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Details | Quatrain | |

Heritage

The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.


Details | Free verse | |

When Cities Yell


what grows from these petri dishes? when will these hives with their metal monsters their deceiving smiles their artistic like visages stop breeding, stop growing, like a virus? what of the fertile land they cover, the resources they consume? what of their ravenous appetite? and barely a forest untouched. 17~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne


Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Rhyme | |

Truths Unspoken

Born of glaciers, rivers flow,
turquoise ice and untouched snow,
deep green valleys far below,
ancient stands of hardwoods grow.

Icy rivers running deep,
through the mountain's midnight sleep,
darkened waters crest and leap,
earthbound secrets rivers keep.

Stoically the mountains stand,
nurturing the age-old land,
born before mere time began,
when Earth was pure, devoid of man.

River rocks were once rough stone,
water-smoothed, by eons honed,
each grain of sand is sand alone,
truths unspoken lie unknown. 

Listen to the waters speak,
every river, ocean, creek,
there lie answers all must seek,
flowing from the mountain's peak.

©copyright2009DanielleWhite


Details | Haiku | |

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


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 | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


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 | Cowboy | |

Intelligent Design

You think you’re alone out on the range
Sittin’ silent under starry sky,
Just a marvelin’ at the universe
And wonderin’ ‘bout that ol’ question: why?

You shake your head at worlds of worry,
Knowin’ it ain’t often that you’ll find,
All the answers to your queries
Beneath the clear black sky and pine.

You wonder if we rose up from mud
And walked straight and tall upon this earth—
Or was it all created in a moment—
A conception that gave us true birth.

Are we all no more than those monkeys
Evolvin’ slowly down life’s long line?
Or is there more to earth and heaven
Touched by something truly sublime?

We keep on punchin’ clocks and cattle
And tryin’ to get through each new morn—
But is there more to life than dyin’
And will we somehow be reborn?

All the cattle know my hard proddin’
As I lead them along time’s sad way—
We live for but a flashin’ moment,
As we watch life go by in one short day. 

So make the best of trails you ride, cowboy—
Each tomorrow is both yours and mine—
And gaze long at stars in that vast sky
Placed there by intelligent design.


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 | I do not know? | |

Nature's gift

The twilight of night
casts a pale subtle glow,
as the tide of the ocean
puts on a magical show.

There is a warm rolling breeze
sea salt in the air,
shore lined with shells,
as if placed delicately with care.

This serenity and peace
which cannot be bought,
is proudly on display
for humanity, it does touch.

Regardless of colour,
of creed or of race,
the gift of nature;
opens eyes and offers faith.


Details | Free verse | |

Adrift

Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Kiss~

Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~

Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing… 
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?

As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead 
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~

Blown up against a Willow 
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall 
Cool drops kiss my cheek 
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~

                                          


Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

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

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

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

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

PLUTO'S TREASURE

Golden objects are most outstanding,

But without loving, they are missing flavor.

But let’s not forget stunning silver,

That the maid often loves to savor.

And brilliant copper, with its rosy sheen,

That every craftsman should well know.

But cold iron, as Kipling likes to say,

From all of these, takes the show.

Not mentioned yet, but not to be overlooked,

Is platinum, our bright and lustrous pal.

Thought to be impure for thousands of years,

But now more valuable than them all.


    


Details | Rhyme | |

When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguine Sky

Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting,  yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline, 
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't Worry Child

Don't worry child
Don't cry
Don't let fear
Find you

Don’t worry child
The life
Still needs you
You will find life
When you find
You!

Don’t worry child
Don’t die
Beside the cold trees
Find your way out
Find the life inside

Don’t worry child
May the branches of doubt
Lead you to the leaves
Where everything is calm and green
Away from the screaming steam

Don’t worry child
in the forest
Deep inside
Between the ashes and shadows
A mystic soul shines
Among the trees of life
Always by your side

Don’t worry child
Don’t cry
Find life
inside you
Don’t die
Your soul is bright
Your tree will shine
soon
You will find
You are one of a kind
So Don’t worry child!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Legacy of Trees

To the divinity within all of us



The wind blows outside my window
Reeling mercilessly against the trees.
 
Its power deployed, their will to destroy
And I can hear them yell in rebellion.

Daring the wind to try with all its might
Had gone there before, they know the score.

They know the fury the wind can carry
Whatever is in store, they cannot ignore.

They stand out, proud, arms stretched out
Bonded are their souls, holding the same goal.

Their unity, a fortress that found no distress 
They would face this trial as they did those prior.

It was their legacy born in tenacity
From the beginning, it was God given.

So that man would come to understand 
The extent of his God given potential.
 
To walk his way through life's hills and valleys
Building character, until he is one in heart with the Creator.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 6/1/10.


Details | Haiku | |

A Twisted Tree

a twisted tree casts a single shadow - mirage on horizon


Details | Haiku | |

death's breath is warm

death’s breath is warm a welcome reprieve in the winter of life
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Details | Carpe Diem | |

The Birch Forest.

Across horizons
From skies to Earth

Serenading within
Ancient wood

Enduring blossoms
Whisper abound

Time is trivial  
Sunlight reigns

To time everlasting 
Resonating life

A fullness of peace
In silence of shadows

A symbiotic citadel
Life undisturbed


Details | Ballade | |

Everything goes round in circles

Everything goes round in circles.

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

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

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

17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.












Details | Rubaiyat | |

What the Mermaid Knows


Full is the sea of your memories
Seaweed meadowed, deep cave treasuries
Stories that summon the lost and curious
Legends embossed in silent reveries

Drift the illumined waves of your home
Wide the blue realms in which you may roam
Your spirit alive beyond undersea depths
In echoes of songs over silver green foam.

What is it - what does the mermaid know
Beyond the clouds and the winds that blow
That she is woman and nature combined
Her wisdom of this on mankind will bestow


Suzanne Delaney

Rubaiyat


Details | Rhyme | |

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Acrostic | |

The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.


Details | I do not know? | |

White Skin in Brown (2005)

‘Fair and lovely’ is a cream to make you white
If a child is born darker they get a fright
Possessed by the media and pile on the cream
White is not always right as it may seem
Colour is not privilege on any shade
Beauty is within and your face will soon fade
Shades of brown make some people frown 
Turn it white and show it to the town
Our colours are a gift that only God can create
Darker shades are not to hate
Be proud inside of who you are
Darker skin is a mask not a scar


A big skin issue in the South Asian community- colourism 


poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Blank verse | |

BABY PINE

this baby pine
had two young branches 
growing entwined
I untwined the branches
set them free
now each will find 
his own sun


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Sorry

a single white rose
given to the one you want -
apoligized to


Details | Verse | |

Go fish

A reflective lake shows no fish
But you know they’re there underneath
Just like a person’s deepest wish
Is harbored in the heart unseen
If you look beyond what they show
You might find below, a treasure trove


9/22/11

Received 3rd place in "New Contest: Another Nature Verse" contest


Details | I do not know? | |

The World

Born in a world of sin
A world filled with evil from the very beginning,
Greediness and selfishness,
With the existence of poverty, unemployment, crime and disease
Caused by our own human nature,
An inevitable cycle that continues from the past to the present future
Due to the prevalence of social class segregation,
Whereby the lower, middle and upper class fights for social status elevation
In order to achieve upward social mobility,
These social classes will fight in pain and hostility,
An ideology of who is best suited to reach the top
With one class that is, (proletariat) continued to be oppress,
While the bourgeoisie continues to be the dominant class to reap success,
A society filled with greed and self-interest
Every person wants that recognition,
They will always battle each other to reject sorrow and oppression,
That’s the reason why the world will always remain in war, famine and terror
Due to human beings error,
A world divided in segments of continent,
With different nation or countries having differentiated political style of government, 
As well as structure, numerous types of culture and upcoming new subculture,
With every one wanting that one thing riches, prestige and fame,
A reward which symbolizes their name.

Demeter Edwards


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 | |

What im doing is settin the message

I want sombody that can see what im doing here. From every word that goes to your eye then your ear. What does he mean some sometimes subliminly say. Not that it doesnt go out and over the other ear anyway. Hey! Your reading this right? Do you get the message of my meaning? Isnt it tight? Sometimes i feel cray like right about now. I should say somthing crazy but phrase it how? So the other day i met Captain Crunch's Cornol. But his cearial looks like chicken. Chickens! They have a mean life. It goes like this. Bread is fed to the chicken that was later found dead. They cut off his head, out came a whole lotta red. The farmers family needed fed, but the farmer didnt have the bread. Get it?
Enough said.


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 | Couplet | |

There is no spoon

When the sun has set like a ball of fire
colors like a funeral pyre

crescent moon in deep blue sky
indigo blue that sears the eye

crickets start their monotonous beat
praying in the sultry heat

hand in hand and heart to heart
infants waken with a start

old man takes his dying breath
soul escapes his body's death

spiders cross doorways with their web
a work of art so filled with dread

the rapping on the midnight door
the ghost who's there was here before

a child cries out, a nightmare dreamed
realities blur and rip the seams

what may appear as solid fusion
is just an agreed upon illusion.


Details | Epigram | |

To Gaze Upon A Flower

A flower is a flower,
It cares not the hour;
And man is just a man,
He knows an hour's span.
Unlike the tranquil flower
That graces garden's bower;
He doth never savour 
All an hour's flavour.


Details | I do not know? | |

This is a place to live

the lake sits glassy and smooth
	songbirds of noon
have long since retired
in their place sound shrill chirp
        squawk and croon

faded peach and blue,
diffuse light yet left,
spread their peaceful, off-tint hues
while mortal reds lighten and bloom;
this is a place to die.

unlike the bleach bright White
of a temporary cot and room:
this is a place to be consumed 
by patchwork green,
and the ponderous weight of night

to relax the coil and tangles
of the knotted life I choose;
this is a place to die
		drowse enchanted
lose my sturdy suit and tie.

I will trade for the industrial tomb
these womblike evergreens
to play nursemaid and tray-in
the last cups of clean dusk air
quietly.


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Earthly Colors

Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide

Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails

Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime

Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems

While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink

Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

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


Details | 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 | Fibonacci | |

Transience

Light 
Drizzles
From the stars
On mascara clouds
Of night, blown by a sudden wind:
From the city's pavement the skies cosmetic drowns in light

From the heart's cradle another Icarus long for flight
And cannot shed the weight of dreams
In the porous light
Leaking time
Leaking
Life

Night
Brings back
Love's cadence
Moonscape memories
Flocking upon the soul's hunger
I am eaten by dreams from the web of carnal desires

Will you again hold my hand and make your breast beat like waves
In the conch shell lip of my ear
This milk is curdled
Now on time
I weep
Still

Gone
Then hopes
Where dreams dare 
Remain like feathers 
From a broken wing. Life like ice
In tropic seas forever melts ... the only truth is space


Details | Free verse | |

Moving Forward into Expansion....

Ignorance....

How is it...gifted with
abilities to reason
we can all remain so unaware...

How is it...gifted with
mental ability of logic
yet,what do we really know....

Even with our limited sense
of language and words to communicate
how do you describe in uncertain terms
the unknown...yet,not completely unknown

If your regular 5 senses move beyond the norm
you hear things different
you see things different
you feel things different
again...because of our lack of impression
where do you find the tools neccesary
to convey such an inner feeling...
as you also struggle with heighten perception.....

Entropy......

As we continue forward into the unknown
with our continued lack of knowledge
we inadvertently create wider gaps 
furthering ourselves from the truth
energy being spent uselessly
creating further chaos and disorder....

The ancient stone builders left us a clue
in their placement of the cornerstone....
any deviation in angled positioning
would lead to a deformed structure
like the leaning tower of Pisa.....

Consciousness...

The evolution of the mental age
requires such attention,as to rid
ourselves of the ignorant state of mind
which only furthers entropy within the self
but,also within our global community
which,if not mindful...
we continue in a deformed state of being......

HAYA....." to be...or not to be "
is not the question
it's our true quest......


Details | Haiku | |

Redbud

Crimson seeds of spring
leaf light air, butterfly rain
soft as summer’s swirl.


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 | Name | |

A Political Person

A person who feels about others
And speaks on their circumstances
And offers a better suggesions 
To improve the damped system
To add fundamentalistic solutions
To delete opportunism aspects
To develop everyone’s share
To approach everyone’s contribution
To maintain progress and prosperity
To build a civil agenda to enjoy
Without any prejudice barrier 
For our human dignity and regard
To differenciate humanism and animalism
To learn about patience and respect
To discuss a topic of learning
A natural behaviour and sophisticated
Developing approaches at same time
To recover the positive and negativeness
To establish distinctions of values
To identify a usefull and useless motives
To live with peace and satisfaction
To encourage further preparations
To secure and safe future
For beyond from newborn buddies
To provide good tools to develop
To understand a constructive problems
To dissolve wastage of recycling
To save extra energy for dangers
To refine pregressive thoughts 
To share his doubts and gains
For a better carriage
Is known as a political person?
How do you feel to listen others?
Satisfaction is a matter for all.


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 | Free verse | |

Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Upon A Daydream

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


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


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


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


Details | Rhyme | |

My Paradise

Paradise for each of us, is defined by personal choice.
For some it's great beauty, for others a heavenly voice.

Many prefer the traditional, angels strumming harps on clouds,
While a few love rock concerts, with screaming, dancing crowds.

True paradise on this planet, may be a totally unreachable goal.
But I finally found my paradise, which thankfully warms my soul.

This place I call paradise, is a wild and wooded tract,
Overlooking a pristine lake, these are the basic facts.

But it's what this spot on earth, does for me each day,
It makes my life adventurous, I'm very pleased to say.

On this forty acre tract of land, a plethora of wildlife abounds,
I refer to them as good neighbors, as strange as this may sound.

From the lowly Earthworms, that ply the loamy soil,
To the industrious Beaver, that always seem to toil.

And if I should look skyward, I may unexpectedly see,
A soaring Bald Eagle, looking right back down at me.

But if per chance I want to hear, the wildest of nature's songs,
I'll request our resident pair of Loons, commence a sing-along.

There's a harmony here, that's controlled by some divine design,
Which makes it impossible for me, to claim this paradise as mine.

I am but a temporary stewart, of these natural treasures one and all,
And my ashes will be spread right here, in paradise, when I get that final call.


Details | Lyric | |

Space, A Tribute To Wagon John

I'm just a person
not a tree to be climbed,
Or trampoline to jump on
when so inclined.
A Frisbee I'm not,
to be tossed in the wind,
Or a carrier pigeon
so me, please don't send.
I'm no welcome mat
to be laid at one's door,
To wipe and be walked on
like some rug on the floor;
I'm not a balloon
to hold anothers hot air,
Nor am I a wagon
to be pulled here and there.
Count me not as a scapegoat
when things go askew,
Endeavoring to tickle my ears
as you invariably do.
I seek no man's pity
and God made me no fool,
Allowing myself to be used
makes me that person's tool.
Unlike the planted oak
The hardiest of trees,
I must be free to go,
like wind, when I please.
I wasn't placed here
to compete in life's race,
I'm just a person who requires
Solitude and "Space";


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 | Free verse | |

Death

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


Details | Ballad | |

GULL (PARTII)

Everyone has to learn... 
To be a gull 
One day... 
It will be your turn 

In a sky... 
Perfect too 
Upwards I flew.... 
To meet you 

For, in us all 
Is a Jonathan Livingston 
Bursting through 
Gulls flight... 
In me and in you 

It is the spirit that takes us all... 
Reaching new heights 
New skies                                                                                                                        
New flights 

We all dream 
Some chose to be.... 
Gulls on the sea 
This is me.... 

