox

The mysterious times and seasons                                                                              The changing light is this the reason?                                                                             A harvest moon giving light for work to be done                                                        White light the usual reflection of the night sun                                                      Flowing light from orange’s to red’s                                                                                  some words disappear when moonlit read                                                           Gathering up all red’s is the harvest light                                                                   Even the rose looks grey and dead by night                                                            Stranger still is the mysterious hue                                                                         Where does it come from the Blue?                                                                     *                                                                 *     Note, Strange Moonlight- NASA science


Details | Free verse | |

Africa Heart

Bloody skies
New beginnings
Fresh
Warm
Glorious scent
From heaven it was sent

Long before
We walked this land
It was moulded
Sculpted
Created
Perfected
By the Maker

Legends tell of
The dark spirit
Turning trees
Trying to take the land

The Maker
Made the tree strong
Made it proud
Made it unbreakable
Just like the people
That believe in Him

The Maker perfected this land
More than before
Filling with
Mighty roars
Soft rumbles
Silent wings
Bouldering calls
Gentle purrs
Manic laughs

So with this
Wild heart I call mine
I will delight myself in
The Makers 
Creations

Running soon
Running far

To set wild hearts free
Like a flaming master
Taking its fiery hold
Over all things
Dry and old
Only to uncover
What has been bleeding 
To be seen

Our wild hearts
Beat with
Gentle giants footfall
Beating slow steady 
Ready to be set free
Ready to breathe
What was mine to be

With blazing sun
Firing down
Onto cracked
Down ground

Between thick brush
Under the mighty baobab
With the creations all around
My wild
African heart
Soon to be found 


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 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Garden in the Window

I invite you to my window,
Where forks a path you may never go
See that garden there bursting with blooms?
It is yours, but you must only look,
Sit in my boat, but please do not row

It grabs holds and doesn't let go
Great things happen outside that window
The brownies there sing joyful medleys,
Their allure entrancing and deadly.
They whisper come, but I must say no

And out there their world is aglow,
Out there they only reap and never sow.
Saw many a-sovereigns in flowing capes
A stones throw away from dusty drapes
It pains me that I may never go

As you gaze outside my window
Forging conniving plots utterly low
Sure, you may break the glass and climb outside.
But when you breathe in that garden ever-wide,
Will it be what you hoped?

As you gaze outside my window
Longing for more than to watch the plants grow
I bid you, please, to simple gape in awe.
And take it for what it is; a silly law.
Simply stay,
Simply cope...



NOTE: I originally wrote this for a "garden contest" that I stumbled upon. But now that I posted this the contest seems to have vanished :(


Details | Free verse | |

CONTRASTS

CONTRASTS

This old woman
Is in her rocker,
Looking off,
With absent expression,
With lost affections,
In the sagging mouth,
Behind the eyes.

Tired, white hands rest,
One clutching a bit of fruit.
A shawl about those fragile shoulders barely warms.

She’s in a garden – inhabiting –
Head seeming to rest on a gnarled old tree,
Flowers and leaves so summer young,
Hidden mysteries everywhere,
Cloudless day, without a care.

Oh, the contrast disturbs, sickens!
The intrusion!
The inner rattle!

One struggles against ire, against pity,
Sensing both the beauty, and the decay.






Details | Ballade | |

The place I yearn to be

The place I yearn to be

Where the birds sing in the morning
That’s where I want to be
Where the trees are all around me
Well that’s the place for me
I’ll watch their leaves dance on the breeze
As the sun shines in the morn
As they touch this dreamy heart of mine
At the start of each new dawn

Where the lake it be a gleaming
Reflecting all the trees
As the sun paints pretty pictures
That’s where I want to be
Meditating every morning
As birds sing morning song
This be a lovely haven
It’s the place where I belong.

Walking through the wetlands
Where lizards, frogs, and snakes
Are always roaming freely
In their home beside the lake
Maybe I’ll sit there writing poems
As the kangaroos come by
This be paradise to me
It’s where I’d like to die.

13 June 2014 @ 1430hrs.






Details | Ballade | |

I do believe in God

I do believe in God

It is believed by many folk
That me, I don’t believe
In God, but that’s not really true
I will not they deceive
It’s true I don’t believe at all
All those dusty sacred books
But I know there is a god
She’s everywhere I look.

I see a tree, a bird, a flower
A river, or the sea
I feel the breeze against my skin
I feel the mystery
Of all the sweetness that is life
And I don’t believe, ‘I KNOW’
For when the din is gone from me
I feel her very flow.

I see my god as feminine
Not masculine at all
For love, true love it comes from they
So very beautiful
Who love there daughters, and there sons
As only females can
And so I’ll call my god a ‘she’
God cannot be a man.

2 July 2014 @ 1220hrs.


Details | Blank verse | |

No No

NO-NO


It occurs, I know, Why does it occur? I don’t know
All say it occurred, Why occurred? they don’t know.
My query is to all is how can it be happened?

Without cause and effect if it is there occurs, we know why it occurs
We don’t know it occurs- does it occur by nature?

The separator must be keen to intrigue the value of construction
Setting matter perfectly in right place and order
To make it run run run

We put engine at works, at run, fly and at every job
He is sharp to order us leaving alone –but observes
To ply our engine requires our also association with it
Being driver, pilot engineer and conductor other master

For his built he is clever to put us at run and at shut
When he rages stops us from moving putting in his gallows
Danger his am is we don’t see how he shuts blade of cause

Know clue, find him obviously he is kind and find
I love him he loves me He is in my in
We both are galloping in the form of life and human being.


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit Flight (LOVE)

A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight 
now, I lay me down to sleep
a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward
my third eye of perception wide and receiving 
an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward 
a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight    
purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension 
I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift
a garden of light and energy suspended free
my spirit heeds the call as I drift 
submersed in a love words cannot express
I drown in light...............




The Spiritual Dream 
A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream"  
By Rick Parise


Details | Ballad | |

THE GREAT FOREST TAPESTRY

In a basin of jewelled bronze

The leaves lay

Many colours

Of many shades

To become a tapestry

Trees never die

They are forever made

 

A soft wind blew

Gentle on the leaves

The Queen took them

Kissed them too

Made many

Threads spun

Magical weaves

The trees have begun

 

Upon the cloth

A mighty tree grew

In shades of green

Of soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches, seen

 

The trunk grew strong and tall

Of threads spun

Texture of bark

I can hear its’ heart

The first of many

The trees have begun

  

Branches reached out to play

Touching the sky

The joy

To see how it grew

Everyday

 

The leaves from the basin

Of jewelled bronze

 Carried by the summer queen

With a soft kiss….

One by one

They were blown onto the tapestry

The leaves multiplied

Faeries darted back and forth

Sewed each one

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The tree has begun

 

The heart of the tree

Could be heard

Very softly sighing

The first of many

Upon a tapestry

Where leaves were laid

Branches reached out

Touching the sky

That a Queen made

 

To a castle door

Leaves were left

Memories of suns

and seasons

For trees never die

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The trees have begun

 

 


Details | Ballade | |

In the hills of Crystal Haven

In the hills of Crystal haven.


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

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

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

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

Dec 9 2003


Details | Lyric | |

So perfectly

So Perfectly

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

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

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

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

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Misty morn in Nornalup

Misty morn in Nornalup

In Nornalup
It’s a cool old winter’s day
The mist it rises from the river
In a grand mysterious way
A grass tree nestles in the center
Of two old spindly trees
As Dawn it seems so very still
No sign of any breeze.

Across the river
The mist hides tall green trees
As dead trees they stand out like ghosts
And what my eyes do see
Is mystery, pure mystery
As all alone am I
In these early morning hours
As the night begins to die

A Pelican floats by
And in his silent form
I feel something so magical
As deep within is born
A song of life, sweet mystic life
As tears flow from my eyes
 Tears of joy, and happiness
As the morning passes by.

8 May 2014 @ 0710hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

It's Destny

It’s Destiny

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

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

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

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


Details | Limerick | |

The Frog Who Could See His Future

While watching man jog to his friend
A frog croaked a future portend
Man finished his jog
By sitting on log
And that’s how the frog met his end


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Rhythm Of Life

Joanna Davis

The' jingle, jangle', of life’s bustling pace
is filled with concords of the human race.
Towards and ending that’s yet to unfold, 
for the next generation our story is old

The tour we embark on, each step we take,
is forever deciding the choices we make
The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive 
Will all play a part in how well we survive.

If you listen carefully to every sound,
you’ll flow with the music, not stumble around
When in tune with beat, each step you take,
Becomes part of life’s rhythm, make no mistake 


Details | Lyric | |

The whisper

The Whisper

In the softness of a diamond studded night
I felt that pregnant silence all around
And the moon she looked so magic in my sight
 As she cast her rich dark shadows on the ground.

I felt that mystic presence in the air
As I sensed an awesome power deep inside
And this essence it pervaded everywhere
As deep within my child, for freedom cried.

I heard the silence whisper to my heart
So soft, but oh so loud, and so, so, strong
As the voice of wisdom gently played it’s part
It’s very purity could not be wrong

‘Accept yourself’ the whisper seemed to say
You never know your time may not be long
Why not be here now, and live your life today?
            And let it be, and dance, and sing your song.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Only Breed

I smoked my pipe and I found some dreams stuck in a seam.
The ancients lifted me up and I saw through crystallize glass.
As I looked the seams popped and scattered into a great mass.
The dreams were set free from my light of a shiny bright beam.
 
Now I have flashing darts in my eyes that shine as I will deem.
Now I am looking at you and you and you as green as the grass.
But that’s okay because now my eyes can gloss you up as brass.
Eventually, I will find a light inside of you with a sparkly gleam.
 
My visions are set up forth,
Free and clear with a deed.
Look to the Star of the North,
You shall find my only breed.
 
Be this to you or be this to me,
Scattered dreams in you I see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


Details | Haiku | |

Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me


Details | I do not know? | |

Into the wild

Winter has come
water banks freeze
colorful sun
drift away please.
smoke forest calm
not a sound made
frost covered palms
snowy mountain fog fades.

Little marshmallow snow drops
arrive and fall, come with me we'ell ascend
through the cocoa plants stunned crops
the coldness, old mighty nature please befriend.
golden spiral artwork of nature
within the deep land lies the bitter
like the summit, so major
always frozen the sun shines, ice glitters.

Hush now follow me
into the wild devoid of humans
seize my hand leave reality lets flee
be my crewman.
we can now sail our ship
can't forget your thinking hat
let your mind unzip, 
but i'l tell you now, we may never make it back.
sorry, that's how nature just is.


Details | Free verse | |

And all that could of been

the longevity of life
This is not fortold
forbidden then hidden
Long days ago
But I would think the world is old
For it cry's and moans
Like a dying mans soul
Unable to make a claim
It endures and withers
Withering in pain
As its children feed
On its remains
I stand and wonder
About lost days
Has it all been a waste?
In this twilight
I turn toword the sun thinking
What we could of done
Closing my eyes
I wait for the end
And all that could of been


Details | Pantoum | |

A Psychedelic Pantoum

A vivid green cat strolled fast across the ceiling
As the wolves disappeared into the walls
The sky was stumbling neatly underfoot
And birds perched high above in the roots of deep blue trees

As the wolves disappeared into the walls
Bright clouds growled, thick with lightning
And birds perched high above in the roots of deep blue trees
While I dreamt out loud, silently snoring underwater

Bright clouds growled, thick with lightning
Dark stones shone with brilliant thunder
While I dreamt out loud, silently snoring underwater
Obliviously aware of nothing at all

Dark stones shone with brilliant thunder
The sky was stumbling neatly underfoot
Obliviously aware of nothing at all
A vivid green cat strolled fast across the ceiling


Details | Haiku | |

sun shower

the sun shimmers as
sliding skies drop silvery
jewels on cupped hands


Details | Free verse | |

Skyward



I hear song amid the distant tree line
of winged angels singing praise
in sunlight prisms that flicker 
and white orchids of flowering lace
in conscious mind I retrace 
each moment of spirit great call
of soft water line pulsing
and visions that ebb my soul
one moment I climb out beyond 
this entrapment of body and flesh
and roll infinite in spirit 
with dust and ash of breath

for now 
my hands tightly folded
in a moment of praise and request
of divine heights I see climbing
to entwine eternities nest   

I drift in words held closely
of misty hymns fluttering light 
a breath
a sigh
a great release
one moment
a fraction in time
______________________________
         


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No. Nine, Doin' Fine

You can hold it in your hand, usually.