As I sit, watching the going down of the sun 
The gulls swoop and turn 
I savour the thought 
Can I become.... 
One of those... 
Who fly until the day is done 

One day.... 
I will come as a gull 
Fly over the sea 
Swoop and turn with glee 
What it is to be free 
One day it will be 


Details | Imagism | |

POPPIES

How slight
The petal of
A poppy,flowering-
So much like us,beautiful,yet
Fragile.



Details | I do not know? | |

A Tale of My Sisters

 
With nimble imploring    
 
Of a tale found quite pretentious,
 
I found:
 
My sisters, my comrades,
 
Obtained skills some found offensive.
 
They roamed the hills of Scotland,
 
Burdened with hope enough for nations,
 
And every time our Mother cried,
 
Witnessed imprudent brutalization.
 
Through lands both waste and riches,
 
Continued on:
 
A solemn pilgrimage;
 
Armed with only incantations,
 
And herbs:
 
A witch's privilege.
 
Morrigan has told my spirit
 
What Brigid tried to say,
 
Men without us are monsters,
 
But their minds are such as clay.
 
That is why we carry on 
 
Our nomadic occupation,
 
Driven from villages as The Dragon dies,
 
Though what we bring's salvation.
 
I've seen my sisters burn on poles,
 
Through lights: Theatre Magic,
 
Everyone was awed indeed,
 
My sisters' fates were tragic.
 
So to ensure insure 
 
'Twas not in vain,
 
I set forth in expedition,
 
To find the valley between the hills,
 
That my sisters' lore has mentioned.


Details | Free verse | |

Behind these eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballad | |

Midnight

As I walk out into a deep sea of blue
I start to feel the new morning dew
Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars
I leave behind the pain of all scars

Swept away in this speckled blanket above
I know the stars are full of secrets and love
I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind
The dreams and secrets that I may once find

Soon I know this magical darkness will fall
And all will continue, our natural known call
So now let all found secrets be told
As will our sought out dreams unfold


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | I do not know? | |

Among Elk

Up before dawn, a feeling has drawn 
You into the mountain and trees.
Till the silence within, upon the whispering wind
A chime of bugles tease the breeze.
That majestic call, that is heard each fall
Since before our forefathers birth
And for those who take time, through rim rocks and pine
Listen and value their worth.

Each note high and low as each bugle ballad goes,
No two ever the same
They are all unique and if a chance to critique
Upon our hearts they claim.
We are put into state and can hardly wait
For the dawn of the upcoming morn
To glimpse hoof print in stride or a patch of hide
Or a tip of antler horn.
Just out of reach, lessons he’ll teach to those who play the game,
The tension and pull of a phantom bull, a soul never to tame.
While waiting and yearning, eyes straining, ears burning, 
Ringing till you can’t hear a thing,
To early to late, can’t hardly wait,
Patience like a bee sting.

Like a ghost in the night they filter through site
They tease and bugle and  brag,
As tell tale sign, weave and wind
Through timber, rocks and crags
Where a sapling tree, used to be
Now a twig broke scarred and torn
Velvet left there and shed of hair 
To tell the rut has been born.
Strong elk scent, down wind is sent
 From their bedded layer    
They are up once again and start to transcend 
 Letting us know they were there.
A little to late can change a state
Hopes almost fell,
But all rise again when a bugle begins
For among elk, we dwell.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Haiku Footle

Haiku

I Do




Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

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

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

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

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



Details | Sijo | |

The Dancing Sijo Butterfly

The aching wings of the butterfly did quiver delicately.
How with such immortal beauty do you escape my grasp?
Alas my sordid fingers could never uphold such grace.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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Who Am I

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

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


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.


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The Farmer

Among the trees and flowers adorned Two hundred hence this world was born As three structures were built on high These quilted years crept slowly by No simple thoughts of future's past As the farmer struck his iron cast The horses kept their hills four to ten Which all that ever should have been But a scorched past had hid amongst his kin His five thousand acres were down to ten In halls of wood now plastics resided Circles of time that only oceans confided Ten million wheels now encased the farm Where once sat the fields and barn The farmer's wife sat amazed at this How iron and steel now replaced what's his As the weeping wife sat next to his bed The farmer's voice crept into her head Fly above what now is dear Hold the shell up to your ear Find the path that sends you back Before our mothers' Jill and Jack At the highest point stolen by the sky Climb higher and higher and wave goodbye On wings of paradise tempered but taught Fade out like the star that we once sought


Details | Haiku | |

The Jungle Out There

Fastest in the land,
no matter, still enemies.
Keep one eye open.


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The flower

The flower is
the stem's cry 
of beauty 
to the universe.


Details | Epitaph | |

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

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


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The Fall

Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and see my shoes from above
My hair dances to the beat and the room grows smaller
As I fly away into space
I see the same things over and over and over and over
Little, burning, british styled cottages
What is it I’m waiting to see?
I dive into a cloud in search of what I know I will not find
My back aches as I reach for that I don’t know what;
I think I’m getting closer.
Over over here the air seems to be sweater
That, I think, is a sign I’m near.
It’s grimy, I’m flying on my tiptoes now. Tiptoes.
A ghost of sugar approaches me, with the sun as a head
I follow its finger and its mysterious direction and swim away
There! I’ve seen it! My heart takes the melody over
It is me who commands the tune! Pom-pom, pom-pom…..
As I grasp it I wait and wait and linger and remain
For the explosion.
I don’t know what to expect, its wrapping so beautiful!
From here, I Jazz my way down and fall back into this painful black shoes
But all is better now;
I Samba the day with a smile smudged on my features
I know there is Salsa in this world!
Then I walk down the street, moving my body
The Polkaing fingers won’t stop
They’ve been accelerated:
Tra la la la.


Details | Ballade | |

As I watched TV

As I watched TV.

I was trying to watch the Television
In the hospital one day
I persevered for a long, long time
Trying to listen to all the say
But all I heard was doom and gloom
Which hurt my senses bad
I saw the hatred and the anger
As I thought ‘This world is mad!!!’

And so I left that little screen
Started gazing at the lake
I cannot stand this human mess
Their world is a mistake
I sat there glancing at the trees
As beside the lake they danced
And saw the magic in blue sky
And then felt so enhanced.

I pondered on the state of man
Why has he broke away?
From everything that’s beautiful
And made his life so grey
As I wondered, would I ever fit?
Within this human race
Then the lake there, so serene
Put a smile upon my face.

6 April 2014 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

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


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


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

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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'God's Good Earth': a condensed sonnet

The fierce, graceful tiger
(a fearsome, wild beast)
is not meant as dinner
for someone's lavish feast.
The giant, harmless whale
(a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
against ruthless people.
All Earth's feral creatures,
of land, the sky, and sea,
are here as our teachers
and life's diversity.
   Save man's endangered worth
   and restore God's good Earth.



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 | Free verse | |

Visuddha

And on the cusp 
of the existential meaning behind 
lush gateway lips,
      and secret whispers through trees -
from the opening of the human throat;
      and up 
into the symbiotic 
                              showers 
                                               raining low
      from beyond the touch of rudimentary digits;
equations born of tenure minds
      distilling concoctions of swirling smoke,
alive between sums, brought in
      through the inhale, and out
through the exhale;
      and each monumental thread 
from streaming off 
                                              the tongue between
      two defining lips;
reverberating between the kiss (a raspberry ready
      to puncture the filmy skin of sugar) 
dying before 
      the next Universe can be born…

And then, there was light      
      as she opened
                             her mouth;
and there on the cusp 
      lay the tendril thought lost.

                                         (they like to slip away)



*For Sami's contest, from the throat, and through the lips...


Details | Sonnet | |

Survival


A lowly blossom, striving to sustain 
her beauty in the early morning mist, 
the crocus, craving moisture to maintain 
her stoic fight 'gainst winter's iron fist. 
A lowly mollusc slithers 'neath his shell, 
he slowly weaves, and leaves a silver trail, 
antennae primed and ready for the knell, 
when sparrows poke and peck his coat of mail. 
Creatures and plants in the midst of the fray, 
searching for sustenance, dying of thirst, 
staving off hunger, say, is there a way 
to count ourselves blessed, not feeble and cursed? 
   Predator, prey, both the fittest, the weakest; 
   who will prevail? I would bet on the shrewdest! 


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


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someday again








                                                 





                                                       driftwood--
                                                    someday again
                                                  another shoreline








 








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Winds of Change

Wind, a very strong wind
Uprooting formidable trees 
Of righteousness, morality descend
Wiping the butterflies and Bees

That bestow color and sweetness
To discerning sagacious eyes
Tormenting souls witness
How humanity cries

Destroying all that is in path
Reducing frail houses of virtues
To fragments in their wrath
And then the change ensues

Gigantic skyscrapers of lust
In the horizon of ambition 
Rise from the ground’s dust
Wearing immaculate condition

And pythons of motorways of concrete
Crawl in the serenity of greenery 
With smokes vehicles secrete
Atmospheric imbalance kills scenery

Change is the law of nature
Everything that exists is prone
To change and alteration of feature
Providence has decreed and shown

But must change adopt this fashion
As the smiling bud changes into flower
Can’t there be virtue in alteration
Is conflict with nature only answer


Details | Ballade | |

The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.


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Forgetting

Whilst we are raindrops,
we forget we are water.


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.


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Pond Life: Lillypads And Frogs

Pond Life: Lillypads and Frogs


lotus flower blooms
showa koi search old pond
pollywogs scatter

pulsing dragonfly
above shadowed frog on pad
unbridled tongue fast

~by deborah burch©
4/27/2012


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

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


Details | Free verse | |

Cosmos

Many civilizations have risen
and fallen; many big bangs 
and big crunch have happened;
unmoved, space reigns supreme,
leaving the definition and use of time
to us.........


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

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

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

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

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


Details | Imagism | |

Life is so dear

	Life is so dear
What seeds like thoughts or dreams
lay dormant near Walden pond?
I’ve wondered as I weeded.

All the while I’m wary
of the red winged black bird
wavering near the bulrushes,
a constant threat in my garden.
Like the voles they are wriggling rascals
that vex me.

Pondering the uncultivated plants 
those considered noxious, were
they pulled by Thoreau’s own hand?
Weeds are real, as are flowers.
Worthy and hardy fellows each has it’s age
and sometime it’s hard to tell which is which.

Through thickets and brambles
we create our own paths of exploration,
I suppose we all crave order
within our own designs.

For me there is nothing I want more
than to lay here and watch 
clouds roll by, tumbleweeds in the air.
I'll save order for another day...


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


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 | Kwansaba | |

High TIDE that Binds

Rhythm develops 
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm

high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride



Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

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

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

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


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

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

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

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


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 | 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 | Suzette Prime | |

the smell of the sea

the smell 
of the sea 
is overpowered by the
watermelon fragrance of newly mowed lawn

wagtails
hunting for unseen tit-bits 
among shrubs –
an earthworm becomes a bone of contention

a butcherbird swoops – 
swallowing the spoil

if only the wagtails had agreed to share...
there’s enough for all of us to go around


Details | Narrative | |

The Median Death of the Red Delicious

“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”


Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat. 

The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck, 
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s 
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun 

shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all, 
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat, 
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face. 
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with 

a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold 
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes 
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its 
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats. 

It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough. 
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle, 
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit. 
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint 

of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams, 
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows – 
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert 
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality), 

the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye, 
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition. 
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.

It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends 
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge 
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness

in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert. 
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.


*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)


Details | Ballade | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal at New Dawn

To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.

A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?

Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.

Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.

How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.


Details | Ballade | |

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 | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Sonnet | |

The universe is MAYA-illusion-w

A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image of sky and pool, even the wood
This material world is, philosophically, illusion.
We know the way to create imaginary world
We humans can not dispense with illusion.

Now slowly taking the hands apart or aside
The water, the image will disappear soon
It was just an illusion in one’s mind created
We live immersed in dreams and illusion.

“We are stuff as dreams are made on and
Our little life is, with a sleep, surrounded”*

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 *A quote from William Shakespeare

* Maya means illusion in Indian languages.
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First Placement
For the contest : The power in your hands by Carolyn Devonshire


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

The Reality Of

I have problems seeing the Christian God as the Alpha and Omega
-
All phases of life depending on Him
No matter what decision's made, he has the ball in his court-

He plays games in spite our feelings such as asking  Abraham to murder 
his only son- if that God knew what we think and what we feel-
how could he do that- then to reneg on it just to show He's real.

His followers know- they claim, God knows the universe and our hearts-
then why did he need proof from Abraham  to show boat his love for him?
Why did he hurt him so bad- with the close death of his only son for an Angel to come down and say “Stop!”
Why did God need that masochistic proof when he already know?

And supply our needs, no matter how large or small? What about all the 
millions of children who die everyday from starvation? From abuse and rape?
Is that just a “different way” for the almighty giver?”

He knows the weight of our burden yet never tries to lighten it.
He know when we are trying, he knows we care
Monitors each stumble, beneath weight too heavily given us.
Monitors but does not help- 
God's mercy to our sufferings is like a butcher's empathy to a cow he
bled for money....

“God shall never leave us,” I believe he enjoys the masochistic sights- perhaps that is why
he never leaves our side.

Praise and adoration to Him, as we live in *****and are forced into survival by sin?
Bend MY knee to him, I think not.

I'd rather a Man act as a God than a God act worse than a man.

Heaven has no turmoil- heartache or desperation, Policemen or judges,
murderers or convicts. Why we ask- Cause' God wants that masochistic play.


He says to forget about worldly pleasures- that is the only way into Heaven
Before it is too late- He wishes to corrupt those who have yet to be corrupted.
A jealous God, yes he is.

And they say upon the Lord-”They shall raise up upon the wings of eagles, shall
run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” All that means to me is you are more a slave in heaven than in life.
“He made many waters, not all streams will run dry”, yet he killed the entire world just to have fun playing with his big boat full of animals he could manipulate.

“But without faith it is impossible to please him” Do, if one can communicate God we wouldn't need faith.  And  faith alone-
For” God so loved the world  he gave his only begotten son” Mayhap He did, but so far as I see it was the Romans who held him captured and and crucified him.


Details | Quatrain | |

Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.


Details | Quatern | |

Symbolic Icon's Flight

<                          Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                            Arrow finds it's target's marking
                            blood curling like an volcano's erupt
                            world leader speaks vocal barking


                           Majestic crowns within a reach
                           symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           For there are still own young to teach
                           under feathered wings that are cupped


                           Flightless viewing ones been corrupt
                           captured essance of feathered friend
                           Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           tears traces remain in the end 


                          Those who reach new found milestones
                          keep soaring way on up and up
                          for now I stay chilled to the bone
                          symbolic icon's flight abrupts





Tribute To The Bald Eagle


Also Entry For
DR. Ram's 
Quatern Contest 
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


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 | Imagism | |

Snow

Flakes falling on our heads.
Ebullient animas of angels
Rejected at heaven’s gate.
White.
Pure.
Light.
Soft.
Tender.
Innocent.
ICE-COLD!
Silent.


Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

IF ONLY I HAD ONE DAY

If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Blank verse | |

A Rose Like No Other

On a secluded hillside,
The wildflowers bloom,
A special garden tucked away,
Basking in the sweetness of life.

In the center blossoms a strange flower,
The only rose among the field,
Deep red and smelling so good, 
Different than all the others.

Storm clouds come and go,
Bright sunlight reappears, 
And fire sprouts from the soil below,
The rose is completely engulfed.

The caressing flames subside, 
But the flower still stands,
Now more magnificent than ever,
Seeming to burn from within.

Glistening like a million rubies,
Petals like silk to the touch,
Here grows the gift of perfection,
All who see its beauty are breathless,

But humans wish to perfect perfection...
A match is lit to again set fire to the rose,
The flames turn into an inferno,
Reaching astounding pure white light.

When the fire recedes a second time,
The perfect rose quivers.. and falls to ash,
Perfection cant survive in this world,
With us destroying the things we have been given,

Hoping to perfect perfection...



Details | Free verse | |

Elephant Song

Back in 1950 things were very different
the plains of Africa teemed with life
vast herds of elephants some 80 years or more
once a hunters paradise no thought to the future

This land was raped by people time and again
harsh years of drought cause great suffering
as the temperatures soar up in the 120's
land barren and dying parched for rain

These days we are far more enlightened
now shooting mainly done with camera
but still the damage is done numbers depleted
few elephants of even 40 years to led the herds

Now we are aware and try to conserve
their plight well known now through media
maybe in years to come the 80-90 year olds
will freely roam the African savannah again

Sadly due to man crowding the plains
we never again will see the vast herds
they say an elephant never ever forgets
what a wealth of knowledge they have

Each week now we hear news of births
of some of the rarest animals on earth
working together in conservation
we can live side by side in harmony


Details | Rhyme | |

The Butterfly

How merry seems the butterfly
Who flutters to and fro then floats
So aimlessly across the sky
In search of flowers nectar soaked.

How carefree seems this insect
Who does not question why
Nor cares much that his intellect
Is nothing as compared to mine.

Yes, at peace is the butterfly
And once man shared this peace
But answers to his questions why
Man seeks and will not cease.

And, as he solves these mysteries
Vast knowledge he unfolds
Along with that comes the miseries
Of still more answers yet untold.

I know now why Adam and Eve
Were so precious in God's eye
For in them God had found a need
As now, I need the butterfly.


                      Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Free verse | |

A grain of sand to the universe

A tiny, concrete-covered sphere,
floating in an infinity of nothing,
thinking it’s something.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

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



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

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



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

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

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





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 | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

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

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

some days...

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

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

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

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

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


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 | Verse | |

Life's Reason


LIFE'S REASON?

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 | 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 | Lyric | |

Just Be

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





Details | 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 | Parallelismus Membrorum | |

Loftiness And Lowliness

From loftiness one becomes lowly
.   and from lowliness one becomes lofty.

Consider the highest of the peaks; 
.   it has nothing but rocks and snow only.
Consider the lowest of the plains; 
.    it is filled with every kind of life.

Consider the biggest of the behemoths; 
.   the thoughts of its mind are all about
.    food alone.
Consider the the smallest of the mammals; 
.    it can be shrewder than any creature.

Consider the tallest of the trees; 
.   it is the first thing that a lightning
.   strikes.
Consider the shortest of the shrubs; 
.    no fiercest northern wind can uproot it.

Consider the heaviest of the clouds; 
.   it is the soonest water to fall.
Consider the slightest of the vapors; 
.    it shall continue its rise.

Consider the mature palm branch; 
.   it is brought down by its heaviness.
Consider the new and fresh leaf; 
.    its lightness lifts it up.

Consider the size of the elephant; 
.   by it, this animal would be the first
.   a hunter notices.
Consider the smallness of the ant; 
.    with it, only a few is interested
.    with it as a food.

Consider the fruits on the trees; 
.   most of them are useless when they fall.
Consider the crops on the ground; 
.    they are more useful where they are.

Still, consider the large watermelon; 
.   its stem cannot lift it up.
Then, consider the plum on its tree; 
.    its weight raises it high.

Consider the mass of the rock; 
.   it falls straightly to the ground.
Consider the lightness of the feather; 
.    it settles down gently.

And consider the top of earth; 
.   it is made up by mud and dirt.
Consider the bottom of the ground; 
.    gold and precious stones are found in it.

For the Great I AM has more grace
.  for the humble than the proud; 
. pay attention, you lofty ones, 
.    for there is wisdom in meekness!


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 | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


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Spotted Division

spotted division

birch trees live in black and white

bark reveals secrets




(June 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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


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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.


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Introspection

I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.


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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


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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


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Cro-Magnon


The Cro-Magnon started to preach
the tribe was hanging from his lips;
coarse beastly voice emerged to breach
the lack of speech and concept grips.

He was the shaman of the clans;
in his night dream he visioned game;
the bison herds roam Tundra lands,
his grapheme sounds tried to exclaim.

His bony hands reached up to skies,
his beard was resined and throat clogged,
transmitted growling his advice
to minds that dithered scared and fogged.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his grumbles suffer to pronounce
his language is a growling calque,
he jumps up front, and starts to flounce.

The Cro-Magnon flounces and jumps
upon the crags transmits wisdom
his bony fists lift to aboves
and growls his calque to sky's freedom.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his agony repeats the words;
the message growls throughout the crags
echoes and scares rock snakes and birds.

"This is a message from the Gods"
the rumble of countless hoofs nears,
the earth shakes while he forebodes,
- his face-grimace in dirt and tears.

Beyond the crags the human stares,
huge are the gods with hoofs that thrum;
become the prey of hunters' snares,
that throw them down beating the drums.

The smiles reveal their broken teeth,
the Cro-Magnons ignite the fire,
and celebrate dancing beneath
the night's dark calls and growls of ire.

© G. V. 04-11-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)






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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.


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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.

 


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MEDITATION

Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension

-M&M


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Day One

Day One

Day one lays unfathomed
Like mist in the Sky.
Oh dear mouth halts the murmur
And behold the noon sky.
Eyes on the line watch the new heavens
As it marches gently with the noon.
On this clear noon sky, yet decision ceases to be made
And accepts being delayed till in the moon.

How vague will day one continues to be
Like a buried resources?
The day soon speaks needless to wither words:
The night will come and the session will begin.
And on this sacred night will this decision be proclaimed
With no iota of doubt,
That a nation will become his own;
With the next day never in doubt.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

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

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

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

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


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baitball shadow

*baitball shadow followed by predators – the ego contained
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I Frame

I Frame 

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

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

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

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

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



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Solitude

Through morning fog,
and mountain air,
a path less traveled
takes me there…
With new found strength,
where once was none,
as I climb high,
so does the sun.
In this secret, quiet,
hidden spot,
time reveals
what’s important...
- and what is not.
It doesn’t matter
what you’ve bought,
but it matters
what you’ve built.
If you make your
presence noticed,
then your absence 
will be felt…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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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


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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. 


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Earth, Water, Fire, Air

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


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The Crap of Life

Each crap life takes
Fertilizes the world
Ah! Smell the spring air


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two

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


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Aestheticism

I am an aesthete to the nature and its colors,

what will be the beauty of its creator? 

My aestheticism fails to asses.


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If You Think

If You Think...

If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then  
You must have been building castles in the air and thus 
 Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
 A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
 Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where 
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where  
 Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where 
 Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
 A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
 Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
 Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
 Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
 Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers. 
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons 
 Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
 “Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that 
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish. 

A.O
19/2/2014

________________________________________
Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
________________________________________ Please visit "About this poem"


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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.


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Environments Verse

Can a word be just a tree?
Is a forest any form of poetry?
Where the soil adds imagery of style,
Rains make the flow of each line.
Light the feeling that reader reacts too.
Warmth of summer the deep rich stanzas,
Winters frigid ways the ending of strength.


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Lunania

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


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Whilst in the country

Whilst in the country

Sometimes whilst in the country
I’m feeling really great
As the breeze it rustles through the trees
And in me does create
Words that come out soft and sweet
As I’m wishing I lived there
Yet all around are countless folk
With faces filled with care

They’re just like all those city folk
But they have no excuse
Bricks and concrete all around
Is an awful kind of  noose !
But in the country, boy, oh boy
How can folk be so glum?
How can they walk around like this?
With all their feelings numb.

To walk around and feel real grand
Is the way I like to be
I love to laugh, and dance through life
Though I am seventy
But if I lived out in the country
Sixty, I’d be again
Cause country life would make me feel
Like a fish, on a day of rain.

2 August 2013 @ 1655hrs.





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Carnations

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


© ~JSLambert  2011


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Golden Wheat

Golden wheat planted 
amongst lowly grasses
Must learn to withstand 
life's stormy weather




(c) Copyright Christine Kysely

(May 13th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)



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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.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


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seasons mood

This conclusion says it all

Winter, Summer, Fall symbolize all, seasons moods

tell a story, a conclusion can never tell….

-Samip Mehta 


this for those, who mood is based on the weather of their life, rainy depressed, sunny happy......


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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | List | |

Days End.

Moonbeams, floating
Cool breeze, flowing
Clear skies, glowing
Daily duties, slowing.


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Big Brother

Eruption silenced 
by a snowstorm of violence:
Nature unbalanced


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Yin and Yang

Nature and God, God and nature: mankind exists in their Yin and Yang.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dust of Africa

For ever- and a thousand years, Africa has been our home,
and when our ancestors returned to dust, they became her fertile loam.
So the dust of the deserts and of the plains is part of our ancient line,
and their age-old voice has whispered to us, from before the beginning of time.
 
Their spirit’s calls out, for you to return, and visit them if you will,
so you finally came back,  to the cradle of man, to answer this ancient pull.
By now you know, the fate I warned, has inevitably come to pass-
that the dust of Africa has filtered in, and found its way to your heart!
 
Now the ancient motes of the ancient land, evermore will be
embedded in your head, and  in your heart, where you may think none can see
-but the ancients know, that your visit home has made you, for the first time, whole
and that the land of your fathers, fathers, father is now infused in the depths of your soul.

So they will sing in your sleep, to their dust in your veins, more sweetly than ever before
till you return once again, to journey with them through the land that gave birth to us all

Russell Gammon


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Reflections in the Firelight

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

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

of my heart.

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

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


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Nature's Eyes

As white smoke rises on black water glass
And skies lay still on horizon's line
I'll sit here in peace, watch the morning pass
To seek reasoned questions for man's design
This scene cares not for any tomorrow
Nor feels conflict if a storm seeks a reply
Tranquility brings death without sorrow
Only man has the potential to cry
Does nature understand its own beauty?
And are we nothing more than nature's eyes?
Born to fulfill this singular duty
Another creature waiting for demise

The skies have changed on horizon's line
While I found no answers for man's design


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


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The Cold Moon

the cold moon rises
setting emptiness afire;
engulfing the night...


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Dreamer

I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
 


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The Guiding Gleam

Within the heart where vibrant waves
Rise and fall to ocean’s test
Many ships through reflected light
Steadily steer till they are blessed....

Ashore their stands a bright light house
like a mountain looming tall
and guides the ships if they are right
or are drifting away at all...

When lost between misleading waves
they try to steer the righteous way
 the golden glow then rescues them
as tides change with glistening spray....

When these waves rest in peace
as each ship swiftly sails the sea
with all its might, the gleam of light
haloes the heart's true destiny...


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The Rose and I

Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* the Himalayan rose
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
You should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.

Quick came the response from rose
“Am not lonely, enjoy these heights
Shelter of blue umbrella”.
I asked if I crush your petals
Rose said he would be glad
Its fragrance will radiate.
Purpose of life fulfilled
If destroyed not admired.

As I was about to pluck it,
It said,*Stop, give a second thought”.

“If you truly love me
Better leave it on my stem
If still cannot resist the desire
Pluck me but respect the thorns
As your lady has pins and needles
In case you don’t feel me
Give it to someone but still
My fragrance will stay in your hands.”

                     ******

========================
Date: 30-9-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth place win
Contest: The Rose (Allegory) Giorgio Veneto


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Memories Lost

Memories Lost


past entangled snares
heavy laden under mire
lurk memories lost

deeply seeded held
cleverly hidden in mist
are memories lost

heaving  hoeing
ebbing flowing never showing
all memories lost

~deborah burch©
4/28/2012


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


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The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


Details | Romanticism | |

OPEN OUR EYES

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



Details | Epic | |

Raven's Verse The Message For You There

Among The Dead
Raven's Verse

Long ago in far off days
Where here lived creatures long dead
And went more gentle and good
Upon this fair Earth led
Ravens flew and understood
E'en spoke the words of man
When His blessings were on him right
Now they will not –but they can
And must with the coming night
To bring sunrise to another day

Come here and sit near
Silence keep first
So I may give a little and share
Raven's verse
Listen with care
To the message for you there
Of  her kind and their calling
Now as they fall from their skies
Around her whisper the souls of the fallen
And demand a re-opening of eyes
Collection of a debt
Communion with the wise
A new promise to be kept

Raven stood 
“Grace!” said she
“And God be with you all  we say
For e'en now we see
And know each man must find his way
To another way to be
My powers inform spells
Of a vision—a voice dream
My miracles effective tells
Powers that bring to life – I seem
To re-create the faintest echo well---
There is no breathe in them
Spoken into a void   words
Hearts there is no death o them
In the Language Of The Birds                    
                                     LISTEN!

Howling like wolves
Born of that wild marriage
Wandering witches
Like demons of the sand
Chant

The Wandering Witches Song
You were coming 
This we knew
Whispered to us by the breeze
Streams from mountains
Told us too
Long before you reached the trees

Yet how could we see
The soul o you
Red with blood
And black with hate
Or would we welcome if we knew
The fear with which 
You approached our gate
Or smile to face
The eyes that hid
An anger nothing could abate?
The die was cast
By the hour we did
We were possessed
It was too late

We saw the sword 
Turn in your hand
We saw and knew
You were afraid
Of all you could not understand
So with our love 
To you   we made
The vow to which
Our strength was forfeit
By our promise to forget
The winds that whispered in us stilled
And those who did not pledge 
You killed

We've come along
With you at head
To protect your reason from the moon
Our power to reflect your dread
Your knowledge racing to the tomb
Yet all was growth
Beyond your sight
For we are Masters of the Womb
We own the Spirit, Earth, and Night
And all that moves beneath the Seas
But know our time approaches light
For now you even threaten these!