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CharlaXTitles11

 
Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are rules but eye will let them all apply to them my enemies at work and never eye. The horse runs well it has a heart so then they fill syringes from the start to inject the muscles of the neck to make the beast faster than the wind oh heck the animal is dead it never hit the ground but flew too fast and lost the race and life. Desert life is winterless but not without some weather life the sun is always shading and the water is found in sub altern placing near the animals for killing under the ledge of apprehension near the fire of desperation comes the frog and toad and watercrest nut sandwiches. Eye had been to the desert on a horse with no namme it felt good to be out of the rain. Voices come out at me from the air into mye membrain eye call it Disraeli musick it is usually someone in the area with a boom box or even cars with the windows rolled down can be the culprits they hound me when eye am hicking place to place. There is other answers to the crazxy place eye hear noises mad mostly by people in the other cubicles the walls are just invisible the talking is allowed. The thief cannot sneak in sneakers they squeak like he is sweating in his shoe laces. This brings me to mye priority eye. The reason that no one wants to be a Detective is the movies the guy may have had DAMES by the score but he had fights and was so sore the men were ruthless and left him spinning on the side of every road. The streets of New Nuevo York has gum shoe on them. The American idea of Indians and wampum has brought us to the test of food in rest or rants of foreign style they smile and bring the menu back to make certain that the orders write the man has pointed several times at five bills a whack. One from Column A and 2 from Column B brings us to a bill of $23. Well eye wanted some meat too but you are so expansive. Rice and curry hot mustard radishes. Try finding food in the summer time how careful now that eye a homeless one should be then tossing caution to the winding blowing wind when it seems only wrapped so tightly to keep flies at night away. To feed myself is easy to offer some to others almost impossible a few times eye have asked to share they slide that nostril in the air and leave the food to the one that found it in the lair of tossed and discarded things the general city the loose leaf cabbage so nicely adds a bite to the membrain of mye priority eye. 


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hands

lined arthritic hands age spots of autumn's presence.. basil~ garlic scent


Details | Sonnet | |

Weeping Willow

Was there aside a weeping willow tree
Which graced a field of flowers fraught with dew
Amid the dawn the bitter night now through
A maiden rests where straying eyes can’t see

She wore the blessing of a youthful hue
Her hair was long and brown and flowed so free
Her face aglow in heaven meant to be 
This flower’s beauty was a dream come true

And by her flowed a pool of reddened dread 
From heart that has forgotten how to beat
And eyes which saw this story come to close

So there she sleeps upon her final bed
And what had brought an end to one so sweet
A legend only weeping willow knows


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Cytheria Orchid

Calypso red dressed in dawn’s vague morning mist
Splendor painted behind the miasmic curtain
An enigmatic temptation dripping of murk and shadow
A delicately cruel mélange lost within nature’s backdrop
A barb in the thigh of our daily pious pilgrimages
Imprisoned beneath a shallow earthy grave
Forcing and screaming it entices it’s own release
In a measured fury of escape and conquest
The fragile orchid screams a silent blossom of victory
And worshipped thanks to the morning sunshine


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Awakening

I can remember every time 
I've watched the sun rise.
Each time so much
different from the last.
The awakening of the world,
the pulse of it all,
always the same.
I can feel the rumble of her heart
beat right through me.
Oh how I cherish 
these moments of peace.


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SHADOWS AND FLAME(a fantasy)

What lurks in the shadows late at night-
Out in the forest and out of sight,
What is that glare, that dancing light,
            Shadows and flame.

Who stands over there among the trees,
Buzzing around with sounds like bees,
Looking at me as if he sees--
          Shadows and flame.

Stop! He is coming this way!
What do I do! What should I say?
He is so handsome, it drives me insane-
    And into the shadows and flame.

And now he speaks, with voice so soft-
I feel I'm floating down from a loft,
And now I see all around me,
         Shadows and flame.

He speaks to me of love so true,
I hope in my heart that I'll never rue-
The day I met him while feeling so blue
While walking into Shadows and Flame.

Use your imagination and Enjoy!!


Details | Lyric | |

Tranquility

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


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

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

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


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Spring is seeping in

Spring is seeping in

I can feel it seeping in
Spring season’s on it’s way
Lord Sun is shining vibrantly
It’s a precious kind of day
One fountain gurgles pleasantly
While another chuckles low
There’s a kind of magic in the air
That kind of makes me glow.

This wondrous essence that I feel
It be so strong in me
I guess I’m not the only one
In everyone it be
It seems though few have felt it
They keep it hid within
Yet when it moves into ones soul
The dance it must begin

A Honey eater with striped face
Breaks into tender song
He has the most delightful voice
That really does belong
Within the heart of every man
It gives such sweet delight 
As I sit here soaking beauty in
The sun shines soft, yet bright.

11 August 2013 @ 1732hrs.


Details | Choka | |

Full Moon Vision


O """""""""""""""""""""""""""""" I see the future in opulent promise without contempt rising free in sleepless vision each pearl white facet lingers as the ebbing tide retreat """""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Contest ~ "What Happens During A Full Moon" Poet ~ Rick Parise October 13, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Agape

_____WHILE ON EARTH_____
...And so there are many sea that beautify the earth!
So there are many mask still dim
And source of considerable mirth

Earth- its whole is a unique hue
And the sea and the cloud and the wings and the hills
...And so there are still many gigantic queue!

On land we herd animal
And on it, we mammal lives
... And so on it we born and die as a trial.



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Moonsignor

In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.

His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.

Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.

It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.


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THE OWL

THE OWL

Seeing far and wide
Patiently waiting 
He plans

The movement of his head
Is measured and silent 
As always he is in stealth mode
Listening in stereo for that 
Whispering rustle
That gives the vole away 

Perched like a ghost 
On a moonlit night 
He hoots
Announcing to the night
That he is on sentry duties

Target is found

He lifts and floats downwards
Silently
Deadly
Alighting on an unwary vole


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Black Love

  
                 Black LOVE

             My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while 
 they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
 followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she 
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.

                         By
                     Jay Johnson


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

How glorious the sunset!

One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar,
and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away,
and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came 
out to play,
to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks 
below my feet like scars,
and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean 
spreads across the world to touch the shore,
and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of 
you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear


Details | Couplet | |

Birds In Flight

<                                    birds in perilous flight

                            illuminating to this watchful eye's sight


                                          
                               outstretched wings ~ soaring high

                                bidding  ado ~ waving goodbye 




                                      homebound is their quest

                           offsprings await  safe return ~ back in nest



                                            red sky ~ tonight

                                    glad ~ I've captured this flight



                                      oh fly ~ my feather friends

                                    hope to see you  ~  once again


                                        

                                     for this love ~ so brand new
  
                                        what's drawn ~ me to you








Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Heaven Sent Smiles Contest
G.L. All

                                   


                                  
                                     

                                


                              



                                    



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Flow My Tears he said

listen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NtbunQgEi_0



marooned …

she looked sad
when I stopped her
the action of a theory
almost mad as sure
determination grows
four . identification
a matter of when
we show
unification . politico
perfectus to socio
… it’s the order she knows
a pandora . a where now
of why she goes . she echoes
of bio . psyche . technico
the sixth
a scent undeniable
and undetectable
but for the few
….

she looked up
and knew
in his eyes
the truth
.

I’m out of time
genetically modified
to not show 
and I’m rogue
….

stunned 
and in stereo
her voice within him
let his mind say go

and she was gone
a para . sight
of entangled song
.

the names Callisto
she drove on
as he watched her
fade to colors unseen

” it’s where I’ve been “

he could hear her
a new horizon
unknown of when
she’d return

.

lines of dimension
distort in a form
unmentioned
a storm of disorder
in a Jovian doam
.
her intention
is to move in time




inspired by
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
Philip K Dick
" and I don’t know why "


Details | Rhyme | |

3 - Messenger from the Dead

In Hell where I may reside,
if death is not on my side.
Hunger that weeps to no end,
this darkness within my den.

As you enter my palace of pain,
fear not if you have not to gain.
Though previous life proved not,
judgement upon fears are sought.

And so the righteous shall avenge,
in my domain that seeks a revenge.
Cannot escape a wrath left in wake,
my vengeance is all that keep sake.

When I merge the dead with your dreams,
absolute power amongst all that screams.
Should a hundred years from my death,
not exist within the truth spoken breath.

Thus my soul is sacrificed for trading,
greatest power in all my soul waging.
Shall this price not be enough to pay,
the wicked shall cower before I prey.


Details | Senryu | |

hunter's bullet fired

hunter's bullet fired turtledove falls swiftly down... white aura floats up poet collapses upon kitchen floor silence... white garment caress white light very bright draws dove poetess to come... white light tunnel's end
Who knows what it is...


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Time

Ancient thoughts that robbed my mind
Twin only to celestial time
Idled is how time is seen
oh how lonely time must be
Death has swallowed time erase
get thee thither no time to waste
Endless mirrored time prolonged 
thrushed into timeless beautifully adorned
Mocking recklessly marveling at the chase
Longing for time to take her place


Details | Ballade | |

The super artist

The super artist

With each, sweet, precious moment
There’s a different kind of show
As I sit and watch these Tingle trees
How they glisten, how they glow!
Soft branches dance on cooling breeze
Beyond the river shore
Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen
As it sparkles more and more.

Am I standing here in Heaven?
What be this wondrous bliss?
That comes from all this beauty?
I’m mesmerized by this
As the sun shines on those Tingle trees
And I watch this picture show
A feeling soft and beautiful
Within my heart does glow.

There has to be some power
In the heavens up above
Who keeps this sun a shining
He’s an artist filled with love
He has those special powers
To fill each soul with bliss
As his colours fill the Universe
When he the World does kiss.

26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs.


Written for the 'Beauty contest'


Details | Free verse | |

Goddess of night

You lay in the arms of darkness;
a rose bleeding pedals across the sky
and your pure tears of light 
drip upon cities and seas and forests.

Why do you cry, Mirror of hearts?
Your beauty, none could surpass.
Your countenance, like that of an angel… and yet lonely.
Do you weep for your captivity to Time?
Is the sadness you permeate for humanity’s oblivion?
In the distance I hear wolves calling your name
and you smile sadly, stroking their yearning howls with mystery. 
The hallows of sound echo your soft humming throughout the past.
For a brief moment, your tenderness is tangible.
Then, ominously you shroud yourself with Heaven’s mist
like a bride to marry the sky.

Dawn will soon awake the birds in song…
Illumination will conquer the hold of darkness
and you will leave, only to return again.

I will see you once more, my beautiful
Goddess of night.


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Dancing With The Stars

granite archway view
planetary shuffling 
dancing with the stars


Details | I do not know? | |

Chapters

Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness










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Haiku Four

Bottle of Irish
Abandoned by bartender
Emptied so he thought


Details | Sonnet | |

The Raven

The Raven

Handsome bird as black as coal
You have such piercing eyes
And too such wondrous shiny sheen
You look so very wise

Some call you messenger of God
Some say you symbolize
Death, and dark misfortune
I love your lonesome cries

I see in you magnificence
I love the look of you
A carrion eater you might be
But that’s just what you do

To me you’re filled with mystery
A mystic, magic bird, you be.

8 July 2014 @ 1352hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Why?'s to Wise? Romance

I sit, at night, on the concrete pad laid before my door.
My buttocks chilling through the fleece of my sweats,
My knees and hips aching from a day well traveled,
sitting at the threshold of the second half of my century here.

The moon is elsewhere, involved in its business of 
Gaining on and fading from its apogee.
Dragging deeply on my cigarette, 
I stare up and out, into the mottled sky.

I see something to my right, I adjust, but it is not there.
I see something to my left, I adjust, but it is not there.
Right and left, left and right, the stars dance truly only
In the corners of my eyes.

Now I know.

My undiscovered love is like movement in the dark.
When I search for him, when I bring all my focus acute on him, 
he dissolves.

One day, perhaps, he will saunter up, and I will see him,
In the corner of my eye.

I can at last see EVERYTHING,
In the corner of my eye.


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Psalm of Death - Longfellow Rewrite for AP Lit

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Death is but an empty grave,
And the soul dies in that slumber,
Which will rot its bones away.

Death is merely but a passage,
No, the grave is not its goal;
Beyond the boundaries of age
Hearst you true words of the soul.

'Tis enjoyment and 'tis sorrow
That destined is to fill our days
And 'tis true as we grow older
We find us farther from today;

Yet art is long and time is fleeting
And we must wisely choose to change
How we spend our current meeting
While onward march we to the grave

In the world’s broad field of battle,
And torment of impending death
Be not scared, nor be frightened
Rather lift up high your head

Believe in the coming future
Learn from the passing past
Make your living in the present
                Leave handprints on many a heart 

Lives of great men are all studied
But truly remembered are only those
Who’ve departing left behind them
A bright smile, of love a dose

Memories, that perhaps another
Pushing through the feats of life
A forlorn and shipwrecked lover
Seeing, once more shall fall in love

Let us then be up and doing, persevering
With a goal deep in our hearts and minds
Still achieving, still pursuing, knowing 
With love nothing is far behind
And even though one day we surely
Meet our passage through death and grave
We boldly move on forward trusting
We’ve made the best of every day

And behind us that we loved ones leave
To spread the knowledge we’ve acquired
“Of death afraid you shall not be,
And can become all you aspire”


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scented buds

in a lost corner

among weeds, thrives a lone rose----

speaking scented buds


Details | Free verse | |

SLEEP WITH THE DOT

“You won’t be satisfied’
	-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
	turning gold
       dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
	foxed by (un)bound faith,
          berarted by depraved independence…..

i was apt to imagine,
         the emblem of affable federalism
	interfering the transmission from the scriptures,

		The (--(SCRIPT)--)

Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
	If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.

Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
		-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
  encompass the darkness,
  there may not be a rain today
  and sweat may again adhere to my body
  pleading for its liberation from self.

Even with the door left ajar,
	i will not enter the garden
		experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
       on the chess-board
   spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
             dissolve in my ears,
           plugging my veering mind,	
     drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.

But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
                 obsessed with wounds,
                     resisting the warmth,
      in the air of sustained captivity!?

I should arise now….
   I must arise now
        with my black apparels on
        to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
       my maid doesn’t wipe out 
       the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
      I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
          and to depart,
                        forever….


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Finding God

Finding God

Look in the mirror every day
From the periphery
See the silence that’s in you
Look at the mystery
In all of nature: hear thee well
The love songs of the birds
Read a book all filled with beauty
Just ingest the words.

Close your eyes, and stop the mind
Look at what’s within you
Listen to that silent whisper
She tells you things so true
Without a word, the truth will come
Just feel the mystery
Watch the breeze, and dancing trees
Let them enter into thee.

Watch the sunrise each new morn
And the sunset every night
Let each moment come and go
And feel Gods sweet delight
Then you surely will find her
She’s not too far away
She’s always there awaiting you
Every moment of the day.

11 August 2014 @ 1


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Spinning The Abuse Web

Watching the spider as he catches his prey
Spinning his web, delivering venom 
Back and forth doing his work skillfully
There in the web a little Gheni Wasp

Fight back each time the spider approaches
Trying to sting and get away at the same time
Each time the Wasp gets weaker _more paralysis
Soon the spider can't move but still alive_barely

The spider slowly digest the wasp_eats _enjoys
Using it up until just a shell__inside empty
But still fear_each time the spider approaches
Fear_torment until death__then spider starts again


Details | Didactic | |

Winter Spell (Fulton 4x4)

S n o w
K e p  t 
G o d ’s
F e e  t



Details | Sonnet | |

Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Haiku | |

note in a bottle




note in a bottle floating years on the ocean who sent it and why?


Details | Rhyme | |

Beautiful Acacia

God’s most perfect gift

Oh, what perfect beauty
Like little yellow gems
Nestled midst those prickly leaves
Oh, how much love them
They sparkle in the morning sun,
And give my heart a lift
Oh that sweet Acacia
She’s Gods most perfect gift.

16 August 2013 @ 


Details | Sonnet | |

Four Winds of Heaven

My wind to the East you are my least.
My wind to the West you are the test.
Each and every day you are your best.
Each and every day you battle a beast.
 
My wind to the South you are a feast.
My wind to the North you are a crest.
Each and every day you never do rest.
Each and every day a new life leased.
 
The Sun makes your air.
The Moon is your guide.
Stars are always up there.
All of you are my pride.
 
Each of you I will easily leaven.
You are my four winds of heaven.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | Ballade | |

Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails
I’ve not done this for a while
It’s not the same as the older days
When I used to walk for miles
My body’s getting older now
I’m easing off a bit
And yet these wetlands filled with life
I love them, I admit.

Whilst walking I got kind of high
The clouds were in the sky
As the rain was teeming down
I heard the ravens cry
As two of them flew over head
Giving out their lonely calls
There’s something about these big black birds
That be so beautiful.

Then I saw a flock of swallows
About a hundred strong
They were not singing tenderly
I heard no kind of song
But my, those birds, they seemed to dance
They whirled and twirled around
And put my mind into a trance
As I trod the grassy ground.

I walked for just an hour or two
As that rain, it soaked the earth
Oh. Walking through these wetland trails
Is a thing of so much worth
Then I went home to write some poems
To celebrate my day
And let the day just do its thing
As I went on my way.

15 August 2013 @ 1350hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Evening in Nornalup

Evening at Nornalup

Dead white branches reach for sky
Nestled in a cloak of green
Little bird breaks into song
On this evening so serene
He sings his song unto the dusk
As he bids the day goodnight
Until the day wakes up again
And the Sun again shines bright.

Bold painted parrot rests in tree
As Rosella, coloured bright
Feeds on seed from the bird feeder
And my senses he delights
Silence comes with the darkening skies
Little boats come floating by
And add to the feel of the mystic moment
As the day begins to die.

Soft, gentle voice, sings out sweet song
Which fills the velvet night
As blanket darkness takes on over
And gives such sweet delight
Here on the banks of the painted river
So far from the dust and smoke
Then the rain comes falling down
The velvet grass to soak.


Details | Rhyme | |

A World Finished

Snakes flying all over in the air 
And all creatures living without care
Wild animals swimming in the water 
Grouped or ungrouped does not matter
Strange to see all this happening 
No worry and none frightening 
The scorpions chose to suck the blood 
A sort of senseless, baffling method   
But then a cloud full of earthworms landed on earth
Wherever possible the creatures giving birth  
And the walking prawns on the land 
Don’t care for being with the sand 
Bothered only to get into the cloud 
And eating the worms, feeling proud 
Bats flying in random
No one feeling boredom 
Snakes and bats colliding with each other in air 
All that happens, for they don’t scare    
So much populated and dense the world turned out to be 
Some people living like animals by hanging on the tree  
That nothing seems to be in control 
Living without responsibility and role 
All living things, blatant by the heart 
They all concerned only to play their part
Never felt that they are hurting others 
Pulling hair and snatching feathers
As nobody feeling the pain 
Nothing to lose and gain 
Some people dying on the spot 
Never bothered and care about  
But many more of them giving birth wherever they like 
And the population without shame is always on the rise  
Nothing bothered the people 
No matter if they are not capable
Dragons, crocodiles, beasts all around 
In the waters and on the land they are found 
And no chance to construct a house and live in 
They all concerned only about eating and drinking in  
If anything comes their way they will do it 
But not education they prefer for the solution 
As there is no importance given to education 
One should realize that if there is no education 
Then for all the problems there will be no solution 

 


Details | Free verse | |

Can it

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


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


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


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


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Goodnight show

Goodnight show

Fountains gurgle songs of laughter
As the breeze joins in the song
Then they come, those big pink parrots
They arrive in quite a throng
As silence greets the song of evening
How it echo’s in my being
The sun makes for to say goodnight
What a lovely sight I’m seeing

Green parrot drifts into the garden
He is looking kind of wary
He knows Galahs will see him off
These pink birds they can be scary
When they gang up on this parrot
Who really only wants to eat
He makes a kind of trilling note
That makes the silence very sweet.

Galahs they eat, and then depart
To the comfort of the trees
Protected from the predators
Where they will retire at ease
Green parrot knows that now he’s safe
So he heads towards seed tray
And then he too takes to the treetops
As the night farewells the day.

15 July 2014 @ 1525hrs.


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Midnightmare

The moon's a globule 
Assymetrically-specked
Freckled with moonrocks
Wolves roost and shriek off-tuned hymn-- -
Tufts of fear drip-drop   elsewhere.





Details | Haiku | |

Alien Rewound

clearly a strange fish                                                                                                 now you don't now you see it                                                                                       alien weaver                                                                                                               *                                                                                                                          *     -  Bizarre, see-through sea creature baffles angler
  Salpa maggiore


Details | Ballade | |

As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

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


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

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


Details | Ballade | |

The beauty of the wetlands

 
Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory



Details | Haiku | |

Lady of the Moon

Exquisite beauty
Wrought in pearls and fine silver
Bathing in soft light.


Details | Free verse | |

A Moonlit Night

Dancing moonbeams shone down
cavorting with the playful shadows
the lake gleaming with silvery tones
as the beams danced on its surface

The only sound to be heard is that
of a hooting owl perched up high
keeping a close eye for its dinner
suddenly silently swooping down

In the middle of the still lake
a perfect replica of the moon
that orb of mysterious magic
captured for a brief few seconds

Then it disappears as clouds pass
blanketing out its light momentarily
the world now very dark and quiet
as if nature herself holds her breath

Sliding back out into open skies
it hangs there all silvery bright
casting its shadows once more
filling the world with its light


Details | Rhyme | |

ANOTHER CHALLENGE TO PURSUE LIFE AND FATE

It's the desire to do better with a fresh lead
and with success on mind, not thinking of failure:
I find that doorway to escape and dream,
but remaining anonymous is no adventure.


Without impromptu or consciousness,
I wake up to a sunrise which coruscates...
becoming brighter by blinding my sight,
then I become beauty-incarnate and sigh. 


Laying down with the head up on the fresh grass,
I accept another challenge to pursue life and fate...
not seeking a gloomy, clandestine place to face
ignoble fear in a cosmos which was created to elate.


Follow me and experience what makes me wake up and be as happy as a cuckoo,
touch the fragile corolla of daisies and inhale their aroma as dreamers tend to do,
and looking straight up, observe the awesome Universe so vast, beautiful and blue...
won't you take another challenge to pursue life and fate without clashing with a clue?


Details | Ballade | |

Morning Marsupials

Morning Marsupials.

It’s half past four, morning time
The sky be dark, dark blue.
As Venus shines there all alone
I see two Kangaroos
They cross the road in front of me
Then on the other side
They stand like statues watching me
All kind of sanctified.