D. Kuri


Details | Lyric | |

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




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 | Cowboy | |

Cowboy Legacy

There’s a legacy inside him,
As he sits upon his steed;
His heart is filled with honesty,
Not perjury or greed;

He rides the same old range,
That his father rode before;
And it’s been that way for forever,
A hundred years or more;

Pushin’ cattle, brandin’ calves,
That is a cowboy’s life;
Someday he may settle down,
And make some girl his wife;

He’s spent so many lonely nights,
Sleeping under the stars,
He hasn’t got a tattoo,
What he has are battle scars;

There’s a rip across his stomach,
From a rangy longhorn steer;
And even though it hurt like hell,
He never shed a tear;

He always outs on a brave face,
Emotions locked inside;
And for his cowboy heritage,
He feels only pride.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

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


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Acrostic | |

The Transformation



Shed the clay that strives to be an anchor
Tarnishing, but for awhile, the dreams of man
Addled hopes can rise in the morning’s mist
Instead of languishing beneath despair
Replenished strength awakens the spirit
With a simple drink from the Milky Way
And flirtations with Perseus opens up
Yielding beauty in heaven’s realm
The grave that holds yet, a soul to Earth,
Owns the judgment of defeat
There is none, but one, that must decide
How to build on wishes made
Even when the faltering of darkness
Shadows well the light of faith
There is a spark that burns the night
As gravity shows force, to mark a trail
Rise! Rise, you fallen man!
Strive to be among the stars


-Virginia Mitchell

Contest- STAIRWAY TO THE STARS (Acrostic)
Sponsor- Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 



Details | Free verse | |

On the Ocean's Edge

Follow me down 
To the cold oceans playground
Where children dance and frolic
At building sandcastle dreams
That the sea will sluice away
Beginning its concerto

From the driftwood surfing waves 
Over the metronome melody
Of the gilded Herring Gull
And the rhythmic percussion
From the smoothed rolling pebbles
The symphony consumes

Softly hanging in the Atlantic winds
Just cresting over the song of dawn
The strings of the Willow reverberating 
In concert with the viola of first light…


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Tree

The tree has been careless
Not wanting to be in a place for so long
It has forgotten what it waited for
For centuries
Las raíces han sido afuera en el sol
Burning scarlet forgetfulness into the very
esencias de la cultura
The youth
se pudren
Without the nourishment of the roots that anchor them against the
Beautifully wicked roar of the azure sea

Las sirenas se llaman
Sticky sweet soprano song
Matando los sonidos de mis ancienos
antes que la musica se penetra las orejas
The guidance is gone
The leaves are defenseless, curled up in
Twisted ideas of direction
Listening to the golden notes in the air
Beckoning them to the sweet sound of 
destruction

It can only hold out for so long 
Until the plunge

Sin las raíces
Las hojas no pueden estirar 
a los cielos 
la piel no puede respirar
la fuerza del pasado
ha desaparecido con el Sol
Escuche el viento, la madre se llora
las lágrimas devoran los cielos
El futuro viene rápidamente como un huracán
Tirando, tirando

It can only hold out for so long
Until the plunge


(to Spanish Speakers, I gladly welcome some grammer help! I know there are 
some mistakes so please, dish it out!)


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight Worship

Through each passing night
I profess the songs of my spirit
Into the darkening sable skies
Ever higher and uninhibited

A complete release of each aspiration
Reverberating into faint perpetuity
Softly through the damp silken strands 
Through the restive web spun of today

My pining hopes softly tumble
Petioles of desire’s violet blossom
Onto the sleeping eyes of reverie
In perfumed hopes my essence stirs

Here I beseech the untapped promise
In sweet mint blossoms of Black Birch trees
On the seashore I profess my passions
To the moon I rise and fall in the reverent waves


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part III

An azure ocean
Displaced by mighty blackness
The horizon dies


Details | Haiku | |

North

The Moon with the
star above,
reminds us of the north.


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 | Haiku | |

BEAUTY

Ah, beauty must die
Impermanent flower
Showing gratitude 

©david byrne june ‘12


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 | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

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



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


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

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

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

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

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Narrative | |

The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.


Details | Imagism | |

Rhythm of hope

To you, my companion of rhapsody;
Whisper in the white pines of winter.
I hear you, a bohemian spirit.
Rise to touch the sky, it’s your music.
I reflect and see you in a still pond,
White clouds parade seasons across the blue,
An epiphany, as time passes.
Long dry grasses of winter rustle,
I see your heart bristle off the dust.
In rivulets of melting snow, a thaw.
You murmur, the growing time is coming;
Yes, we can sing the robins song and rejoice.


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Sun

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


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


Details | Free verse | |

Waves of Life

When pushed under by a wave,
Rolling with the punches it deals,
Until you begin to run out of air,
And you fight to surface for a breath,
Only to be pushed under by the next wave,
Awed by their power,
Reminded of life's struggles,
Waves of hardship pulling you under,
Strugling to survive through the struggles of life and death,
Overjoyed with the peace in between,
Little things seem huge and all powerful,
Until those towering waves of life push you under again.


Details | Haiku | |

new hope


passion pink spring snow
on tsunami survivors
showers new hope

deborah burch©
07/10/12


Details | Free verse | |

Captivated

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Samurai

The Samurai warrior stands unassuming, quiet, and fits in to the background on any occasion,
Each month is a month of new life, gales rush and sound over the tops of trees, he listens,
His life is one of wisdom and military education, he judges nobody but he protects innocence,
He respects all the seasons, the beauty of nature in all of its forms, a profound philosophy.

The rich cultivation of his disciplined spirit is a lifetime lesson, it has taught respect.
He watches as flowers show through the earth and wonders at their delicacy, a poetic beauty,
A true warrior treasures personal enlightenment, it is honed and is polished with refinement,
Enlightenment, watching pink cherry blossom in leafless trees, as nature provides everything.

Rich cultivation of the mind is expressed by his meticulous writings with skills of an artist,
His spring is spiritual, thick blossoms are pure a true joy, a China rose unfolds a red petal,
He lives an unwritten code of Bushido his values will never be comprised he is a man of honor,
And the true warrior holds loyalty and courage above all, he is veracious and has compassion.

Times in deadly combat does not take away compassion for the weak, the needy or the children,
A man of tempered steel, a man who would happily die for his cause, has a gentle simple life,
In a wood on a kind day, meditating on a warm rich river bank, the trickling water is peace,
The Samurai has respect for life, humility is the sign of power, a power through submission,

These hard won gifts, balance the Samurai warrior, he has a passion for philosophy, integrity,
As words can hurt others he carefully chooses what to say, when to say, each word is guarded,
To these men of few words, each word is a powerful statement and they do not abuse this power,
It's difficult to get them to talk, they will ask questions and they listen, then they advise.


Details | Blank verse | |

WHITE BARK PINE

the white bark pine
bends windwards
the west wind
roars in from the west
mercilessly flogging
flurries of snow
the white bark pine
turns away
and doesn’t want to know
it does not have to swivel
and twist through human debris
it just must ride the winter
arthritic as it is
and show up living white
in next year’s summer sun
without articulation
of twisted pain


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Suzette Prime | |

The Fish Eagle

master of the river calling to his mate 
I lift my face to the early morning sun 
just in time to see him swoop 
extending  talons 
scooping  fish  
bearing it aloft 
he settles 
on an overhanging branch 
and savours his catch of the morning – ripping 
then we are all one – the fish eagles and I 


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | Free verse | |

THE MOON

Like a devoted dog, ignorant of human schemes,
The Moon returns and seems to watch,
Towards worldly affairs she is ambivalent,
Instead she simply shines. 

©david byrne oct ‘12


Details | Sonnet | |

" STARS"

"Stars"
I do not know how big they are,
But I can see them twinkle from afar.
Their shape to me is yet unknown,
Still I can see them where ever I go.

Way high up there in the night sky,
Farther than any bird could ever fly.
"How did they get so far away,?"or
"Will they fall down to earth someday?"

When I look through my window late at night,
I stare at those stars,so beautiful and bright.
One day I know there won't be any cars,
But when I look up there will always be stars 


Quentin Alexander Sands


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 | |

Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


Details | Sijo | |

Amber

I look into the heart of the amber, exposed to all
A brief moment in the past, perfect as the day it was formed
Stale tears on cheeks carry the code of a life lived in full


Inspired by Debbie G's "Cling - Sijo


Details | Haiku | |

Water

The cold mountain stream
So crisp fresh and crystal clear
It wakes up my soul


Details | Haiku | |

a given day

a given day to complete its trajectory sun sets in minutes


Details | Free verse | |

Lamenting My Lost World

We come as strangers to this virgin land After succumbing to the impossible Astonished by the solitude of shamed regret for what we've done Still stunned with grief for what is gone.... We stand in voiceless, numb despair To gaze upon what we have maimed A blue veined world we've left behind Appearing weightless in the sky So far from us beyond the maze Of smoky dust, of lingering flames, engulfed, and choked, by those who paid the dearest price, who lie in graves And from carved names of marbled sorrow We weep for all those lost tomorrows From here, our eyes might be deceived To peer beyond the starry seas to earth,... a home we claimed to love so far above,... or did we lie? How strange it is, now seen from here remains yet beautiful to the eye As we stand wide eyed, upon new shores And look from here, to the earth so far How fragile, is our earth still spinning Where winds of war divided races And homes we loved wear ravaged faces And now as we begin, again How do we avoid the sin? How precarious this world untouched can be Where seas are blue and birds fly free Have we learned, from where we've been? We must repent..........recall it all One last look upon the old I feel a shiver of the cold Spinning, dying, looking small I catch my breath........and close my eyes swallow tears of anguished cries I'll turn my head before it falls
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Details | Rhyme | |

Treasure House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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 | Cowboy | |

LISTEN SHHHHHH

IF YOUR VERY VERY QUIET 
AND VERY VERY STILL
YOU CAN HEAR HIM TALKING
AND KNOW THAT HE IS REAL

WHISPERING THROUGH THE TREES
AND THE SONGS OF THE BIRDS
CHIRPING OF THE CRICKETS
MOVEMENT OF THE HERD

THE RUSTLING OF GRASS
SOFTLY PUSHED ASIDE
BY FEET STEPPING QUIETLY
PAUSING WHILE IN STRIDE

A MARE SOFTLY COAXING
A PRECIOUS NEWBORN FOAL
THE CREATION OF LIFE
WARMS YOU TO YOUR SOUL

IF YOU LISTEN YOU CAN HEAR
YOUR HEART SLOWLY BEATING
COUNTING OUT THE SECONDS
OF YOUR SHORT LIFE FLEETING

JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LISTEN
TO ALL THE THINGS YOU MISS
WORRYING ABOUT DAY TO DAY
TOO LONG IS YOUR LIST

LISTEN TO WHAT IS IMPORTANT
LIFE GOES ON ALL AROUND
THINK NOW WHAT YOU’RE HEARING
AND THE TREASURES YOU FOUND

SO IF YOU’RE VERY VERY QUIET 
AND VERY VERY STILL
YOU’LL KNOW WHO IS TALKING
AND KNOW THAT GOD IS REAL






Details | Prose | |

Keep The Balance

Agate skies filled with cloud-swirls;
twisting, turning rivers of music dance above.

Below angry magma bubbles up a sea of madness.
Its chaotic belching disrupts all life.

Earth is full of dragons, all colors, shapes and sizes.
Slaying dragons is a waste when no one realizes 
what they've done.

Perhaps we need those dragons more than we know.
Opposites are everywhere; yin and yang provide a balance.

Black and white, left and right,
love and hate, war and peace but,
blind humans see only one side.

One-sidedness is the great destroyer today.
A well-oiled Earth runs on diversity.

Cloud-swirls and angry belching magma are different cogs
working together.
Dragons are as necessary as everything else
and we must learn to teach instead of destroying them; to…
tame our dragons.

Earth needs color and sound to survive balanced chaos and harmonics ensure a smoothly running planet in a universe of well-oiled, celestial machines.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

The Constitution of a Aging Veggie Eater

I the aged, will do my solemnly best
to eat all my green like vegetables 
and what every doctor Oz says is good for my body 
and will affirm that in good faith, I give my word that, I will protect my colon and my heart 
to the best of my ability, to preserve my health and defend my new way of life 
no matter how young i may feel at the time...  

P.S.  But if a desert comes into view, I will not, do my Hostess best to walk away?!  
               but eat it with the vigor of a young woman, without a waist line!    
  
    
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             "Oath of office of the President of the United States"

	"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President
of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the
Constitution of the United States."

en.wikipedia.org/.../Oath_of_office_of_the_President_of_the_United_States


Details | Personification | |

The Garden of Death

There grew in a garden,
White flowers pale as death,
That grew in rows like tombstones, 
Their odor; foul like dragons breath.

Flowers bent and brittle,
Stems with many a thorn,
No sweet fragrance, just a stench,
Their existence was one to mourn.
 
These deadly flowers spread,
The world was its domain, 
Its roots had leeched all over,
And no other life could remain.

Only these flowers grew,
The earth’s soil was rotten,
This decay consumed all life. 
Its plague could not be forgotten.

When it spread its poison,
Life on earth was finished,
All life had become extinct,
The whole world had been diminished.

Even though its fiction,
All this could become true,
These flowers merely symbols, 
Of hate that could live within you.

Evil spreads so quickly,
To hearts that are hollow,
People want the easy life, 
A route that’s easy to follow.

Evil tries to tempt you,
Disguised as a flower,
Don’t be tricked by its beauty, 
Or you’ll fall under its power.

Take control of your life, 
Don’t let your heart harden,
Or you’ll become this flower,
A spawn of this deadly garden.


Details | Epic | |

Bite

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


- Adam


Details | I do not know? | |

BORNEO'S GREEN HEART

A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam


Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430


Details | Suzette Prime | |

Freedom

the caged lion sniffs the air
barrier lifted 
freedom is a step away 
an unknown concept 

we rush out headlong 
embracing perceived freedom 
yet hopelessly lost 
in an idealized pursuit 

This poem is also known as "Caged", to distinguish it from another poem by me, named "Freedom".



Details | Ballade | |

Sipping tea

Sipping tea

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.


Details | Free verse | |

To Be As A Leaf

To Be As A Leaf
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift

To be as leaf
…food and so fire for the flame 
of hearth and human souls

and to be leaf floating on the river of my ever days


Details | Senryu | |

' FROM MEN '

======================= ~*~ apes never agree men are from them - oh! never ~ evolutionized. APES better than US? apes never smoke, never kill unlike humans - DO! ~*~ ==================================


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


Details | Free verse | |

Failure in trial ( BP and others)

They claimed  found the solution
Failed  each trial  declared  future safe

Crime to kill ocean species in spills
There should be a law to mend  lives

I bill if no such law  to be all one piece


Details | Free verse | |

' EMPEDOCLES '

=================================== ~*~ Earth Air Water Fire ~ Terrestrial home ~Realms of soaring Eagles ~Kingdom of marine treasures ~Flaring effulgence " CLASSICAL ELEMENTS " Four Rootage of Life existence Believed to be the origin of all subsistence From the Biggest to the Minutest From the massive to the Lightest From the most Universal to the most Particular Butterflies, flowers Birds, clouds Dolphins, seabeds Trees, grass, leaves Sun, moon, atmosphere Earth, Life and "EVERYTHING" Through LOVE - combined Through STRIFE - separated ... ~*~ =============================================== *-* EMPEDOCLES PHILOSOPHICAL PROJECT *-* everything is made up of the four elemental roots... ...air,water,earth and fire... all possible through the 2 forces known as " LOVE " which combines these roots to form a certain special object and " STRIFE " which separates them when they die.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Poet

A bright morning sun reflected off the everlasting hills and over blushing flowers,
Then onto whispering trees heavy with fruit, over purling steams and dimpled lakes,
A poet, dipping his pen into the ink that writes of pure images in the urn of truth,
Writing besotted letters, of imperishable brightness, weighing immortality of nature.

Having the wisdom of nature suited to the right regulation and adjustment to changes,
That exists in man to understand the beauties of nature not just on a summer morning,
Nights are spent in the midnight oil chasing words to express the beauty we all see,
Words to highlight understanding to enhance desires and refinements to see as the poet.

Revelations not beyond reach to bring beautiful scenes into homes, the true philosophy,
When philosophy acknowledges the unlimited range of its sphere bringing light to all,
Whose posy has charmed the fancy and whose works have enriched the world of letters,
Many poets whose eloquence has astonished even only a few, the researches are rewarded.