They stand there for a little while
They be so curious
And then into the half lit morning
The two go bounding off.
On this cool fresh summers morning
With the breeze upon my skin
These handsome fellows soothe my soul
And still the minds dull din.

It’s funny, I’ve three cameras
Yet none with me today
If I’d have brought one with me
{As be my usual way}
I’d never see me hide nor hair
Of these sweet Marsupials
I didn’t get no picture
But they were beautiful.


Details | Rhyme | |

Confessions

The flowers-
they do bloom today;
the smell they bring,
does drift away.

A world so filled with strife
whom shall taketh-
though not giveth life?

I-who stand and question-
to which you may or may not listen;
which thoughts shall I mention?
What may be said, to ease unnecessary tension?
to give or receive life’s lesson?
to dwell, or to write your confessions?


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 | Rhyme | |

You Question My Heart

You question my heart
And curse my soul,
Adding bullshit to bullshit
With a mouth so bold.
Many have problems
but ours are too cold,
And if it doesn’t change now
It’ll be till we`re old.

You question my heart
And call my love my lies,
We both hurting and we’re yelling
And refuse to sympathize.
Minds colliding, crashing, in twine,
I’m sitting right in front of you
But you say I’m hard to find.

You question my heart
Cause you forgot my love,
And you a stranger to me
In the place of my beloved.


Details | Free verse | |

Fairy tears

Amongst the buttercups and daisies
Afore the early rising sun
Is where you’ll find wet fairy tears
Glistening on your lawn.
They lay as drips on blades of grass
They soak your shoes and feet
They’re where you’ve trampled once again
Then gone indoors to eat.
Then fairies they come out to play
And dance under the stars
And mischievous elves will prank around
While firefly drive like cars.
But when they see how much that we
Have damaged their small world
The fairy drops to ground and weeps
Their magic’s been unfurled.
The little dew drops gently left
Are fairy tears my friend
For with sun and magic of natures hand
Comes repair to make amend.
Be carful where you put your foot
A fairy might live and care
So be polite when you are asked
Keep off the grass walk there.


Details | Free verse | |

Some Days The Air Is Thick With It

Some Days The Air Is Thick With It
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift 
Some days…The air is thick with it
I open the door and know something is coming
The world is transformed… quivering
The air swirls and shimmers
as if caught up in 
God’s Gossamer hung fingertips
The cricket and locust’s song drifts
in and out
as if they were hammocking 
in fairy filled seed pods
The branches above 
hang low with light-struck dew
and damp sun dipped green
Time floats and bends
The smells of fresh cut grass and Eden air 
rush around me
The stars shine unseen with knowing abandon
You are with me… around me… in me
I hear you… feel you… taste you
and know what it is you want to say
other days
I feel completely alone… but knowing better
I hang on.


Details | Limerick | |

Mundane Infernality

As strong as I'am after all I've been in tune.
Couldn't believe that I lives haven one's unbeing.
Even when am afar to tire to fall asleep. 
If then wasn't a time and once I were to reflect.
Since awful truths is all that is coming into being  appetative.


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonlight Sonata

Intricately designed castles With millions of tiny pebbles Sparkling golden sands of beaches Stretching at the edge of churning seas Become erased without a trace When high tide moves in rolling waves. Children's handprints, lovers footprints Gone, their presence a shimmering Missed perhaps by the misty seas But captured by lunar magnetism And the moonlight has been enhanced And her walk has turned to a dance. CarolineCecile © 06.01.12


Details | Rhyme | |

As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
To herald in day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburras crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the sounds of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.


Details | Alliteration | |

INVERTED

The trembling thumb of threatening thunder
Strikes silvery shimmering of silken sludge
And adjoins an arch on alter of an afforest.
It inverts insipid immobility of irrationality.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LIGHT COMING FROM THE DARK HOUSE

The fields of wheat have grown tall,
and the path is almost invisible,
and over there the little girl stares 
at the light coming from the dark house.


She wonders who lives in that big, scary house,
which only the owls watch from a roof color maroon; 
and while there's no sign of the iridescent moon, 
its silver moonbeams startle a scurrying mouse. 


" Who lives there? " " Is he the graveyard keeper? "
" Why only one window is lit? " She suspiciously asks herself
by not going forward a foot, thinking of turning back
and be safe at home...dreaming of her adorable heart-breaker.  


Imagine if this frightening scenery were real,
she would run like a hunted zebra and scream her lungs out,
discovering that the light coming from the dark house is used for a kill...
and the murderer is none other than the rabbit eater with a voice so tart!


Details | Haiku | |

Three

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

cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

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

Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

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

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

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Details | Free verse | |

Hysterical People

Hysterical People

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



Details | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Natures Lace

autumn morning silken web of fragile thread spider weaves


Details | Free verse | |

Captain Africa

I am an African warrior,
born from the womb of the giant
flower, deep in the forest.

Mother Nature has bestowed
me powers to protect Her creation,
and Her divine legacy. 

Forest fires turn to mist,
when I blow into them;
Poachers run away when I summon
red ants with my mind;
I sometimes shape-shift into a guide,
if you are lost in the forest.

When I’m hungry,
bees carry honey in giant leaves,
and bring it before my shrine.

I am immortal, even to the gods….   


Details | Rhyme | |

Between the Trees in the Dark Forest...

Between the trees in the dark forest,
Called a voice filled with fear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Everything was dark, and nothing was clear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Flowers cried immortal tears,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Frightened whispers, that's all you can hear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Torment is all you see,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
You can still find some mercy....


Details | Couplet | |

Full Moon

Look at the bright full moon
It appeared so soon
Stare at the skies
While the ground is lit by fireflies
Absorb the scene
At midnight, its so serene
A scene of perfection
To it, there can be no rejection
Listen to the echo of silence
A precedent for an act of violence
Here I am showered in this light
No resistance, nothing else in sight
Giving me catastrophic power
My expectations were no lower
I sense a change in me
A demon that has been set free
A monster hiding under my skin
As if it were my very own kin
I can feel my features disfigure
Thanks to this mystical trigger
I feel indestructible
Annihilation I'll cause, unthinkable
I'm a hunter by instinct
All my logic, extinct
This little prey
Will have a price to pay
I'll play with it for a while
Run after it for a mile
Corner it, then I will
Savouring every moment of my kill
Every bite is a bliss
Feels like an angelic kiss
Every slash is holy
Giving me ultimate glory
My conscience watches the horrific scene
While the remains of my victim, I clean
In my head its a melody in tune
That is my curse and the full moon


Details | Free verse | |

Waking Inside Up

Fuzzy, whispered words
    spread silent fog
and cotton softness

across the landscape of my soul

I, attentive, listen 
   to the fulsome silence,

spread my self
    into the fog,

every soular cell in me
   baptized

Whispered, fuzzy words
            dissolve
into music and melody –

a choir of angels –

a deeply familiar,
                                               distant tune

In exultation,
I sing along
the soundtrack of my life

Mozart would be pleased

8/19/07
This just came to me a few minutes ago, and insisted that I post it right away -- and I do
what the voices tell me...


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 | Free verse | |

Event On The Bog

     Event On The Bog 

A dazzling bright light
In a blinding flash
Thunders through the night sky
Broke it open
On an otherwise silent Scottish marsh
Remote and dense are the waters there
But a moment… an event
Revealed a vast blue dome
Shocked to life in the yellow red blast
Then back to black again
No one the wiser
Only a faint hot hissing
Something heavy 
Sounding in the mist going down
Hidden by the bog
 


Details | Lyric | |

RAINTER

Rainter! O my Rainter! What are you, Rainter?
Are you a new season tinted by holy painter?
Rain is falling hard even in this freezing winter,
Everywhere disgust roams like a lonely hunter.

The winter rain congeals brains, soaks hearts,
With its two ice-cold hands and crying eyes.
Nature is camouflaging itself in several parts
To display how changing carpet of Time flies.

Rainter, a fragment of Nature’s jumbled play,
Is nothing but a cyclic blend of its crude tools.
Some would sense it exciting, others may say
“Rainter, thou art disgusting except to the fools”


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean's Chamber

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Feelings in the early morn

Feelings in the early morn

Here be I amidst the flowers
Playing the poets role
As soft leaves dancing on the breeze
Lend magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds give out sweet prayer
That fills the air with harmony
As joy is everywhere.

A rose of pink and yellow hues
Sends perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To that softest silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden swathed  in bliss
Such solace I have found.

My working days all finished now
I watch the day go by
And melt within it peacefully
There’s just this morn and I
This silence, how it soothes my soul
And fills me with such power
Intoxicating me with sweetness
To bring my heart to flower.


Details | Free verse | |

Emerald furnace

Euphoric light bounces 
from the countless gems
that nature produces after pillars bleed 
withered rubies carried away by wind
to destinations unknown. 

Here and there bursts a spark of colourful joy
in the midst of a sea so alive.
All shades of cold stone and dark
give generously to creatures 
tracking on earth’s crust. 

Spring brings with it the glow
of melancholic shimmer
across lush valleys and mountains high.

In desire after the sun’s warmth
these still sustainers of life
create a glimmer of beauty’s hope,
shedding bark to time,
carrying the mysteries of old,
enduring the trials of season,
slowly reaching to touch Heaven’s face.
Moving to the waves of wind, 
aging to birds’ melody, 
falling to the rhythm of our needs,
nature whispers into humanity’s ears.

Oblivion serves to blind our eyes to
an ecstatic dance of the emerald furnace.


Details | Free verse | |

Immortal as the Earth

Death - the final state of me?
Or this, my dust and bone
as part of Earth to be
transformed in time to rock or tree?

Atoms of me gathered on the wind
Scattered, ground or sprinkled
into some other kind of destiny
Organically and chemically, my
minute molecules in food chain spree
gobbled by a giraffe or a monkey
or as sound, a violin's sobbing melody ?

Part of this Earth, a new grown seashell
or - a blade of meadow grass
bowed in reverence to winds that pass
My thoughts on paper infinite to tell
Shades of immortality- my Earth- myself
Suzanne Delaney


Details | Narrative | |

Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


Details | Ballade | |

Seeing by starlight

Seeing By Starlight.

I’m strolling on this clear, dark night,
All fancy free, dog by my side
I love to walk these lonely streets
My senses sharp, and open wide
The darkness even bolder now
‘Cause no moon rides the sky
And I just want to drink it in
Don’t want the scene to die.

I look up at the velvet sky
And I see a million gems.
And then I see a shooting star!
{Now and then you see them}
As I behold the mystery,
Of that milky kind of grey.
That space where lies, all mystery
They call the Milky Way.

The trees they look like coal black shadows,
And the grass trees growing there,
They look like people of the night,
All lurking everywhere.
They even spook our sherry girl,
[She’d make no killer dog]
But oh that feel there in the air!
Be this the breath of God??

About 1993.


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How I Long For--

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my 
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--

Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a 
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--

Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing 
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--

Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--

Eye is twinkling...praying for 
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--

My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me

YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!

How I long for Your mercy...


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Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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stars

volcanic eruptions
planets collide becoming particals
atoms molecules
dust floating in an embryonic fluid
universes galaxies 
multidimensional wormholes
our awareness sliding through
milky ways constructed on a cellular level
nebulas new born planets
the light of several thousand suns being born at once
swimming through our bodies
we are the universe made up of stars  (C) mjr 2009


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Course of Winter

The bright flame flickers raging red
While bitter cold is frosting glass.
In stirring silence of the dead
The falcons sleep in straw bound casts.

Morning dew freeze into glass orbs,
And tuffs of cloud blanket the sky.
Great arms of oak boast silk white robes
While golden rays of sun deny.

Deny the comfort of its arms
So ice-capped hilltops glimmer still.
Winter cannot resist its charms
So wild western winds be tranquil.

With no coral the horses race
Through wooded valleys of the hawk.
Thus beating ground without a trace
Join deer and fowl atop the rock.

One giant leap is all it takes
To cover distance far and wide.
Civil culture freedom forsakes
But still dolphins unite the tide.

While flying air and water too
The forest bends to guard its caves
Defending never found so true
A love that earth itself still craves.

The grasses sway to redirect
The voices of the lands still heard
And echo thrice by intellect
A wisdom carried by the bird.

Grand silver wings the rivers grasp
For just one sweet and selfish kiss.
And so it leaves, fare in its clasp,
The waters flow in tasteful bliss.

As evening comes the eagles wake
To soar the midnight hour with ease.
We walk the night and peace we take
But never know us grace like these.


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Of Chaos and Desolation

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feeding to us a new breath of life


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Setting Sun

At the setting of the sun
When the day is finally won
Just a chance to take a rest 
The time of day I like the best

When the moon comes out play
The stars twinkle what’s to say
In the dark velvet sky above 
I can watch with the one I love

The night creatures they appear
The bats fly by so near
Badgers stir and hedgehogs to
Fox he has a job to do

Night is calm not like the day
Things go fast they do not stay
Rush of days just like a race
Night I love a different pace

The peace I find within my soul
The time I feel that I ‘am whole
Resting I know will not last 
For the day will come again to fast


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Sheep Of The Apocalypse

The sundown shroud of evening fell
To settle on the city's wreck
Of buildings broke by wicked spell
Called by fate's destructive beck.

And from afar they saw the shapes
Stark, bleak against the red sunset
The ruined outlined cityscapes
Unknown misfortune met.

The country folk had little need
And rarely ventured to the smoke
But still they could not but take heed 
And wonder how those buildings broke.

So, from afar they wondered at
What strange calamity befell
The city that had been so great
But what they couldn't tell

A strange flock from the west emerged
The sunset blooded red their fleece
Had some uncanny demiurge
A flock of demon sheep released?

But, no, they were just simple sheep
That somehow seemed to be astray
Unanswered though the questions creep
To where the flock had been that day

The strangest tales are oft untold
And sealed before the tale's begun
Since they had sneaked out from the fold
What dark deeds had those sheepies done?


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Untitled #307 / It's mid-October

It’s mid-October, and the cool morning air
refreshes and replenishes the players as they march
across a muddy lacrosse field, the low sun
that manages to peek through the gray clouds
glistening off the beady surface of grass blades.
The stage is set for glory.


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In My Head

So  in my head I've made a land,
Where far as you can see,
Is beauty, bliss, and truest wonder,
Overcomes our dreams.

And in this land I swear to you,
Its light is such a splendor,
A place for only you and me,
For both our hearts so tendor.

The aura mists around our souls,
are frosty yet it's warm,
And I know that when we're together,
we'll conquer all storms.

The water ripples, branches tickle,
The sky is dim yet brigt,
And though we make so much desicions,
I know we'll do what's right.

I promise to you Jacob,
I'll always be your girl,
I also promise to you dear,
We'll be safe in our world.


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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.


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The Sands Of Time

Grains of sand trickling down the narrow crystal neck of the hourglass Each grain a measure of that mysterious entity called Time The grains above hold the future The grains below store the past The moving grains capture the present At the hour's sunrise your flow begins At the hour's sunset it ends - The Sands Of Time


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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
 
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
 
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
 
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Ballad | |

LIKE AN ANGEL

LIKE AN ANGEL …………………angels…they really do exist…….. 






Looking into your eyes, 
I could see your undying love, 
Your wonderful smile brimming me up in joy, 
I just want to know, what makes you come back, 
To fill my soul with life and joy, 
You make me wonder of my soulless existence. 



Like an angel, you cast your spell upon me, 
Leaving me caught up in my memories. 
Your faith in me makes me to carry on 
To transcend over the horizon, 


You placed your hand upon my empty soul, 
You brought me back to life, 
Making my dreams real, 
Looking towards the sky, I could see your fragnant smile 

Like an angel, you rid me of my perils, 
You caress my soul as if I were your own, 
Dressed in white, you shine your light upon me, 
Helping me to wake from my soulless dream 


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The mystic dance

This mystic dance

They shake. They sway. They dance with glee
These limbs that grow from mother tree
As breeze she takes them on her back
She blows her leaves all down the track
As mystic river rolls along
I feel life’s power loud and strong
As I gaze up at the deep blue sky
Contentedly my heart does sigh

I won’t make bargains with the power
I watch each tree and every flower
I praise her for her tender gift
She gives my heart a lovely lift
 I thank her with my heart and soul
She made me breath, she made me whole
Gave me all this lovely splendor
 I stroll along, and I surrender

The river ripples, and it waves
As birds they sing, and my heart craves
To be within this mystic dance
This morning my heart does enhance
Each moment special just for me
As all I want to do is be
Not lonely though I’m all alone
I feel joy deep within my bones.

13 August 2014 @ 0530hrs.




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Entering the atmosphere

with no remorse he touched my shoulder as i collapse within seconds ..i tumble down a goal set..after i reached the point of no return even now when my core crumbles into a thousand pieces nothing more for me to do .. see how i loose weight and to be set on fire ...with the impact left behind in history .. i now return meteorite entering the atmosphere at the speed my heart goes everytime i see you again


Details | Haiku | |

Gaia

The Wind, see it move.
The trees, the grass, the world 'round.
Beauty in plain form.

A maiden so fair,
She's strong, loved, feared, worshipped.
A maiden not tamed.

Gaia, our mother,
She's a dream and a nightmare.
Unpredictable.

The sunrise, sun set,
Another day in her arms,
But then we grow up..

She's nothing to us,
Gaia is another planet,
That scientists probe.

Smashing my belief,
That my goddes is not real.
Why do this to us?

She is our mother,
Our home, who's wedded to our God.
We worship the earth.


Details | Quatern | |

Life on Earth matters not

When my life was spent
I lay on my death bed,
All bent and in torment
Wondering about where shall I be led?

I was scared,
The truth was now ready to be bared
Is there life after death,
Is hell there where I shall now give my worth?

It came, like a flash of lightning
I never felt any painful burning
I just closed my eyes
And opened them to new skies

He was there, a fair knight
He looked at me with expectation
My own spirit was shining so bright
I feel my heart melting, faced with this divine revelation

It was a world so still
Yet, I could not refrain myself from feeling a thrill
I was with God
I was, at last, with the leader of the herd!

A world it is, ruled by eternity,
It is there, a sanctity
Peace prevails
The Lord, for such, entails!

It matters not, he said
If you believe your life was not lived
Life on Earth is a temporary phase
Meant to shower you with false praise

Those who get attached to its false vision
Keep returning to its endless illusion
Be calm, be happy, here, you shall be free
Free to be as you do deem yourself to be!


Details | Rhyme | |

Giants of Gravity

Oh! monolithic bones ,life magnified 
In Millennial mists, what gravity, defied?
While you who shook the earth  have turned to oil
Somehow we can't forget your great turmoil
And left to probe the mystery in our psyche
Of how and why you disappeared from sight
Can wonder if Earth's forces changed against you
And plunged you to extinction overnight
If memory of our fear would disappear
Leviathan bones proclaim,  once you were here.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | I do not know? | |

The Starrs

Looking into the night sky 
The stars shine bright 
They light up the sky 
Trying to tell us thier story 
Living longer than a human 
They have seen more than you or i 
They know the mysteries we can not solve 
The stars will tell us thier story


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Have You Met Your End

I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end... 
to drift into the river's bend...

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
Forever...
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind 
But I see it in my mind’s eye

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…
Greedy…shady…

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite 

I'm not scared (of your absence)... 
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)

In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart

From His light

Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend? 

Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands

To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone" 
But, first: get your duties done

And then...we can welcome the sun 
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run

WITH ME! *smile* 


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Shores of Malta

Rhythmic swaying of peaceful waves
Tides align with the influential moon,
Lapping gently on wave-beaten shores
Of frothy seaweed and golden limestone.
Dazzling, too-blue-to-believe waters
Mirrored in the bright afternoon,
Eroded shores ancient with history
Keeping its secrets of thousands of mysteries.
Within honeyed walls that echo through time
Are whispers of old that try to be heard by modern age man,
Who is so out of tune and his instincts low,
Not keyed to the earth.
Age-worn battles of power abide
Never realising that they’re against the tide,
For the Earth surely in its finest hour, will win its opponent in war,
And seal them in through Earth’s activity.
A very good and fitting cemetery.


Details | I do not know? | |

Concentric Rings

Pebble tossed into waters deep Ripples awakened… from gentle sleep Concentric rings of force in search Of mossy banks ‘gainst which to lurch And said stone sinks deep… deep To mossy floor watched by perch …then seen no more… Small rock tossed, wraps silt around Then snuggles deep into muddy ground And sudden silence, not a peep! It calmly falls into stony sleep On mossy floor…in water deep To visions of rapids and craggy shore Watched by tadpoles …then seen no more… Pebble tossed into waters dank By chance and fate, and cosmos swept At random picked from rocky bank Like life and Nature’s mysteries kept... By chance and fate, by love and hate We’re children not of choice, but chance… Given only a summary glance To be seen again, no more …no more…


Details | Quatrain | |

The moonlight fugitive

Short gasps of air whirl through a burning throat,
still her legs defy the exhaustion in desperation.
Behind her trail phantoms of memories afloat
upon a sea of desertion.

Beneath a canopy of constellation
she finds herself lost in time.
The forest unfolds before her like a revelation.
An apocalyptic bell sounds one chime.

It won’t be long before a mistake is irreversible.
Every turn is just another minute to live.
The last road taken proves an ironic circle. 
Sinking between the waves that created her, rests the moonlight fugitive.


Details | Haiku | |

Low Tide

carpet of hot coals
ancient villagers chanting
healers pound kava


Details | Lyric | |

Something haunts the moon

Something haunts the moon's face I cannot fathom now
Something I should trace, but cannot put into place
A silence that quietly sleeps on that beautiful brow
A hint of sadness veiled by the brightness of her grace

Is it the little star, bright and following closely behind
Is it the memory of death, picture of a missing child
Something more is there, and to which my soul is blind
Something about the moon tonight ... a thought exiled

Like me on foreign shores, like my heart for God's heaven
Pining the journey to make it back again, to find
My origin without myth or emptiness of the airy leaven
Orbited by days and shriveling sun, I ever pine

To escape time's orbit that recycles me over the same
Mountains and valleys and salt threshing seas 
Again and again, and keep me cold in shivering flame
How much will I know, how far can I get on bended knees?

O moon, something here that does not meet the eye
Tonight, something you but cannot share, something sure
Of our life, beauty is a thin disguise for our permit to die
Exiled in mortal bodies, we long for something more.


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Give me a home

Give me a home

Give me a home
Where each day I can roam
Along by those riverside trails
Where the trees grow so tall
There’s no concrete at all
And the mind it can never go stale.

Give me a place
Where birds with such grace
Sing their love songs amidst the tall trees
Where the sun shines each morn
At the birth of the dawn
And life feels delightful, and free

Let me look at the birth of the morning
Let me see it, the sunset each night
As the river it flows
And the moon, soon it glows
And the stars shine from Heaven so bright.

Let me feel life’s sweet love
As the stars shine above
And the evening it calls out to me
And the dark shadows grow
And the night it just glows
With the sweet breath of Gods mystery.

13 June 2014 @ 1600hrs.






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The Widows Hour

I.
A black widow hides
the hour’s count, in a painted
red glass, on the underside 
of her belly.

II.
Unlike a snow white kitten,
the hard shiny black widow
receives not one loving caress.

III.
In the pale moonlight the black widow spins a silver web.
It created a growing and binding spell-like enchantment.

IV.
A man and a woman
are dancing through time.
A man and a woman and a black widow
are dancing through time.

V.
I do not know which I prefer,
Us making love by a sizzling fire
Or us making love on the cold wet sand,
the black widow scurrying across the beach
Or the moment we met.