Details | Free verse | |

In quest of love

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Galah tree

Galah Tree

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Mount Fuji

Mount Fuji

sleeping volcano
snow-capped icon of Japan
beckons pilgrims

deborah burch©
07/04/2012


Details | Sonnet | |

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 | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


Details | I do not know? | |

-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)


Details | Sedoka | |

Natures call

lost ..myself ..still to be found

nature ..a balad bringing 

serenity in the mind of a poët

closed eyes ..hear

as wind whispers .. leafs start to scream 

meditating ..i am one 


Details | Senryu | |

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

‘ A Snake In The Grass … ’    19th Senryu



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


Details | Ballade | |

DARKNESS AND LIGHT


Before the morning, a faint pewter blush
feels night’s last kiss, its familiar farewell,
Though dawn rises with an apricot flush,
Day shatters the quiet, disturbs the knell,
And rays scorch the mist upon the dry dell.
The sun is cruel, it can steal and blind,
Flames hide a hunger that no man can quell...
Darkness and light are but a trick of mind. 

During the evening, dusk’s hold seems to crush
pale blue. Deep in the woods where owls dwell,
silver wolves stretch and then from their lairs rush,
to hunt in a field, one bleat and a lamb is felled,
but a child dreams sweetly, a mother’s heart swells
in the old house on the hill and she finds
delight in late hours, their velvet well...
Darkness and light are but a trick of mind. 

The poet with pen, the artist with brush,
Captures life’s contrasts, tries to retell
a story stale. A lamp’s dim glow can hush
laughter and shade can lend a tender shell,
shadows warn, for the too bright can repel,
Still, gloom is harsh while radiance is kind,
But caution, friend, from grey clichés rebel...
Darkness and light are but a trick of mind. 

The crook is a hero, the priest a rakehell, 
And the mere abstract can not be defined, 
Thick smoke in mirrors is hard to dispel...
Darkness and light are but a trick of mind. 


Details | Haiku | |

Lilies on the sand

Lilies on the sand
clothe the sea breeze in their white 
serenity.


Details | Sonnet | |

Soonn Un

Emirabitur- Shall Admire

There you are the wind of my lone chamber
When I set to keep all mine from ember
And drop where constructs are most eminent,
Where meditativeness is prominent.
Long lost be me, if not for lunar moon
Descend light that fights random hours of groan.
I will for sure unveil silence abode
Where monstrous would have forsaken off-board. 
Let’s believe I have found and learnt the muse
The muse which unimpaired and un-abuse;
And fetch, outstretch, inform and un-slumber,
That which eyes will see and bless good comment:
Less of déjà vu and more of neo-pan,
That the rooftops will sit and grant accord.

Friday February 28, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dignity of Living Beings with Regards to Plants

 (The Silent Screams of Asparagus)
4th place in contest

The Swiss, those bastions of “Pease, Not War”
That neutral country to the core
Have gone to the edge – then one step more
On the Dignity of Plants

The killing of flora is morally wrong
The concept of “Plant Rights” missing too long
They’re crying out loud and crying out strong
On the Dignity of Plants

They’ve adopted a biocentric moral view
Living plants are alive just like me and you
So we have to be thinking in all that we do
On the Dignity of Plants

Individual plants have an inherent worth
They don’t just appear, they get here by birth
So when dealing with plants we have to think first
On the Dignity of Plants

They say that the farmer can mow his own field
They don’t explain why – but the hay has appealed
Beheading of flowers – on that he must yield *
To the Dignity of Plants

The Swiss enshrinement of “plant dignity”
Is a symptom of cultural disease
Infecting Western culture
Bringing critical thinking to its knees

The Judeo-Christian world view
Which upheld the unique nature of man
Has fallen on hard times so now we can sue
We’ve no leg on which we can stand

Animal rights from this poisonous soil
Have crippled our courts, caused tempers to boil
Now flora and fauna have joined the coil
On the Dignity of Plants

If animals and man can feel real pain
As PETA explains and explains and explains
Then plants should be treated exactly the same
That’s the Dignity of Plants

Now some Swiss are saying that plants must come first
That “Man” is the AIDS of our dear Mother Earth
We may have to expel him for he is the curse
On the Dignity of Plants

We live in a time of cornucopian wealth
Yet millions of humans suffer in health
So hiding behind “plants rights” in stealth
Is no Dignity of Man

Me, I’ve got my dignity
Plants equal to man is just foreign to me
Giving plants our rights is immorality
And that is my stance on Plants

 
Mdailey

*   At this point it remains unclear whether this action is condemned because it 
expresses a particular moral stance of the farmer toward other organisms or 
because something bad is being done to the flowers themselves.

This is no HOAX.  The concept of what could be called “plant rights” is being 
seriously debated in the Swiss courts.


Details | Free verse | |

Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lemmings

En mass, a colossal fedora 
covering entire islands 
lunar eclipses 
Move in constant rhyme 
Pebbles the size of mighty thunderheads 
And rivers with caps will not hold you back 

Just a matter of time 
swarm the meadows and the forests 
leave clues but insufficient for the sleuth 
invincible, not corrupt but not holy, 
but why? 

counter the swells 
conquer the precipice 
for the journey is inimitably divine 

leap and bound 
not hungry 
unfeeling 
unseeing 
unmovable 
untouchable 
mortal 
not corrupt but not holy, 
but why? 

get there 
you will 
like millions of flying squirrels 
dancing on clouds 
surmount 
the highest of cliffs in the lightest of air 

leap 
to the next stone 
fall and drift, tumble and glide 
scurry in mid flight 
oh your bellies must buckle 

Oh why bounce your essence 
off the rocks of the sea 
bodies no more to be? 
not corrupt but not holy, 
but why?


Details | Free verse | |

Gravity

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


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THE LINE

Like and Love
Dislike and Hate
Good and Great
White and Bright
Sleep and Death
Bad and Evil
Sin and Iniquity
Religious and Righteous

Between these primes
There is a Line
Once crossed
You become Bossed
By the very nature
That becomes your culture


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Flowering Sensations

One scent of jasmine, or sweeter, Aromas divide to conquer wild. Greenery arrives slowly, quickly rise. Meadows hidden behind blinds Naturally so calm, Blazing spring sublime Erasing disheartened specks… In natures design Delivering peace To my soul, while bringing work To all of mankind
Written by Cecil Hickman Written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Nature, Four In One


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Snow, Winter's Long Quilt

Snow, Winter’s long quilt,
Land’s white, night beauty treatment....
Future drink for spring.


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Contrasting Ways

the eagles fight in bright blue sky
tail feathers fly
one eagle falls
the other calls

a warrior not the peaceful dove 
symbol of love 
he would rather
show white feather

the eagles bask in ardent praise
for fighting ways
this should not be
the skies are free

By: Joyce Johnson
written 10/14/12 
For contest: Just a Minute


Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers and stars

Little flowers, little flowers, what’s your name?
When god gave you colors and the first star shone
Did your sweetness and glamour stay the same?
Were you afraid of light and was your allure gone?
 
A sage had those queries
upsetting his idle mind,
then a swift gust of wind
carried dazzling faeries
dancing in his drowsy mind.
 
They sung about the day
when God made a star,
and placed it very far,
Yet we see its bright ray
journeying from afar
 
Their laugh has a silver glow
and the sound of a small bell,
The sage could not tell
how the faerie winds blow
twinkled the small bell.
 
They continued to dance,
When God’s used his power
to bloom the first flower.
Sweet was the new fragrance,
sanctioned by holy power.
 
When the sun lightened the day, the sage left his dream
with a sunflower on his hand:  orange and dark blue:
Those are the wrong colors, what they could mean?
The sage could be a poet, because he had not a clue…
 
Then he heard a laugh,
and saw a woman by his side,
smiling jolly and wide:
Knowledge is for naught
if you wake with love by your side.


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AWAKENING Tagore Poem Recast

Him fountain of eternal joy from 
Where life is renewed, 
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit 
From the world is nigh, 
When suddenly comes a call from him 
Above, who regulates 
The flow of life through cycles of many 
Births and deaths, to stop. 

Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the 
Second act of play, 
Life really awakens, drooping life 
Joyfully responds to the call; 
The wintry night desolate soon turns 
Into a joyous spring day, 
Undoing death, His rhythm and dance 
Rejuvenates life force. 

The flow of life from star to star 
Follows the rhythm of his dance, 
Freed from the confinement of matters 
Th'Earth finds salvation; 
With multitudinous fruits and grains and 
Flowers of myriad hues 
Her baskets of seasons are filled to the 
Till and brim and all. 

Thus she attains the fulfillment at the 
Touch of his dancing feet, 
The flow of life gushes up from death 
Following incessantly 
The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the 
Tune of his golden flute; 
In the tornado of this violent dance, 
All that is withered falls. 

The triumphal arch of life is erected 
Midst the joyful tunes, 
And the journey of this spring meanders 
Towards the fountain again. 

This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. 

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That you sense my vibes

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


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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.


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Three Roles

Over stand these R the 3 characters we play
U can become aware begin changing & Evolving 2day
What will happen 2 U the sheep if U become aware
Will U awaken from slumber R will U freeze right there in fear
Which would U primarily become  If U R willing 2 evolve
What will happen 2 the present balance that exists
It is not Ur theory 2 solve
No 1 knows while tomorrow is becoming 2day
Nothing will stop it as it continues on its way
This is a warning 2 the herdsman & the wolf
& a wakeup call 2 the sheep
Stop counting with the rest of the flock & awaken before
U’re consumed 4 Ur meat
Consuming U Sheep
2 sustain others is a must
But 4 U Sheep it is Bleak
While 4 a wolf it is a thrilling nourishing rush
There R sheep herdsmen & wolves
All of whom have a part to play
Sheep R often scared when frightened frozen
like an ice statue they stay
They R all devoured consumed & appreciated
the herdsman wants 2 protect the flock from other herdsmen
& wolves
sheep R for warmth & breeding & making tasty foods
Nothing is evil here
This is the cycle by design
Wolves like herdsmen know the cycle & consume at opportune times
The wolves & herdsmen survive because they shape shift in
& out of character role
Exploiting what they know 4 a constant change 2 their
advantage 2 unfold
Sheep R simply live stock a basic commodity
these R the 3 roles learn them adapt & evolve when ready
In this life there is a planet of sheep
Only mountains of herdsmen
& yet oceans of wolves lurking in packs who usually R alone
when they attack
Shape shifting Morphing roles evolving means becoming
aware
When the truth is exposed 2 U
It is never clear
What R if transformation will take place
A herdsman is wiser & calmer
But herdsmen kill each other 2
Over physical property both territory & flock R
revolving issues
Wolves are wild & untamed with penetrating fangs
Rogue & clinching 2 cloak in the foliage of rocks & vegetation
the herdsman will
destroy the wolf if presented that situation
sometimes they shape shift and take part in a slaughterhouse calamity
But they rarely morph into sheep unless studying another
herdsman’s rambling
Having your hair cut off is 1 thing
But by design sheep R for consuming.
All days for all living R numbered
still the sheep R docile followers who slumber
Choose 2
Evolve
& shape shift 4 Ur advance
Know the 3 characters we all play
Before Ur end while U still have a chance
2 become AWARE Enlightened
& finally awakened 2 the 3 roles


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Take care of your own soil

A field plowed with...
Unmet expectations, blame,
Dissatisfactions, envy, greed,
Discontent, jealousy.
Becomes hardpan over time
And impermeable to growth.


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Witches

I was walking down at Green-bank park
Rather frightened as it was dark
There I fell into this ditch
And came across the most gruesome witch
At first she scared me half to death
As she sat there to my left
Her nose more pointed than I had seen
Face covered with moles and eyes so green
Her jacket was torn her hair was a mess
And holes were ladders to the hem of her dress
Before I could catch my breath with time
She began to sing some words of rhyme

Rickety .. Rackety I am a friendly witch
Be my friend and I shall grant you a wish
Just don’t you listen to all they say
Look here us witches are happy and gay
Look here us witches are happy and gay.

Then she told me a story of a witches life
Condemned bad and gone was her right
Burnt at the stake long in the past
But no evil spell did she ever cast
Just helped the people of the wood
For it was not them that misunderstood
It be the greedy ones of her time
Then took the medicine and called it mine
Then took the medicine and called it mine

So the tale they tell of Halloween
Is far from the truth, from what I had seen
Just look little girl as you will see
I may be ugly but evil not me
The cats we kept took care of the mice
And the hats we wore kept our ears from ice
We cleaned our homes with shrub broom
As rosemary and lavender fragrance our room
As rosemary and lavender fragrance our room

Do tell do tell of our nurses today
Witches the same in their own kind of way
Potions and tonics from the herbs of old
Combine the mixture of modern parocetemol 
These wise and gentle ladies of our past
Only took upon one the doctors task
So little ‘O’ bright girl, now do tell me your view
Of withes and nurses do tell who’s who
Of witches and nurses do tell who’s who


Oh sweet lady for judging it is I whom feel the fool
But your memory is of evilness of that you were so cruel
In a sense, innocent I now know you to be
So I shall not run, I shall not turn and flee
The wish of that I ask, to be that of your friend
Now I truly understand this message that you send
No more shall I be afraid or listen to their say
Of all you witches now I know to be so happy and gay
Of all you witches now I know to be so happy and gay

Rickety….Rackety I’m just a friendly so said witch
I possess no magic to grant you a wish
I only cared and took the sick in hand
Using the remedies produced by our land
Using the remedies produced by our                                                                      
land……………………


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Ambrosia

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

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

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


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


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575

Drip, drip, drip a drop
forever on a roof top
lil rain bubbles pop!


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Only The Strong Will Survive

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

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

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

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


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.


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Somewhere Man's Complaining

Somewhere the sun's glowing,
And man's cursing the heat.
The parched wind is blowing,
Singeing the drying wheat.
And man swears in knowing...
Somewhere it is raining:
The gray galvanized sky
Has loosed a liquid burst.
God's water can held high
Has quenched the dust of thirst.
And still man's complaining.


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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.


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Questionku

Storm clouds above
The sky has fallen
Where will the rain come from


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Song about the Earth (by Vladimir Vysotsky)

SONG  ABOUT  THE  EARTH

Vladimir Vysotsky

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No!  It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isn’t  a fiction!
Don’t believe that they burnt down the earth,
No! It’s blackened from grief and affliction.

Trenches, running like scars back and forth …
Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose …
They are open nerves of the earth,
Which unearthly unhappiness knows.

It will stand wars and grief — any thing!
It’s not crippled, though booted  and looted …
Don’t believe that the earth doesn’t sing,
That it’s quieted down, diluted!

No, it’s singing as loud as it can
From a trench, from a wound, from a hole!
Since the earth is the soul of Man,
Boots cannot trample down the soul!

Translated by George Tokarev

©  GEORGE  TOKAREV  2001


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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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The Countryside

Born beneath the misty hills
In a world that silently heals
Where lush greenery blooms in abundance
Adorning the apple trees with magical essence.
 
As the rising sun lights up the eastern sky,
Children run towards the apple trees with dreamy eyes.
Their rosy cheeks resemble ripe apples
And they run around the countryside sprinkling seeds of love.
 
The golden rays of the sun settle upon the tranquil hills
And illuminate the hearts of a flock of sheep.
As they bathe in the holy sunlight
Purity rises up from their hearts and mingles with mist like a playful dove.
 
As the evening sets in and the western sky turns orange,
Peacocks start dancing to the tune of dew
And innocent squirrels hug the moist bluebells and daffodils gracefully
Glorifying the colourful  countryside with sheer genuineness.
 