VI.
A web repaired a broken window
with finely spun silk.
The shadow of the black widow
remains hidden from view.
The silence
hanging in the web
spoke a thousand words.

VII.
Descendants of Adam,
Why do you fear this little spider so?
Do you not see how the black widow
splashes and plays in her bath
as naturally as the child within you?

VIII.
I know that I know nothing
and I remember everything all at once;
I know, as well,
that the black widow does not worry
about what I know.

IX.
Dark spaces harbor the black widow.
Shake out your shoes,
shirts, and jackets after they’ve been on the floor.

X.
The black widow’s shadow
encloses the stars like an eclipse,
even I cannot overlook a
cosmic event as rare as this.

XI.
She walked across the Nile
in crystal slippers.
Escaping, she never looked back
over her ivory shoulder,
the black widow’s shrill song flies
through the wind and echoes on the water.

XII.
Grains of sand are filling the glass slowly.
The black widow must be endlessly dreaming.

XIII.
The sun beat down while it rained.
I was not moving
and I was not going to move.
In the peak of the thirteenth hour
the black widow traced circles,
after kissing me lightly on the 
back of my hand.


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Untitled #340 / Colored pencils

Colored pencils in an artist’s even hand
sketch rolling fields of wavy grass
sprouting from the barren plain
of barren pages.
Now she reaches for Burnt Sienna.


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A snowy night

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


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Taoism, the watercourse way

Taoism, the watercourse way

When I’m speaking on religion
Then I speak about Lao Tzu
He was man of nature
And I love him, yes I do
He said don’t push the river
You must jump into the flow
Just be one with nature
And then you just might grow.

He spoke about the Tao
He said “follow the way”
Do not follow anyone
Live for just today
The way is like an eagle
As it flies high in the sky
It leaves behind no footprints
As it goes flying by.

One can only be a Taoist
If he lives authentically
He must always be spontaneous
 And live life just to be
Natural is the only way
That one should live his life
Live in peace, and harmony
As you disregard all strife

17 October 2014

Written for Roy Jerdens...'Religion, non Christian' contest



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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.


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Leaving Autumn

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


Details | Lyric | |

the yellow forest

the yellow forest 
is darkened by dusk
blue opulence 
shining through black branches
the crunch of the floor 
as beings pass
becomes louder 
at the sun's last cast 
vision narrows 
to creatures of the night
oh how they play 
with lack of sight
the cold wind 
shakes the leaves 
the yellow forest 
never sleeps


Details | Sonnet | |

A Will

The birds fly free up in the sky.
Why oh why can it not be me?
Why can’t I just soar and be.
Why can’t I fly above so high?
 
My spirit guides me as I sigh.
My soul wills me to be free.
Where is this highest decree?
This is why I hear doves cry.
 
I open a seal,
Carry a smile.
All is so real.
I last a mile.
 
Inside of me there is a will.
This is why I can’t sit still.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Fatal Attraction

Those shining moonlit eyes
Stare boldly from behind the tree
I hear his breaths like sighs
Or rolling waves from the far sea
The striped face stares at me.

The native hunters, those who dance
Paint their skin black and green
The one who holds me in this trance
His stripes have been called those of fiends
By no human could I be seen 

The villagers said to my face
To stay away from there
“The den, the lair, it is no place
For you: MEN who return are rare”
They don’t know the lure of night air

And now I stand here with my poem
In the silence I’m tighter wound
Than when the bugs rustle in loam
For I know he’d never make a sound
By the tiger I’ve been found.

**Alas!  I wrote this for the quintain contest but I am too late!**


Details | Rhyme | |

Our garden

Our Garden

How wonderful my garden is
It’s not too big at all
But oh, it fills me up with bliss
It’s all so beautiful
All filled with plants of every type
And a pond brim filled with fish
Our bears sit their so clumsy, like
And feeds from silver dish.

The parrots fly in every day
To feed; they’re wonderful
Ring necks, and those pink and greys
They’re not afraid at all
They know that we will not harm them
They screech at us for food
Each one hued like feathered gems
These birds they can be rude.

As the sun comes Beaming down
The green leaves shine so bright
Their sparkle flows like golden crown
And fills me with delight
The roses, reds, and pinks, and yellows
Along the fence they grow
So nice to sit here calm, and mellow
And watch the day just flow.

24 September 2014.


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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... 


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The Night

When finally the night
comes stolling in 
on joyful legs, 
doling out her silvery significance,
rendering everything magnificent,
and I greet her greedily,
where will you be?
I myself will have  front seats:
the tickets are for free.
I'll watch the sky seep
into magic and 
the colors of the sea...
I know the spirits will
be soaring to and fro;
my spirit, so imploring,
will soar with them
as they go.
Then the heavenly host
of angels appear, all
tremendously loud,
whereupon the moon
hands out cigars
to the crowd, 
he's so proud.


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It'll Be Noon Soon

The sun is sprouting in the sky
Blue birds and sparrows floating high
Shooting like gadgets...far above control
Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

Sun is casted on the other side of the earth
Noon soothes the atmosphere...despite the night's awakening moment
Gouge the light and turn it to night
Because it holds on to the bright sight

Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

I reassure you...let it come true
It'll be noon sooner than you think
Think of the sunset falling in the misty, moody noon
Don't you act like a babbling baboon
Be still for a millisecond...soon your wish will come to pass
Glance out into wondrous appeals
Watch the light seal itself into gloomy noon

Dance dramatically on the dance floor
It'll turn noon's gloom to glamorous light
Dazzling inspiration sprinkles in a talent that could show off what it could magically do
Soon, that dandy light will come upon you

Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

Wish upon a sunlit sunset
It'll come to pass
Time won't scurry so fast

Drift in dwelling pleasures
Fulfilling your tugging endeavors

You were born at noon time
So, let it be noon soon


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MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


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The dawn, it paints the sky

Pantoum

The dawn it paints the sky

The birds sing in the morning hour
The dawn, it paints the sky so red
Mornings seems to have such power
I’d hate to watch it from my bed

The Dawn it paints the sky so red
Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I’d hate to watch it from my bed
I need to see the new day born

Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns
I love their sense of mystery
I need to see the new day born
The bird song gets right into me.

I love their sense of mystery
These mornings as the day comes in
The bird song gets right into me
I love the parrots with their din

These mornings as the day comes in
My heart it sings with so much joy
I love the parrots with their din
This feeling nothing could destroy

My heart it sings with so much joy
Because each morning I’m alive
This feeling nothing could destroy
On mornings beauty I do thrive.

19 November 2014


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Journey To Unknown

journey to unknown
guided by the shining truth,
paradise awaits


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Natural Language

Fallen Autumn leaves know the babbling water's dialect,
the language of the mute stream, Socratic running of its mouth.
Pretzeled on a stump, I dream what horrors and wonders I've missed.


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I am with you

Eagle soars, circles in the updraught

keen eyes spot rabbit 

it swoops, dives

run rabbit run

at the last possible moment

it turns uphill

eagle has to turn away

for fear of wing damage

talons missed the target

rabbit gets away

I am with you

 

Young child sneaks out of tent

at dawn, runs down to the water

crock lays in waiting

in a foot of water

near the edge as fauna

looks for a morning drink

young child about to step into

the water gets spooked

by a magpie, runs back to the tent

crock goes hungry

I am with you

 

Stalker watches young woman in car park

pack shopping every Wednesday night at 10

he's already killed before

as he's about to abduct her

a police car pulls into the carpark

to apprehend a suspected shoplifter

She goes home

 

I am with you

always


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Majestic Pelican

Majestic Pelican

Aaaah The wondrous Pelican
So big and strong, white, and grand
This bird he floats right past me here
As I sit here my head so clear
Drinking in the morning air
With life’s sweet beauty everywhere
It seems there’s so much mystery
As this Bird, he passes me.

He thrusts his bill into the river
Trying to some fish deliver
To his hungry form this morn
Just a while before the dawn
Majestic in his mystery
I gaze at him, that’s what I see
He spreads his wings and off he flies
With majesty, up to the sky.

Although he’s big, graceful he be
I watch him fly it dazzles me
He seems to flow with morning breeze
His great white form it has such ease
I sit here; let the mystery
Of beauty here, envelope me
On this lovely summer morn
Just a while before the dawn.

5 October 2014


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Course of Nature

Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way…


In dark sparkles blink
In patterns scattered through the sky
Gone with a stormy wink


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Swirls of mystery

Swirls of mystery

Lovely swirls of mystery
Within my days that’s all I see
I see beauty everywhere
It’s wonderful. How much I care
When I see roses in my yard
I’m so glad that I’m a bard
I write it down because I see
Lovely swirls of mystery.

Lovely swirls of mystery
I look at life so tenderly
Drinking in the morning sunrise
How I love the deep blue skies
The birds that sing, how beautiful
I love my life. I love it all
Cause I see swirls of mystery
They’re all around delighting me

Lovely swirls of mystery
What a lucky man I be
Looking daily with new eyes
Nature kind of makes me wise
I love it when the sunset’s here
My soul it sees it all so clear
These swirls of magic mystery
They make me feel so loose and free.

6 November 2014


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Willy Wagtail

Willy Wagtail

Little Willy wagtail comes a searching
So handsome in his coat of black and white
Sometimes he just sits up there a perching
And with his song he gives me such delight

Does he come to make each day much sweeter?
All I know he makes me feel completer
His song is like a whisper in my soul
That Willy Wagtail makes my world feel whole.

6 September 2014 @ 1214hrs.


Heroic Rispetto
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme. Iambic Pentameter is 10 syllables per line. It usually follows the same rhyme scheme as Rispetto which is abab ccdd


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ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


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Morning time in Greenhaven

Morning time in Greenhaven

It’s morning time in Greenhaven
I’ve been up for a while
I’ve meditated, walked the dog
And in my usual style
I’ve wrote my two poems for my lady
So now I sit and look
Out of my window, as I enjoy
The world like it’s a book

The dawn is opening up the day
There’s silence all around
It’s in these early morning hours
That peace it can be found
The trees seem filled with mystery
The birds they start their song
As me I get this sweet feeling
In this world I do belong.

It’s then I hear ‘The birds are coming’
A flock of Cockatoos
All big and black, so filled with noise
They come a passing through
It seems they own the skies, do they
In all their majesty
The dawn is here, they’re telling me
What a wondrous sight to see.

6 October 2014


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The dawn has just begun

The dawn has just begun

It’s morning time
The dawn has just begun
I sit here looking through my window
I am the lonesome one
It seems the whole world sleeps right now
The sky turns marmalade
As sun it comes to bless the day
The darkness starts to fade.

I hear the crazy din
As corellas pass on by
All dressed in pure white feathers
There’s power in their cries
They fly on by, a flock of them
Looking grand against the clouds
They tell the world, it’s morning time
Their awakening calls so loud

Green parrots fly on down
To graze amidst the grass
The morning is serene, and sweet
Two ravens they do pass
Their lonely caws they mesmerize
And make my mind feel sweet
It’s morning time
My whole world seems complete.

31 July 2014 @ O706.


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Whole

For one whole minute,
Which fekt like eons,
I felt complete,
No holes within me.
My lover, my life,
My everything,
Held me in his grasp.

Time takes its steady pace,
Like water trickling down a mountainside,
When it reaches down to lower springs,
Those few little drops as sweet as honey dew.


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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 


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Great is the Day

Great is the day when a song you hear.
It makes your spirit soar through wind.
Great is the day when your time begins.
It makes you wake up and hoot a cheer.
 
Great is the day when it is a new year.
It makes you back to where you been.
Great is the day to manage a few grins.
It will put you into another hemisphere.
 
Great is the day just to be,
A part of a world that sings!
Great is the day just to see,
A wondrous mix of things!
 
Great is the day,
Is all I can say!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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The Lazy Days Of Summer

the illuminating sounds of summer
first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods
and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking 
down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about  
echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for it's mate
or you can capture  sounds of a babbling brook flowing 
down an winding outcrop stream but to me
I think my favorite sound thus far is the laughter of my child's voice
and the sizzling sounds of hot dogs and hamburgers 
being made on my grill as were watching  fireworks display 
from the back of a twin engine houseboat floating down
a rivers edge Oh the sounds of summer would be nil
if I would awake from this enchanted dream 


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And In The END

Message Delivered
I Am Done
Here , No One
Even Noticed

Trumpet Sounded
Angels Spoke
Another Day
Passes Away

Tick , Tock
Time Slides
Just When
The Decision Made

Flash Of Light
Fury of the Wind
Thunderous Noise
The END


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A Grand Design




And when the seed has been nurtured
and sunlight grace adorn

And when all is said of wisdom
and love has persevered in song

Where each prayer has fallen upon the fields
and completion has granted a dream

a feast of God's promise shall rise above
in a breath of eternity...




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Space is a Jungle

A jungle can be massively big and so deep
And possibly full of creatures that we'll never see
Likewise trillions of ants claim the biomass throne
Over two hundred species on any one tree alone
A fascinating insect by engineer and design
If it had intellect its brain may be as brilliant as mine
The chances of ants in a jungle to see us are very slim
Unless we explore nature and go looking them
Although most of us in the real world don't really care
We have Discovery Channels and we know that they are there
But we just live our lives and let nature take its coarse
An insects life can be really boring when you compare it to yours
But turn the tables around and lets talk about earth
In the middle of this jungle we call a vast universe
How arrogant of a species to think we're all alone
When we have identified other planets that we could call home
So something light years away is a species far more advanced
And to them our world is just a tree of different kinds of ants
Nothing for them to bother with, we have nothing they want
But like National Geographic from a distance they watch
Or maybe they are just waiting for us to mature as a race 
A primitive planet in the jungles of outer space 
*JJF*
4/24/2013


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My Shadow

My dark, moving shadow,
on the ground down below,
follows me when there is light,
disappears when it is night.

Staying with me throughout the day,
but when it gets dark, it goes away,
from the light, it hides behind me,
forever there it will always be.

Wherever in the sky the sun is faced,
determines where my shadow is placed,
whether the sun is to rise or fall,
makes me shadow short or tall.

My shadow is my shape and outline,
no matter where it is, it is always mine,
from my feet to my head, my shadow is there,
it stays with me no matter where.


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You are of this earth

You  came  to be here gradually,
from the whirling chaos of the dreaming infant,
anchored by the maternal hand to earth.
Do not try to fly back to heaven today.
Be patient;your guides will,with no effort,
Teach you the patterns and the dance.
All you need is to be open and to trust,
For you have a place in the world.
We need your contribution.No-one else
will see this world from your perspective.
And as you trust the chaos now,fear it not
Should it return.Every creative act
involves the breaking of these barriers
by which we keep the chairs and tables
anchored into themselves.The patterns may break up
but new ones are somewhere near.Patience
with this suffering is the only route now.
You cannot go back.Heaven comes only after
you have grown roots into this earth,
grown sunward,and travailed the storms
and stinging blows;
have grown your flowers and leaves
And let them fall.
Accept.
The only way you can go
is the earthly way.
You are part of us.
We love you.
Our hands are reaching out
If you just lift your eyes.
In the Chaos,God danced and rainbows
Flew from his hands and tears fell from his eyes.
Those tears which fertilised our earth.
He wept, knowing of the pain to come;
And yet,he did not cease to dance.


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First Love

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


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when that ocean was cut into five

as the waters split into pieces
and the land formed itself
the day went longer than
than the sky, and deeper
than the sea
its form was
shaped it broke
F R E E
escaped 
as it fell lower
than the sea floor
but higher
than even the sky
the ocean was split
into five.


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The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows




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East-to-West

Your heart rises to the east,and 
sets with mine to the 
west,where our earthly love 
Rotationally revolves around 
the sun, truthfully,burning an 
inferno flame.

Together we will, break dawn, 
and reach for the stars, 
gravidly speaking to hinder, 
those who will listen,under 
moonlights nightly story.

I tell you I love you, You reply 
ditto, all in the same,because 
we are that one great puzzle to 
life, that people adore; or envy.


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BEFORE IT RAINS

Taking hope out of a gloomy day
is like living without a hopeful heart;
and waiting for miracles without praying
is bringing on a specter of infidelity,
which disrupts my daily living...
making me ponder faith with distrust!

Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five...
believing that it will there for me to admire,
not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty;
what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery,
and this Humankind has created myths and legends
for the ones lacking the sixth sense!

Embarking on that journey of incognito,
solely relying on this overburdensome ego,
causes me to experience inquietude
in a most unfovarable latitude;
and freedom is confined in short miles,
when my ship comes to an halt for guidance!

Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor,
and step on the pier of the safest harbor...
waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon;
taking pride and remembering the grueling fright
of a captain who never displayed a doubt...
even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!


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Growing in the Sand

growing in the sand,
the mushroom moved up and down 
no mole found beneath.

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Very Strict Haiku 	
Sponsored by: Charles Henderson


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You Light Up My Life

suns candlepowers
can surley lighten up some
darken passages



Tribute To Nature
And The Power Of The Sun


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Ascension Haiku Contest


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SEASONS

Spring starts off this NEW year.
Blossomed flowers everyday.
Sweet and cool hugs.
Smooth and fresh kisses.
A love so young.
Spring, you’re so kind.
Butterflies dancing in me.
Enchanting and wonderful.
Time moves quickly.
Getting a little frisky now, but still respectful.

Turning into summer.
You grow hot and passionate.
Romance followed by lust.
Intense and wrapping affection.
Holding me tight, not letting me go.
Your whispers of sweet nothings, 
a refreshing breeze touching my heart,
giving me an escape from realization.
Summer will soon be over.

You’ve become fall.
Flowers wither away,
trees grow naked,
branches spread apart.
Your passion fades
Your air grows demanding of me.
Hands in our pockets
our bodies covered up.
Fall, your heat is faded and going away.
But I am not the one has turned cold, you are.

You are now winter.
You are here but not with me.
I shiver and curl up alone.
Your aggressive change makes me run away from you.
Hugs turned from sweet and warm to cold and mean.
Flowers and romance a memory in history
Making your love a seasonal mystery.


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Untitled #339 / Bearstaff

Bearstaff, bearstaff
zig-zag hiking through the wild
Bearstaff, bearstaff
in the forest, but a child


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Angry Moon Set

full moon descending
crashing to where night meets day
burns angry orange


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A WAFT OF FEAR

Stars gleam in darkness
as the lank pines resemble ghosts,
owls fly towards me...


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La lumière des étoiles d'ambre-

For years I had desired to 
write a thing of beauty, 
yet beauty, as always, escaped me… 
for beauty as I found through 
experience and misery, 
is merely the plaything of the beautiful: 
the acrimonious agent 
of their delicate deceit,
invoked:
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”
unattainable to all, reluctantly fey, 
betrayed by our delusion 
and indefinable inertia,
invoked:
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”


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Once In The Land Of Walkside

            Once In The Land Of Walkside

Once in the land of Walkside
See blue the leaf sighed
Electric passed through rainbows by the tides
Sky fixed itself a drink of day in pastel gray
Trees naked, bare of green, shape themselves into tomorrow
Shade Fades with yellows on the march 
Sun hung there outside to dry
Here comes a list…. Take notes
String, paper, bald gorgo, square sand, chalk, iron, refineries
List is finished.  Stop taking notes.
Seas that rumble on the Walkside slide away
Stairs and ladders go on in one direction
Here comes another list.  Take more notes
Salt, vegetation, carbon, more bald gorgos, bubble tower, starch, lemon
End of list…. Stop taking notes
Electricity once came in multicolored bands
Moved only to the left
Time ran back on calculated circles in the watch
Here comes another list… Prepare to take notes
Water, insect prayer, coin, great plates, no more gorgos, metal, more lemon, 
stone
Lists ended… No more notes…. Stop taking notes
Morning pinks are incomplete but happy
See blue the leaf sighed
Once in the land of Walkside
 


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Another new day does start

Another new day does start

The sun is rising up above
It’s these mornings that I love
Big yellow moon is slowly fading
You’d never, ever find me trading
These mornings, not for anything
They always make my old heart sing
Soft music playing in the background
Is mixed with soft and lovely bird sound

Corella's squabble in the trees
They’re argumentative
Black cockatoos they fly so free
Oh what I wouldn’t give 
To fly with them in the deep blue sky
Screeching with delight
They bring such happiness to me
Make my day so bright.

The olive trees light up so bright
Beneath the morning sun
I feel like dancing with delight
This morning just begun
It does these wondrous things to me
Such joy is in my heart
As I feel this wondrous mystery
Another day does start

5 November 2014


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Frisky Dandy Lion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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lost, found, and liberated

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


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The hills are alive

The hills are alive

These hills are alive with mystery
As I sit here all alone and free.

It’s morning time, so beautiful
As I listen to the wild birds call.

That God is here I know for sure
Her presence fills me more and more

I hear music loud and clear
The song of nature’s always here

Among these hills that I love best
I sit here filled with happiness

25 June 2014 @ 0826hrs.

I offer this pathetic write to Scots contest, sorry mate, too short for me but done my best


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Law

How have I loved    your laws and decrees
and your Sun       in the dawn of the morning
the orders that govern       the universe
and their rulings       the cosmos adorning
 
So finely tuned      a precise instrument
it's crafting       can no journeyman match
construction supreme      no man has surpassed
nor it's equal       can he ever attach
 
You have hidden       their rules and movements
that a man could spend           a lifetime to seek
but the years we're given       have been shorted
and our will            to regulation is weak
 
Its decrees            are woven like fabric
on each writ      does another rely
their sequence                 framed like a template 
against its power       can no man defy
 
Its display               of symmetry  exacting
it's direction          none living can change
through its pursuit          our knowledge deepens
but it's only simile              can we arrange
 
Like flocks             are the stars conducted
as their shepherds            your laws do act 
like the canon of statues             their placement
their governing             by decrees you enact
 
No man                can act as its counselor
or rearrange           its charge and command
for all that's demonstrated            in nature
for all are subject           to what law demands
 
By their study            we learn how to measure
like a child           the paths of all law
to investigate              all time and reasons
of its operation           we can all stand in awe
 
source Psalm 19
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Hills

Some say that gods hail in them;
a city hidden within.

During spring, mist covers them
in the form of a ghostly carpet
that gives a color of haunting delight;
from a distance, you would think that mist
has itself surrounded the forest,
as though some divine manifestation
has an interest with the hills.

No enters the forest hills without elders' consent,
for the gods are believed to exist......


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Strokes of sour power

Why would I wanna be lemon or lime?
When I could be lemon marang
It might feel good in my haven sublime
But there’s more left to do than just hang
The bumps and wrinkles of my skin
Reminds of some latter acne stage
But flavored juices from within
Show wisdomed hours on each turning page
Through leaves way up in the shady tree
The sun so often leaves me tanned
With hunger pains you came and picked me
Braving brush with wavering hand 
Nothing beats the view from up top
So high, it shows your dedication
Barked with lines that time can’t stop
For me a win-win situation
Convert me into something sweet
Or you could turn on your crusade 
To masquerade with sourpuss treats
And call yourself the lemon aide
No, leave me hanging high and dry
With shriveled smiles before I fall
I choose to remain here in the sky
Untouched till topsoil sprouts reform 
Who’s ever heard of a sour brigade?
That laughs and likes to play the fool
All gay and taunting the days away
The greatest trick I’ll ever pull


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A Red Horizon

a red horizon
meeting of the earth and sky
dawn realization


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This Nornalup

I stand there on this patio
And watch the river flow
As grey skies in the heavens
Do hide suns warming glow
Tall trees like giants on yonder shore
Stand as icons to the power
That made this earth so beautiful
With it’s trees, and clouds and flowers.