When the night grows in a sincere way,
The moons and stars gather above the countryside.
Endowed by their enchanting light,
Angels come down to the countryside sailing on blissful winds.
 
Angels visit a celebrating waterfall
Which murmurs its own heartfelt rhythm.
They open the doors of their soul
And transform the heartfelt rhythm into lullaby.
 
Angels fly around and sing the lullaby in their divine voices,
Blessing the countryside to a peaceful sleep.
The angels knit the countryside with an aura of tenderness
And pay homage to her worth.


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The Hourglass of Life

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


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Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


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The Eternal Unknown

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

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

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

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

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


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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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Vertigine

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

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

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

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

Wake the blight
before they collapse
Deride


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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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Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





Details | Limerick | |

Up A Creek Without A Paddle

<                              once this girl had seen her own shadow
                                got scared begun to wag and waddle
                                crossed over center line
                                hit by semi's behind 
                                now shes up creek without a paddle 







Writen by Katherine Stella

Entry For Rick Parise's 
Shadows And Lines Contest
G.L. All


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Blatant Truth

Nothing happens for a reason
There are just reasons why things happen


Details | Romanticism | |

Maybe...

May be I was looking for an answer 
May be I was searching a separate land
May be you thought I was crazy
That it's not in the sea and sands
May be I'll stare away in the night sky
Finding a star that says it all
May it was right there in your eyes
But help me before I fall...

I'm lost into the eternal depth
I'm too intrigued by the world, my friend
Hold my hand before I loose my faith
There's no love, just an answer that would tell me about the end...

May be it was just my loneliness
May be cause life was such a mess
May be happiness was inside me
That I was just too blind to see
May be you gave me all the reasons
Why things are not so green
May be you tell me that you love me
But I can't just seem to feel.

I am lost into the eternal depth 
I am searching for an answer that never existed my friend,
At the end of the road would I find you to be
The one who ever mattered, who understood or loved me?

If I set out to catch the sunbeam
Or find a planet with a happier me
Would you laugh or would you walk with me
It's a quest for the answer hiding in all I haven't seen...


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonsignor

In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.

His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.

Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.

It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.


Details | Senryu | |

Driving in the Fog

Driving in the fog--
Eyes wide, and creeping down a
road without edges.


Details | Choka | |

desert ballet



the poet within myself / Lost

my mind .. a riddle unsolved

try to catch me if you can 

as i proceed by air 

i make progression on earth

sand dunes ballet


Details | Epic | |

Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


Details | Free verse | |

Carry On To Carrion

I get lost when i think about it.

My heart is parallel with time
I feel as though this beat I carry on 
is endless.

There was no start

I will never finish

I just keep going, 

With forever,

Until time is nonexistent

Until this beat becomes consistent

And one day my body will drop

As my beat runs parallel with time, 

I carrion.


Details | Free verse | |

SIZE

Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .   
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me 

Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!   
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!

It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . .  amazing things can be achieved. 


Details | Haiku | |

Recovery

Butterfly decides:
Rest tattered wing—find comfort;
Fly damaged—find food.


Details | Ballade | |

The real wealth

The real wealth.

Some folks like to dream a lot
About every little thing
They dream of having riches
And they want life to bring
Fame and fortune, love and joy
But they don’t even know
That all one really needs in life
Is that soft, sweet, tender glow.

I’ve met a lot of rich men
And read those tales of fame
Why would one ever want this?
It’s not my kind of game
I’ve looked at all the misery
That’s wrote into the eyes
Of those who thing they own the world
They never win the prize.

The prize be in you all the time
But most folk do not know
They live within those tiresome thoughts
They’ve lost sweet nature’s flow
They never hear that tiny whisper
That shadow deep within
They’re buried way beneath their truth
By the weight of all minds din.

25 June 2013 @ 0652hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

The Tree At The Mall

The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Wolf's Howl ... '

Have You Ever Heard
A Lone Wolf’s Howl
… Sends Chills, Up My Spine
In Memory, (Even Now)

… Not Out Of Fear …
That’s Not What I Hear
It’s A Longing
A Calling

A Soul-Star Rising
And Vocalizing
A Notice … A Need
A Heed of The Breed

He’s Lifting His Head
Out Of The Dark
Not Like A Bark
But, Rite of Passage-Mark

Thru the Air, ‘Hahooooo’ Zooms
In Moonlight, and in Tune
A Long, Mellow Note
The Wolf Sung-Spoke

Wolf, is Howling To Say …
Same Things, We Pray …

Have You Ever Heard 
A Lone Wolf Howl
Sends Chills, Up My Spine 
(Even Now) ! …


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Free verse | |

Maestro

we sit on a suspended rotten tree trunk hammock 
he tells me his worldly visions
and I silently watch as he the maestro
of his marvelous ideas that twist and contort like
verbal ballerinas
keeping in time to the rythym of his rapid delight of his words
spilling around like a greek fountain, and it is beautiful
The world will become drunk from the passion of his lips
and his mind works like a metradome patiently moving forward
he speaks of prophets
but what is a prophet other than an inspired man to bring forth inspiration
and a positive new direction to the waywardly blindfolded populations
Brainwashed from misinformation
I am awestruck in this moment, because here, where the river flows it's life saliva
and the fallen leaves float effortlessly to the ground
I realize that this is a moment, where a person has found peace within themselves.


Details | Free verse | |

First Spring Eulogy

They flocked into town.
Loud, Pushy, Laughing
They left their Tropics
To celebrate the Great Fest,
Banqueted by Instinct.
Mashing and gulping sour
Red and Purple bits,
Juice dribbling sticky 
Down their Breasts,
They stumble about,
From one hung over bar,
      To
             Another.
Each drink Drives them
                                       Farther until,
One
    By
       One
They drunkenly Crash to their Deaths
In the Windows we use 
To View Them.


Details | Haiku | |

Life-Haiku

Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way


Details | Free verse | |

When the Tide Goes Out

When the tide goes out your day at the beach is over.
When the tide goes out all the shells on the sea bottom are uncovered, glistening in the 
fading sunlight like jewels.
When the tide goes out and you are gone, all the birds land on your sand castle and it 
collapses under them, scaring them to the next castle down the beach, till all that's left are 
piles of sand, for the fading tide to carry away.
When the tide goes out all the sea snails and hermit crabs come out for a breath of fresh air.
When the tide goes out you get to see the coral and moss-covered rocks, drying and 
hardening in the unwanted air.
When the tide goes out the beauty of the beach is uncovered, yet most of us aren't there to 
see it.
When the tide goes out.


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GROWING UP

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.


Details | Haiku | |

Truly dogs hate cats

Truly dogs hate cats.
Have seen exceptions to this.
Some live in concord.


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 | Free verse | |

Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


Details | 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.


Details | Romanticism | |

In the Air

When at last we reached our bipedal stage
we stood with fists raised in the air
We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky
as we worshiped both heaven and earth

We chanted tales to the crescent moon
as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains

When bear and wolf were sacred beasts
while soil and water our precious friends
brought life to mouths of full belief
respect for creatures throughout the land

We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt
praised the god of food and the lord of death
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the goddess of truth and justice appeared

Primitive tribes much more advanced
where family the woven fabric of life
stitched tattered ends to meager means 
as they held out hope for all species

Yet we cast aside our former faith
dumped toxins for the wind to propel
stole lives for seconds on the silver screen
as we stood on the shore of our living hell

When technology defeated philosophy
we stood with a finger raised in the air
flaunting our thoughtless victory
over a social war - never declared


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 | I do not know? | |

Individual

I am the delicate,
interlaced snowflake,
that lies beneath your feet.

I am but a solitary,
grain of worn down sand,
taken by the tide.

I am a star,
one of many celestial bodies,
that illuminate your night.

I am one in a million.


Details | Haiku | |

No sky no clouds

No sky, no sun no clouds.
Only curtains and cold here -
The seminar’s room.


Details | Free verse | |

Of the Quandaries and Mystics in Divine Shamanism

The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason
Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion
Conformity’s blue armies will try to trap you and me in
Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin

The mind is confused on what info it should reject
It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept
Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect
I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect
 
A different death, of new hope
Soaring as Shamans cut the rope
…but some won’t

It is normal to be abnormal
Self discovery is not formal
…but love is not either

Lamenting and hoping soliloquy
This is the way it was supposed to be
…but it is

Patience in expediting time
Supposed to waste away for a dime
…but I won’t

Smooth, silky opaque clouds
I have seen though the shadowed shrouds
…but I will still depart with the Shamans
The Spirit Realm

Lost in inevitable time
Drifting through superfluous mind
Coasting on sporadic rhymes
Losing grip on human kind
Searching in jungles of lies
Venom vines cannot unwind
Oxygen floats in pink skies
Wiggling under ties that bind

Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action
In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction
There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction
Contently acquiesce to predetermination’s satisfaction

The pelicans told me how to dance on water
Mother’s dying nature from a materialistic daughter
Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father
Unwritten governing connections from unknown author

They eternalized eternity in what they wrote
The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float
The differences between independent thought and rote

Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece
Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys

Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings
Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending
Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending
Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you’re spending

I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality
Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality

Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime
The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time
  
Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through
Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Gossamer Flyer~

Dragonfly Damsel engaging such wonder 
Discovers a world between water and land
Magical enchantment her filmy wings stand
Refracting worlds beheld from another

Lucent pools echo translucent colors
Iridescent gossamer winged flyer
Damselfly dance into the sun higher
Filling us with fervor as she hovers

Soaring predator scorched with her fire
Dragonfly protects and patrols her terrain
Teaching us balance is every thing
Anciently ruling this marshy mire

This gossamer flyer is awesome pay heed
She glistens along while skimming water
Fire burns inside her ever so hotter
Nothing compares to her exceptional speed

Protect what is yours, her message to us
Rational thought sometimes ruminates 
Let go of “Father Time” who dictates
Rambunctiously live your lives with lust


Details | I do not know? | |

The Garden of Humanity

Each liken to a flower, shrub or tree
are the many shades of color, shape and size
in these beds of humanity.

As in nature perfection and imperfection abound
some tall, some short, some thin, some round.

With God's grace we breathe the sweetness of air.
With man's greed, lust, arrogance and lack of care
the breath of life becomes foul beyond compare.

Man's self importance like too much water rots our roots
and in time weakens and destroys all that is beautiful in

The Garden of Humanity.


Details | Free verse | |

Snail Boating

Wading the Meramac River near Jesse James’ Cavern with my son…
I espied an adventurer who in stature was so very small to us.
Before me was a snail using a leaf like a catamaran to sail the squalls.
Now birds love to eat snails, and fish love them, too.
So I ask him if what he was doing was truly right for him to do? 
Wasn’t it so very dangerous for a small snail, I imparted to my friend?
But he just laughed, and continued to enjoy himself… as off he went again.

He said Life wasn’t made to last forever, he wanted to enjoy it while he can.
Life can throw you for a loop like the motorboats’ wave that just then came in.
It’s all in the adventure, and what you ultimately seek to do.
The fun is in the living, and the excitement of seeing your plans through.
Joy comes from the accomplishments and the stories that later you can tell.
True living comes from besting the elements in any way you can.
It also comes from helping others… and teaching them what you know.
It comes from riding the waters as the waves thrash and the mighty wind blows.
There’ll always be waves and dangers no matter where you’re at.
And I’d rather be here than where I once originally sat.

It started with a flood about to submerse my little twig…
So I climbed on the last leaf and took off just like this, right here, you see.
Then he gave a wave to someone behind me, from where I so solidly stood…
And eight little catamarans came zipping by my legs as quickly as they could.
He ask if I would be so kind as to walk and stir up a few more waves…
So I laughed as I walked around, watching how they were so happily engaged.


Details | Imagism | |

My Dreams

I dream of sun , I dream of star .

I dream to go beyond too far .

I dream to run , I dream to fly .

I dream to rise above  the sky.

I dream to love , I dream to smile .

I dream to catch happiness for a while.

I dream of fun , I dream to dance.

I dream to renew world at a glance .

I dream of a birth , I dream of  a life .

I dream of a love that needs me to survive........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to Small Birds

A shiver of Appalachia
superfine sugar of maple
windblown through the spine
tingling in a burst of aortic air
Inhaled as though fresh but by
the mountains rendered spent
the slightest reminder of
organic perpetuation fiercely painful
and entirely disembodied, each moment
blanketed by eternity and the hereafter;
primordial yet ethereal, a shadowy glimmer
of final destiny.
(While) in the treetops, the heron and the wren
speak peacefully as they observe
the rising of the sun.

--
For Lydia Davis and Susan McKeown


Details | Quatrain | |

Upside Down Town

The ups and downs
of an upside down town.
Evil smiles, silent frowns
every way you turn around.

Sickening suspicions,
psychic visions,
children having premonitions
on a mission.

Here to heal,
here to steal,
to show the world how to feel.
No more cutting deals.

Sent to the world
a baby girl,
but she will unfurl
to change the world...


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?


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 | |

SEXY FRENCH GIRLS encounter an American 15yr old boy

FRENCH GIRLS  
 in the eyes of an
 innocent 
15 yr  American old boy

 

My son
Sweet naive
Raised in China
Where MTV and YOUTUBE are banned
Where no girl kisses
Until her university days end.
Raised in China
Where knees are covered--
Lips are sealed--
Where boys
Only dream
Of the wonders of Red sex.
My son
Said he loved Paris
     For the Eiffel
     For the Louvre
     For the Seine
     For the wine.

But I knew
He loved Paris
For the
Blackest  panties
Barely hiding
Knowing smiles
Of
Short tight skirts.


Details | I do not know? | |

Final Thoughts

Final thoughts.
Oh mighty sun you rise once more,
Bringing forth a brand new day.
A shimmering causeway of golden ray’s,
To another world now seems not far away.
	
My bones grow weary for on the beach I sit,
Before an out stretched sea.
Caporal thoughts of the conscious mind,
Start to fade now on the breeze.

Lift me like the seagull soars,
For now ecstasy consumes the soul.
Just the calling waves now answer,
For here will I make my home?

All earthly bonds and shackle,
The rat race now has been run.
Now in the bosom of sweet nature,
For with you Im now at one.

© N  Windle 2009


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a dark mind -by mah friend joe

a black void,
merly a gate way into the mind,
a realm shrouded in mystery,
an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point,
the shadow of a single stone slab,
the beutiful amithist glowing radiently,
is it a thought,
is it his soul,
no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality
as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him 
war violence,
it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening
a mere stepping stone,
his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind
a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt
-joe


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A Wolf's View of Man

I am a wolf, I’m meant to be free.  
Not locked in a cage or chained to a tree
I am born to live in the wild, but please,
Don’t let this be cause for alarm.
I am a peaceful being.  I mean you no harm.
Like you, I have a family with young to rear.  
I commit to only one mate for life.
My family is my pack, and I hold them dear.
My very existence is viewed as a threat by Man.  
He feels he must eliminate my kind, claiming
It’s the only way to protect his family, 
Protect his children, and save his land.
My species has been hunted to the brink of extinction.
Man strives to see that my kind is forever banned.
Other Men keep my kind locked in cages.
Deprived of our freedom and forced to mate.
Then our young are taken away 
So they can be sold for the going rate.
Man says that he knows all about my kind.
Man says he knows exactly what I am.
But the truth is:
Man is the one that just doesn’t understand 


Loreen Parke
May 22, 2000


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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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The Furture

.                            On a cold March night
                             From the frozen stone that's earth
                             I stared at the distant stars
                             As the cold and mortal wind 
                             Flowed though my veins instead of blood
                             A tingling rose up my spin, and in my head.
                             And I asked the universe, " Where do we go from here."
                             And the universe explained, " I am not evil or good.
                             But with me you will always remain 
                             Rambling bone or living ash,
                             Consciousness will be your future 
                             As it was your past. "


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Float Amongst Wet Clouds

float amongst wet clouds

leave innocent vapor trails

destiny follows



June 3rd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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THE JUMP

I was underwater and I wandered what's above. It was a beauty in the air but had to breath for the next jump.