Five boats lie on the grassy bank
As they wait to ride the river
As motor boat comes speeding by
To my eyes it does deliver
A breath of action to the scene
So silent, soft and still
And everything feels wonderful
And wonderful I feel.

Some fishing folk fix up their boats
A day of sport they see
While me, I watch the river flow
The whole day, endlessly
As I ponder on the magnitude
And the power of this scene
In the loveliness of Nornalup
On this morning so serene.


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The wetlands

Rick’s 32

The wetlands

The wetlands
So beautiful
They’re so grand
Lovely place to study
Can be wet and muddy
I love them
Walk there each day
All the way.
 
Full of beasts
Big Kangaroos
I love them
So strong, and handsome too
They’ll take food off of you
Those wetlands
So wonderful
They’re so cool.

Sometimes I
Might see a snake
These creatures
They love to live by lakes
Water does entice them
They scare guys
Don’t get too close
If you’re wise.

Oh so sweet
These wetland trails
When I walk
I’m living in the now
How that lake does sparkle
Such beauty
A joy to me
Wetlands be.

11 September 2014 @ 1320hrs.

Rick's 32 is form by Erich Goller in 2008 (Vienna)
8 lines 3-4-3-6-6-3-4-3 syllables
Rhyming is optional--any subject.
At least two verses--no verse limit--

ok..this is by syllable counting.. rhyme is optional... at least 2 verses...


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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


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Sacrifice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Hurt and You Could Have it All

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



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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 


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Simple Unoccupied Bench

The simple bench sits
Unoccupied now
Classic table holds
Intent to write poems
Correspondences

Light sweater blown
Onto yellow
Roses, walkway
Empty no one

Garden neat
Perfect plants
Fenced closed

Where is.......
Empty

Bench

("The Bench"(The Garden Of Versailles) Edouard Manet (1832-1883/French) Oil On Canvas)


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The Happening

The mountains bleeding into the sky,
Whispering soft visions,
That send black shadows casting over.
The million stars,
Approaching ones heart.
Indulging the moment for when the whispers reach our ears,
Sending tears to our heads.
As lightning strikes,
Once.
Twice.
Three times,
As trees come stumbling down,
Winds raising their voices.
Pushing everything aside.
The silence burried away in screams of the waters,
Clashing up against the salty rocks.
Sending coldness to the ears of the blind,
Who can't see what natures upsetting with.
For mother shall'nt do us harm,
Let us strain upon your hands.
As your trees come tumbling down,
And winds scream with shame.


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Lovely Lorikeet

Lovely Lorikeet

In the silence of the dawn
The bird of many hues
He eats into a Banksia flower
And lord, I’m telling you
His colors spin my mind away
And seep into my soul
Oh such beauty there before me
It makes me feel so whole.

Cornflower blue, emerald green
And oranges and yellows
Perched there in the morning sun
He makes me feel so mellow
As the morning takes my heart away
And a symphony it plays
Oh such a joyous, wondrous sight
To welcome in my day.

A flock of them come in my garden
And perch among the leaves
Of that big old Banksia tree
Such a picture they do weave
Within this dreamers mind of mine
It makes me feel alive
For all this rich and lovely Splendour
On this my heart does thrive.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

.
The 
God
One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 
revival


Details | Haiku | |

'Moon-Rock... ' (Haiku # 12)

‘ Moon-Rock ’  Haiku # 12

Moon Rock, Craters, Crust
What Does This Terrain Adjust …
“ Earth Was Made For Us ! “


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Water Rune

Water rune feed off the breast of the moon like a baby, new until by adolescence another ruined Aqua Deity Poseidon cast forth thy trident bellowing waves of violence sink towering ships, in silence How to tame a beast of rage first you must just turn the page a cold shoulder best these days soon to enter the new ice age Water rune welcoming bad news vicarious Aquarius the Water bearer enters hysteria takes his crown the common era is all but dead now Religion and science meet with a big bang God falls to his kneeundaunting wounded, but not yet deceased he makes a deal with the Devil for their synthesis why close your eyes if you don't wish to hear it? Forgot of Pisces like a vague evading memory of the childhood your hurricane came to clean life away, in ruin I stay, nothing wise left to say I'll just ride your wave to my grave, of icy water. Hallowing along to aloneness caught up in a priceless moment sea levels run rampant the rising tide rising high towards the sky rolling back down sound like thunder strike into oblivion, and drag me under lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting holding onto that which might not be whole again ever, like Pangea for even the mightiest army surrenders without their leader


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Haiku 41

sporadic chimes -
an invisible man
knocks at my door


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Death in the Afternoon

Carelessly I sat in the sun
Without a thought for the morrow
Enjoying the garden flowers' scent
When a small flutter caused my head to turn
And made my joy darken into sorrow
Forcing me reflect on what this life meant.

Vigilant and ever watchful
Stood a falcon atop its prey
Stripping a bloodied body with its beak
Scattering feathers with each mouthful
On what to me had been a serene day
Until I chanced to witness a scene so bleak.

Our glances they did not truly meet
But with gruesome awe I watched him eat.


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Dances of the Wind

A sprinkling of symphony lingers my ears
As though seducing me to move on its rhythm.

It had a distinct taste; which intoxicated my mind
It had a distinct scent; which intoxicated my spirit.

A aroma of ecstasy spread in my body
For I was amidst the mysterious nature.

I had joined it in the ‘Dances of the Wind’

My lips had only one chant to repeat
My body had only one position to hold.

For I had joined the exotic nature in reverences.

The Time has beheld its count and Wind the flow.
The Sun has beheld its light and Moon the Glitter
The Life has beheld its genesis and Death the havoc.

All the elements seems to pause for the moment.
All the work seems to pause for repose.
For it was the Time, all join together to summon the Almighty.

....................................................

Written way back in 1998, just as i was being introduced to new perception of life, 
linking the spiritual self with the physical self.

This was also the time when i was hooked to Newage Music by Vangelis, yanni, and 
few other contemporaries, some times inspiring me to compose poetry on their 
compositions.

Some what modern sufistic touch and feel to whole poem.
.....................................................
.musafirs


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The Final Chapter

Gazing into the abyss
Some refer to as fate
Slowly coming to realization
Conclusions must wait

Balance long since forgotten
The cycle lays in neglect
Starvation due to combination
So easy to reflect

Blending a self centered frame of mind
With an industrial lust for power
Creating destruction
All resources being devoured

It’s like observing a train wreck
In the slowest form of motion
So interesting it shall be
Filled with commotion

This book is near end
And we are still chasing after
The meaning of existence
As we enter the final chapter



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To Soar Like An Eagle {Choka}

the mighty eagle
                                                            encircles the great divide
                                                               searching for lost mate

                                                                wind beneath his wings
                                                         escalating to new found heights
                                                                 reaching milestones

                                                                    beyond horizon's
                                                        capped mountain magesty peaks
                                                                 bestow marked freedom





Tribute To The
Mighty Eagle
May You Soar Free My Friend


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


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One Foggy Morning

A dreamy state in morning mist,
As curls of cloud, recline on earth,
The walking feet dare not resist.

The pathway fading just ahead,
Recoiling into the low clouds,
A mystery remains instead.

Wandering feet know their own way,
Whilst striding on without time to pause,
And dwell upon what comes today.

Old footsteps echo on the breeze,
Through dreams of love that time forgot,
Yet still it whispers through the trees.





Form: Enclosed Triplets


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Natural Beauty

Milk and honey,
sun-kissed and tangled,
spill into a river made of silk -
it clings to the sway of her hips.
Hazelnut, are the eyes, stalking.


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Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Gift of Storms

Thus it begins so silent and still,
A tempest is born from over the hill.
A fury and beauty each of their own,
A wonder to watch curled up in your home.

Combined of light and shadows and sound,
Led by the scent of rain all around.
Please Mother Earth and Father to us all,
Send us this gift so that the rain will fall.


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The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  


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Eagle Feather of the First Born...

Pegasus on wings will fly
Hercules in strength nearby
Seven sisters dancing stars
Saturn rings,red glow Mars
Mercury avoids scorpion tail
Venus and virgins follow trail
Fresh water poured Aquarius
Nearby to scour is Uranus
Fish swim out new solar race
Original jewels alignment face......


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Facts Meet Myths

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

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

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

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

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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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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Just an Abyss

Exponential expanses,
sickening depths-
on the ocean waves-
you say to see.
 
Glories and beauties,
immaculate sets-
rises also-
on the ocean waves.
 
Steadfast blue,
crashes of white,
ashore- not walls-
on the ocean waves.
 
Constant pounding,
endless scraping,
frivolity and pure wonder,
on the ocean waves.
 
Never a break.


Details | Rispetto | |

Walking by the lake

Rispetto

Walking by the lake

Whilst walking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay
The sky was blue, and beautiful
There was such perfume in the air
From honeysuckle everywhere
I heard a lonely ravens call
Whilst waking by the lake today
I heard the birdsong loud and gay

I felt that God did walk with me
Life was brim filled with mystery
This lake it gave me so much joy
This feeling nothing could destroy
Whilst walking by the lake today
I heart the birdsong loud and gay


19 November 2014


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I am also n't lying

Today was the day of judgment,
All children were excited and pleased,
But when the result was declared,
Tutor called student; one by one in the office,
And appreciated each of them,
Who got good marks in the tests.

But suddenly, a cried break out amusement‘,
Why did a teacher, beat up a student so badly?
Who wrote in the exam,
The sun was rising in the river,
Fishes were jumping over the clouds,
And climbing up on the palm trees.

Head teacher came out and asked the boy,
Where did you read all this?
When my dad goes fishing, he told.
I always think, why fishes have white colour,
I understand when we were acrossing the waves,
Fishes must eat coconut.

A teacher not beaten up a student only, 
Also he failed because of not following his lesson,
That was from a book,
Dad, I wasn’t wrong, a child was sobbing,
If book isn’t lying,
I am also not lying.


Details | Senryu | |

Temptuous (6 little words/haiku)

Masculine scents,
his torso sighs - 

 

lust...


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
																


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Dream

Large porcelain clouds drift lazily across the endless and unbroken cerulean sky 
The wind softly blows through the many trees, filling the air with their whispering voices
A meadow, filled with vibrantly colored flowers and knee high grasses sits peacefully
Undisturbed, untouched by human hands
Bees hum as they hop from flower to flower 
Birds chirp and squirrels chase one another playfully 
The sun sleeps, the stars awaken giving birth to an entirely new world
Celestial beings silently step down from the heavens filling the night air with their sing song voices
Granting life to the unborn creatures of the meadow and forest
A twig snaps, the song ends…
Car horns, people cursing profusely at one another, cell phones glued to their ears
The serene dream lost in oblivion.


9/17/12


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The Opening of Young Minds

A novel or short story is always more formal
But, here now’s a poem of the paranormal
There are a few theories beyond understanding
Well, as so many say, “Seeing is believing!”

A night as a youngster with friends all around
Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound
Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes
No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise?

A life-changing event, so simple in stature
Reveals hidden truths around us in nature
Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search
They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch!

In the end there’s only one thing they could think
It’s funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink
Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind
Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind!

It seemed such a wonder there in the night
A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight
Concepted world to never again be the same
Take it as it comes voted the name of the game!

Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters,
For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters
How hard must it hit you before you realize
Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.