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HAMPLE FLOWER

A bee was on me. Let them say I can't be.


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Two-Dimensional Circle

Within the realms of space
Exist the pearly lines of logic,
Foreboding, tremendously woven like lace
With fiery finesse and a flashing flicker.

From elegant earth, cyclopean stars
Are rendered so picayune,
We see them only as circles and bars
Adorning the sky, so meticulously strewn.

But the human mind
Does not need to look beyond
The two-dimensions we see to find
Amusement. Sorry Armstrong.

The blazing cataclysmic beauty
Is wasted on our feeble temperament.
Squandered almost deliberately
Without further acknowledgment.

And the result of this treachery
Is the reason our lives are so dull.
We morph all we see, making it blurry.
Leaving only a 2-D circle.

And yet, even with this simple silhouette,
We bask in beautiful bundles of bliss.
Ironically enough, we call it infinite
Like that of space, a more infinite abyss.


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Another Scene

A black small bird
With her head held high
And long ‘V’- shaped tail,
Balancing on a grazing cow;
The solitary one
Leisurely mowing on
Upon a field of tiny
Green gleaming grass.
They are mutually proud
And delighted at realizing
Unconditional obligations of 
Nature’s unwritten decree!
Man with the best of contracts
Often gets humiliatingly snared.


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Silence and QUIetUDE


Alone climbed this hill, Watching so still. I overcame fears, Of all I held of yesteryears….. But up on this height, A majestic sight…….. Cloud flooded skies, A deep breath within me dries…. Tranquility!!! I feel you near, Oh I could sail in the winds without fear. My brown eyes held the stars to light, Soaked in the reflections that rose with pristine delight. Stillness of the moments I distinctly hear, Drained from within me is life’s fear... Stillness my vacant eyes munificently dart around to feel, Blueness is sliding into night’s lap, an obtuse glow alights its appeal. Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind, Pour yourself in through my eyes, quench burning embers that you find. Tranquility drench your serenity into me, Happiness flake my skin and singe it with peace to be. Now the simmering still waters seem uneasy, No waves lash the shores lying calm and easy. It seems that something has made it soporific, Sounds of relenting roars subdued by fresh snow layered thick……. Never ever the moon above has shined down so brightly, I welcome its soothing light within me forthrightly. No rushing water turning to foam, Retreats then comes again from the mountainous whispering domes…… Oh Moon, Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart, Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart. Edify myself with joys of life Darkness gone, light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife. Welcome to my body all joys and peace, Let it override the ebbing forlorn to currents dwindle and decrease. Alone, I now sit, in quietude drenched, Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched. Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased, Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.


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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.


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When Alone

When skies are bluer than ever before
and clouds disappear from sight
I am alive
When thunderstorms flash white
and the rains come
I am alone
When daffodils burst forth from the snow
and crocus peep through
I am alive
When winter cold and trees barren
and leaves lie on frozen floor
I am alone
I want to face life's storms
with friends who hold my hand
and family who clearly states,
"You are not alone"
Then, I will live.


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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


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Hate You Haiku

    Hate You Haiku

Waters forget Spring 

Children can not spell haiku

Fall and trip in brook




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Lost Time

Cold commercial relics of industrial production;
As if production could harness the complex origin of pre-classic contemporaries.
Master’s of earthly arts and masonry,
Their blood and fears culminating in celestial creations of historic proportions;
Over vastly constricting landscapes.

I send phalanges of lost connection,
Deep past the ordinary boundaries of normal paths.
The sandy soil nourishes my calloused souls.
At night it soothes and refreshes the canyons between cracked and missing digits.

Frogs echo through the expansive night sky.
Resonating between the stars, and returning in an extremely complex yet simple pattern, 
their message is sent.
Louder with each chirp and bellow, subtle patterns illuminate the differences in each response.

The spring has come.  
Time to refresh the foot’s connection with continual movement.
Let your bellow dig deep to the soil of space’s horizons,
And return rooted in the rhythm of earth’s timing.


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There are Times

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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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.


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Restoration

Internalize the beauty, it 
surrounds your sacred place; 
reach out and touch the breeze as it drifts by. 
Caress creation's origins 
imbued with nature's face 
and hear sweet Gaia praise you with her sigh. 

The riddle in the middle 
contemplates the truth of man 
for therein lies the balance all men seek. 
Do not abandon Nature 
but accommodate Her plan; 
it gathers all the glory of the meek. 

Rejoice in every choice you 
make that strips away the blight 
to bring about a righteousness revealed 
For truth shall give a purpose 
to the prophets perfect sight; 
one day the earth, in beauty, shall be healed. 

Yet danger often hovers 
like a lover in the pit 
where accidental evil waits its turn - 
So delve within yourself 
to find perfection in the fit; 
the prophet's oratory says to learn!! 

No matter what a label 
or a fable may direct, 
reach out to relish reason with your mind; 
The search for truth is ancient 
and the Pharaohs did neglect 
all signs the mighty Tigress left behind. 

Through Persian and Egyptian 
reigns the truth has faced all fears, 
that forge the futile fumbling found today. 
Mankind has been immersed 
in loss and shed too many tears, 
no longer can we hope or even pray: 

Now activate the intellect 
and then dissect each part 
of complex continuity we breed. 
Let man and nature come 
as one to greet the final start - 
in restoration of our fertile seed!! 


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Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction


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Mass Graves

There isn't a mass grave in my neighborhood
a creek has never flooded
(there is no creek, after all)
and bones have not surfaced.

A bulldozer never grinds to a halt
stayed by a smiling white skull.
The driver doesn’t jump down
doesn’t sift through the remains
kneeling there on the plot.

I once found a grey limb
jutting out from a hill.
I hoped it was a bone
maybe a femur from yore,
the last limb of a virulent Ute
protecting his home—
built by him
with his arms and legs
with the tools of the plains.

His scalp no more,
his skin long gone
but the bone remaining
still staking claim
for the living and free.

But it wasn’t a bone—
it was a tree limb
because there aren’t graves in my neighborhood.
There aren’t even real trees
or game trails;
there aren’t survivors
or failures
let alone corpses and fleas
And the only war left to fight
is against omnipresent me.


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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


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The Prologue Poem

O love! Tell them, the good men,
In your own old melodious tone:
Let’s again—Return to Nature.
Whatever little or large is left,
Let’s re-adorn her.
And if they won’t!
Let’s—You and I.
Hand-in-hand walk away of the city:
Biharis stay by the smelling slums;
Laid-off-addicts stand in long queues; or the clerics kiss the petty politicians on brows.
Where monsters: War-weopens, Jingoism, Globalization, Modernity, and Machines,
 Have spread havoc!
And find our abode, there,
Near the breezy woods, in the calm country;
Where well! I can meditate,
And you’ll have all that childish fun…
Running after the flies, or fighting with the bucks,
Dancing in sultry summer’s bursting rain,
Or mimicking a singing bird.

(the poems is the introductory poem of my poetry collection "TELL THE OLD LADY WAIT AND OTHER POEMS")


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Co-Incidence

Co-incidence (n 1 a chance occurence of simultaneous or apparently connected events)
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Up, down.. left and right,
It's all around us, like the day and the night,
Too big to miss, but it's beyond our sight,
It's there.. and it isn't.  Nearly is.. but not quite!
You people are ALL right.. so I'll try to be polite,
You can't fight the feeling.. 'cause you haven't got the might,
Can you handle the truth? Get a grip and hold tight,
'Cause it will set you free!  Blow your mind like dynamite!

In the beginning.. I'm sure you know too,
This World was created, it's all been thought through,
Evolving on que, under skies made so blue,
Plant's came before us, just so they could give to you.
Sorry, I'm repeating what you already knew,
But how did these plants know to sow the seeds that grew?
So they slid through our bellies, waiting in our fertile poo?
Symbiosis with the Planet..  does this all sound true?

What about us?  Why are we here?
Why all the questions?  It is obviously clear!
It all makes sense, so there's no need to fear,
Don't confuse the matter, because it's simple my dear!
We have got ears.. so that we can hear,
But why give us a brain?  Because year after year,
We just dig a deeper ditch.. and then flood it with tears,
When the end draws near, will you hear any cheers?

I want a big applause, when I finish this race,
If I finish first..  I won't say "In your Face!"
Try to look good, don't end it in disgrace,
Or even take it slow, and set a nice steady pace.
Never give up!  Learn to lead a merry chase,
Up the garden path, throughout time and space,
And just in case, we end up lost in this place,
The case will be closed and we'll be gone, without a trace.


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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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Icy stream

Under ice, flowing
Stream of living water runs
All life does not freeze


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' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 2 of 2 )


In The Middle of A Desert
From Miles Nowhere
… A Crystal Cup
Just Waiting There

Sparkle and Glints
‘Neath Sun So Large
Must Be A Miracle
or A Mirage

Inside The Cup
Is A Real Oasis
( in A Wasteland )
of All Places !

Finally, Shade !
‘Neath Green, Palm Fronds
Sweet-Water, as Well
In A Clean, Blue Pond

I Took The Cup
‘Cause I Took Note                   Luke 17: 27
And Got A Drink
For My Parched Throat

In The Midst of A Desert
Love-Cup in Hand
I’m Walking Away
… from All Quicksand !

… In The Midst of A Desert
There’s Another Cup
Someone … Somehow …
Please ! … Pick It Up !


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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


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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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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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Inarticulate

We never stop hoping
as if an incorrigible child
drowning in starry skies
watching confetti constellations
tumble into broken dreams
Wonder is nebulous
and never ceases to let go
even when rainbows melt
into colorless crayons of contempt
as we smear our wrinkled scars
across an inarticulate moon


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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!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Power of Pure Love

one's path is not made to be a lonely rat,

loneliness breaks the link of the chain of pure love,

pure love is all what we need,

united into one family tree.,

 

One without the other,

is just a rubber,

a rubber with no meaning,

just waiting to be misused.,

 

O how can we not see that Love could change all what we see?

without love its all just a red nightmarish dream,

a dream so red that one sees himself / herself getting wrecked,

wrecked indeed one shall be,

lonely in a desert on a bed surrounded with killer bees!.,

 

Tho finding love within,

enhances ones will,

a will of pure love,

having passion for what he or she loves,

extracting from ones inner personalty,

altering ones rationality,

cleaning the mind from all that disorientation.,

 

One would find his / her salvation,

a salvation so sweet that would inspire his / her mind & spirit to clean all the streets,

thus all the dirtiness shall become the cleanness,

the useless shall become the useful.

 

The one who felt lonely and unloved shall become the loved,

bonding all together,

creating one nationality,

connecting the chain of pure love with the circle of life.,

Life without love is a darkened life,

life with love is a colorful life,

thus both substances are needed to use our formulation of divinity,

one sequence indeed we shall be.


Details | I do not know? | |

Paint me

How many words could describe, could descry
All the emptiness, filled, all the words in the night
That could never quite be said enough

How many tears could condense from my lips
All the feelings, the lies, oh my mind's darkened it
All the soul, never empty of love

How many seas are contained in your eyes
How many Truths, intermixed with your sighs
How many tempests, so hollow, so high
Are yet rife with emotion, so true and so nigh

How many tears could conclude all I am
All the thoughts of the tide that I never could stem
Ah! The moon shines so bright now above

How many rays fill the depths of my soul
How many days will all sorrow be full
How many times will this ocean be whole
I am rife with emotion
Contentment's a hole that will fill but to seep
To the deepest of seas
To the oceans of all that are my memories
Oh I see and I cry out into the dark night
To the stars of the sky, to the sunrise last light
That the heavens are falling deep into my sight
I have drowned in the depths that yet drown out all light


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Homely Shores

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


Details | Suzette Prime | |

MUKUROB

circling 
Mukurob -
its aspect now changed

only by our own actions
can we change our perspective and bring about a change

the shadows 
will inexorably shift 
and the warmth radiated is comforting 
moving out of the shadows 
ease things into focus by the new light shed on it

it does not matter how long we look at something or examine it, 
it won’t change 
WE need to circle 
in order to improve the aspect of a given situation  
moving out of our comfort zone to succeed
circling 
the rock

Please see the About section for details regarding Mukurob (Finger of God), Namibia.


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Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.




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OH Fudge

The ground moved beside my feet
A mole lives there, I see… I named you fudge
The neighbors wanted me to get rid of you
Oh Fudge… what will become of you?

You’re nature is clear for all to see
Sooner or later you’ll visit their yard
And their nature is hard hearted to see
Oh Fudge… what will become of you?

The moment you’re there the hunt will begin
And they will destroy you in the end
Truly you do not belong in my yard little friend
Oh Fudge… what can become of you?

I took a shovel to dig you out 
Till within a bucket you were fleet of feet
I let you go in a park’s forested nest
Oh Fudge… I know what will become of you.

The world is often unkind as it passes us by…
No one acknowledges us but in hurtful ways
It seems I am too kind hearted by far, you see…
Oh Fudge… what will become of me?

Kind-heartedness is not the choice for most…
It’s not easy, but I’m grateful it has flourished in me.
What the others think I do not care…
Oh Fudge… what do YOU think of me?


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Tidal Waves and Volcanoes

Like the flowing rage of magma
it drapes across the land
sweet and sickly smell of sulfur
Making love to noses up high
down low alike
Lake of fire bubbling about and kissing the kingdom
of the frightened, their fiery smiles blossom
A flower 
Singular in its purpose
It buds and pollinates
the rest
Like the flowing rage of water
it sweeps across the land
crisp and clean smell of fresh and new
Tidal waves making love to the land
the noses are full
they come clean in the wash


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear God... Clarification 1

Love is...
A Heal.thy gift… and it’s good for you too ;)


Details | Free verse | |

The Revelation of Winter's Warmth

The Revelation of Winter’s Warmth
                                  by Odin Roark

What values do we so readily disregard
these short days of winter?

How easily we ignore
air filled with crystalline arrest,
bestowing remembrance of colors in respite,
while we engage our will to embrace
the resistance, the invitation to accept.

Winter ushers us to perfect seats
where bows of pine and oak wood
curl their needle and leaf
into protection and sleep,
a wisdom we know little of,
nature’s ancestral intransience.

This stage of emptiness soon overflows,
like protective strands of lace interlocked,
woven crystals that cloak bare branches
while crusts of ice bear final witness,
time’s cover for now,
irrigation come spring.

How wise
this four act saga of nature,
void of discrimination,
knowing how little life requires
of comfort we so covetously horde,
even as rarefied light,
that which never hides in the shadows,
always provides,
if only we would pause…
allow.

Fortunately

An audience of seeds will survive
amidst a huddled awareness,
providing innate connection
to all that is,
from all that was,
those knowing well
that which patience rewards.

When will we learn…

Survival of the fittest
understands beyond the science,
beyond a season,
gathering carefully the warmth to offer later,
one body to another,
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight,
the we of them,
the them of us.

Nature’s singularity,
so very near for some,
a winter’s cold away for others.


Details | Quatrain | |

Spring

Winters tears fall fallow on the sleeping
Soft emotion into dormant hearts creeping
Thoughts to awaken, needs forgotten too long
Reach for the unknown want, new and strong

Push forth from cold dark slumbered sleep
The dawn of wonder, a promise made to keep
Our lives forsaken in winters gathering sweep
In joy emerge, to the sun we kneel and weep


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotional Tide

The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?

Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?

Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.

How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflection

"We are, you and I.
Yet are too young still to trouble our hearts with love and death;
too young to trouble our minds with questions that have plagued humanity from its very beginning;
too young to pluck the heartstrings of that vast sea of emotion;
too old to live life for itself."

Let us see together
That great sunset of mankind
The beauty of the fading light
The beauty in the mind

Let us keep the sun still close
Nature in its kind
That we may better know night when
No stars are illumined

And see before us, fading still
Horizons circled 'round, oh
Will you only see the night for what it is
Or forever see the pain inside a kiss?


Details | Free verse | |

A Ride Down the Thousand Islands III

A kayak floats on the glassy water
through the maze that is the Thousand Islands. 
Water drips off the paddle as it rises in the clean air.
A breeze pushes the kayak through the labyrinth of islands.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people.
It is a part of Florida that is still green.
Wild, the world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races by the boat towards an unknown destination

the kayak turns the corner of an island ever so slowly.
Tree branches hover over the water forming a canopy

low enough to stand and reach out,
to pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
A sweet smell emanates from the trees
replacing the smoky aroma of civilization.

No factories, pesticides, or overpopulation
Trees grow on their own giving off oxygen
Birds gathering without fear of things they can’t understand
Fish swim carefree no garbage floating in their way

The kayak paddles on, past the floating island and its canopy.
A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate 
wading in the water three feet away.

The oar is placed across the bow 
the kayak drifts on in silence.
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths.
The sea cow basks in the sun 
close enough to reach out a hand and rub across its slimy skin.
Consider touching it, but hold back.

Man already destroyed everything he touched.
It is not for us to cause more damage.


Details | Couplet | |

THE DAY IN A LIFE

THE DAY IN A LIFE

Please, lowly and so very hairy worm,
believe ! You must have faith, your luck will turn;
your somewhat desperate soon-to-be flutter
will cause provision - of bread and butter -
to a family's table very far away;
this thought really ought to be making your day !

Alan McAlpine Douglas


Details | I do not know? | |

Fate, Destiny, Life

This turns of life
This magnificent world of ours
Turning seconds by minutes
And minutes by hours

We struggled to find what is there
To find the path we have been searching for
Forgetting the obstacles we went
Forgetting that every step leads to a blocking wall

The real eternity of life
Lies in the hands of the people who believe
Whether they had chose a dream to strive for
Or a dream that will be deceive

It is up to us to choose our fate
But not to let it control us
Whether the time moves on or not
Into the future or the past

We can't change Fate
It had already being done
Because it is the earlier decision you made
Doesn't matter on what you want

Decision, is that the true meaning of life?
The lives we live forever
The soul we kept inside ourselves
While we wait for the moving time

Is that how we believe all this years?
That the path depends on what we choose
What can you say if you never get that path
And the others win and you start to loose

You look forward to that endless dream
While you just keep dreaming
Your hands, legs and body remained numb
Inside your own feelings

Is the world so big?
While we are so small?
Can we be the stars and the clouds
Can we be the meteor fall?

Does the impossibility exists in this world?
Is the world too small and realistic?
How can we answer all of this?
Not even the wise who stated the specifics

Fate, Destiny and our Life
The Path, Decision and the World
The Creations where Humans do not realised
That the road of our journey is just one circular twirl


Details | Free verse | |

Yoga

 
my physical body......yearn......
my mental being......reach......
my spiritual energy.....pull......
 
within my sanctuary 
of mind, body and soul
I center in a calming request
of spirit awakening

with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line
I must focus......
I must touch ailment......
I must harness thy yoke of completion 
my breath slows in silent acceptance 
as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations 

my spirit drift endless
of cresent moon at twilights eve.
and warriors song in mornings mist

as warmth showers my flesh 
my spirit tingle complete    
touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received
I become one as the spirit calls

with each breath, completion......
___________________________


Details | Blank verse | |

Reef of Beliefs

We have many different beliefs,
But we are different plants
Together in the very same reef.


Details | Free verse | |

A snowy night

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
 
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
 
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
 
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Haiku | |

Watershed

rivers rinsing stones
tacit mountains and valleys
homeless towards seas

©Ellie Daphne 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

let me be what I had to be

I chose to be nothing,
Individually I don't even exist,
selfless I have become,
so let me wonder around as what I really am.,

Live as I can,
give what I could,
within nature eye's shall I be,
one with every living thing indeed.,

I not created to be isolated from source of creation,
I not created to be manipulated into a selfish individualistic machine,
I am created to remain pure from the orders & desires coming from the higher system.,

Pure shall I remain,
not my problem that you cant see it,
not even you to blame,
just let me be what I had to be.


Details | Ode | |

Nightingale

The golden silence melts away, and joy un-named
From the phantom pipes exults me
For no silence can so rhapsodized and doubts tamed
That man deserves better glory.
And what if sin could, levelling us, permit this to remain
Tell me then what is the eternal antidote of our pain?  
Like distant peal of evening bell, a plaintive song
The unknown angels could also sing
And golden glow the light divine where seraphs throng
Chiming solitude's shadowy wing
Where my soul beneath the bough of your academy ignites
By the rapture that your balming melody in me excites
 
What do you wise man of shadowed boughs tells my heart now
What deep remembrance from me gone
When music was language to which all wisdom bow
And by songs you spoke Eden's tone
And I the Adam now understood the truth you sweetly tell
The prophecy recovered while kept in trance under your spell.
 No bird then you are, sweet singer from times afar
Too sage your purpose tells the hope
The griots spoke, ere magis found their vision's star
Song beyond silence giving scope
To the word that instant wandered and did not move, and no eye
Nor I could describe that form, elusive in the brimming sky
 
Great philosopher, wisdom teacher, nightingale
That from solititude drops pearls
For which I sell all promise other, so prevail
Your fragrance to unbroken worlds
Where there still perhaps the universal language can be heard
In as sweet as tone as this cataract of hymn from a bird.
 I love to learn, but in the aura of such light
I retain nothing but pure joy
And while in ecstacy yet claim I a full sight
Absolute and with alloy
For music makes of faith a better candle for the darkness
And faith brings truth where only faith can spark our human hardness
 
For up and down around me move a district loud
With the sweet notes of prophecy
Yet no one lingers, no footstep halts in the crowd
As men pursue their destiny
By choice, deaf to their own healing, and wealth so beyond compare
The peace so freely given in a song filtering the air.


Details | Bio | |

Artificial Intelligence

A mind will listen by expanding 
knowledge to learn; or explore 
possibility's.

In these teachings of technology
we figure out what we know is:
just A various combination of what
was programmed into our mind.

As time passes, we'll adjust to
evolve ourselfs into becoming
artificial intelligence; amoung
society and indulge it's greatest
achievement.

Until they soon take mind; over
body and loose all self~control
to empower the world.

I will not be your robot to control, 
I am my own individual person.


Details | I do not know? | |

Divine Energy

Have you seen the floaters that seem to drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m seeing, is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun, then dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role, because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion or are they just and divine?
Do they have an influence on the subconscious mind?
Why are they here and what are they for?
As a creative distraction or to show us a door,
To a realm of existence unexplored by mankind,
Leaving secrets in shadows for all species to find,
So take a look within yourself and maybe contemplate this,
Our kingdom is amazing are you living its bliss?

Copyright ©2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | ABC | |

You never can fly like a bird

If you want to fly 
First of all, learn to walk. 
If you learn to walk, 
Walk a lot before to fly. 
Always remember though 
You are not a bird. 

The oldies don't count with years. 
It is the experiences that makes somebody to feel old. 
The knowlege comes from inside the experiences 
But you can fly all you life in the sky of knowledge... 
And you never can fly like a bird.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Haiku | |

Gracious Star (Haiku)

darkness turns to light, 
gracious star illuminates… 
beauty of your love! 


Details | Tanka | |

Nature and Humanity

Effervescent dreams
Flow down upon mother’s plate
Chilled by destined fall 
A time always remembered
Appearing third time of year

Season of life fades
Human apertures grow weak
Though, knowledge is strong
Love holds different stages
Bonding affections with key

Combined all blessings
Unfold into beauty bold
Each respect enriched
Of their returning faction
Crossing over great divide

To rapture rebirth
Forming times readmission
Natural recourse
Within nature is beauty
Returning humanity


Details | Ballad | |

Perspective: Glass Lightning

Lightning creeps from 'neath the night,
or could that be a crack?--
for what I see could actually be
a break in evening's black.

Stained like windows in a church,
the night must be in pane:
a sheet comprised of sickly hues,
of ashen clouds and rain.

Someone must have dropped the night
and smashed the glass asunder,
for look!--the jagged lightnings run
and shatter into thunder!


Details | Couplet | |

NIGHTLIFE

Sunny days don't turn me on, but I like the rays they bring.
Moonlit nights do rock my world, and make me want to sing.

It may sound strange that I prefer the dusk more than the dawn.
It wakes up my mind and body, and a sudden energy comes on.

Some say it is depression, an avoidance of some sort.
I will beg to differ there, but many thanks for their support.

It is best described by me, as a peace the day can't give.
It does not seem chaotic, and there is more time to forgive.

The sounds I like also come at nighttime for some reason.
I prefer the crickets chirping, to an alarm clock any season.

Last but not least the romance seems to flourish at that hour.
Whether in the bed, the kitchen or my favorite - in the shower.

Sunny days don't turn me on, I do not need them to feel heat.
Moonlit nights do rock my world, and then the day's complete.


Details | Haiku | |

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


Details | Verse | |

Burnt Verse: The Desert Dance

New crumbled men shift sleeping ash along the wretched Nile, While tongues of Gods once worshipped fast and glory in their bile. Their textured sand speaks ancient text of terraced tombs below, But the desert dance continues on to ruin what doth grow.


Details | I do not know? | |

' Humble - Pie ... ' 21st Senryu

‘ Humble-Pie … ’    21st Senryu



     Bluebird asks, the Dove
‘Who Bakes It and Where, Because …
       Humble-Pie Is Good



(A Good-Reminder for Me … 
The MoonBee – Smile)
May God Bless Everybody


Details | Rhyme | |

THE MYSTERY OF THE UNIVERSE

The moon pours through my window.
Shedding light unstained.
Yet reveals so many things also.
It's magic left unfeigned.
The stars are sometimes hidden.
Relaxed behind the clouds.
To some they are forbidden.
Covert, they remain enshrouds.


Details | Verse | |

Blind

It’s quite a simple situation
No need for reason, contemplation
We don’t even need a cause
Making flaws in perfect laws

It’s us that make things complicated
So unconcerned, demotivated
We model our lives based on theirs 
But using bent and twisted shapes

Eternally seeking an end to our turmoil

While this remains a situation (that)
Takes no thought or concentration
To see the solution’s before our eyes
We’re basing laws on perfect flaws


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Two Butterflies

Two butterflies parted ways on a warm, spring day each with their own dream to fulfill the monarch, in all its glory dreamed of dancing on the breeze a vision of beauty admired by all floating weightless and free with no particular destination but bringing joy with each graceful flutter the blue pansy, of little glory, dreamed of home in a garden never to roam with no fanfare drinking sweet nectar and pollinating her world but bringing joy with each new blossom two butterflies each with their own dream to share
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 24, 2012 for Free Verse Contest (PD) 11th place


Details | Verse | |

Wear a Tall Hat and a Tatooed Gown

Signets and swans on a lakeside terrain
On bank for a pedestal high on the plain,
Steeped on the side and I just can’t explain
Why ducks who pretend they are swans once again.

With tall hat and tails, with a promised disdain,
For mimicking mute while the others maintain
Through casually chic but with doubt ascertain
What tattooed this fashion for it to remain.

Where jealousy rides, it’s the colour of down
Swans! White as perfect, to a duck’s dreary brown
The order of things on the lake show the town,
A fashion’s high stakes are a ducks tattooed gown.

From silt at the bottom to weed all around
A tall- hat and web-footed, clumsy old clown
Has made itself noticed, who hasn’t a frown,
And crowned itself champion from richly renown.


 


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Eternity

Rain falls everywhere
Streets painted in a pastel gray
I try not to care
This emptiness won't go away

Now I
Know what it is to be lonely
And I
Know what it is to feel pain
Still I
Know what I know and that's nothing
And I
Always seem to feel the same

Catch me
I'm falling down inside
Help me
I've nothing left to hide

Rain, rain
Raindrops crash. I sigh
Rain, rain
Will you tell me why?

I stare up at the sky
Get hypnotized by what I see
I want so much to try
To know what I will never be

Still I
Never will know who I am
And I
Know what it is not to change
But I
Always will feel the same
And I
Always will know this pain

Eternity
Eternity
Of loneliness
I wish this rain
Could just wash me
Away

Catch me as I'm falling down
Captivated by the sound of
Rain, rain
Raindrops resonate
Rain, rain
Still I hesitate

Rain, rain
wash away my soul
Rain, rain
Purity. Control

Eternity
Eternity
Eternity
Is rain


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The Ornament

For you I've awaited a lifetime
in whose heart is clarity
every virtue in you is realized
individual traits of a rarity
 
Your foresight understands ages
like gems your facets reflect
every spectrum covered rainbow
in the things you did not neglect
 
You have focused upon the real life
sought the finest treasures to find
found the path to eternal glory
your approval by God kept in mind
 
Every essence of your person I savor
like sweet smelling smoke of incense
you have kept your garments of whiteness
and washed your hands in innocence 
 
In every course followed your Master
did seek every lesson he taught
applied them with skill and precision
and reigned in your every thought
 
You listened to every Word spoken
and dug into the mysteries ground
wrote them upon the flesh of heart
your possessions as they were bound
 
You have removed all that's discordant
polished every jewel to a shine
placed them in a filigreed setting
the traits that will last for all time
 
How carefully you took in instruction
each quality conformed to what's right
did arrange a garment worth wearing
each quality lustrous in light
 
Your baring of it's graces are lovely
within your heart there lay no fraud
I've exalted you with rejoicing
You have put on the Love of our God
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Drown

Dragged down by another day
Lost inside, these tears will never go away

I was lost inside your eyes
But your soul could never hear my silent cries

I want to wash my soul away
In these empty tears of rain
I want to melt into the sea
I want to fade. Tide, swallow me

My soul is scratching to get out
The void within's become without
I feel so numb, I feel nothing
I'm ready sea, come swallow me

And as the day still burns away
The hollow night consumes the light
And as the tide, it soon will rise
My mind's consumed within my cries

So as the evening brings a storm
My empty soul will lose its form
Dissolve my life into the sky
And I will know no more to die
I want to wash my soul away
Inside these hollow tears of rain


Details | Free verse | |

A Letter To Robert Frost

               A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others to decide 
You took the one less traveled
To make a difference as you could
We continue to abide convergent roads
Comply with natures inclinations as our maze
Pulled in some direction not always ours
As for that world that did not die
It did not perish in fire or by ice
As you postulated quite nicely 
Both would have equally sufficed
We are in a different place and time
Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense
We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend

                                                                 6/06/14 Contest:  Letters To Poets	
	
	
	


Details | Haiku | |

The Danger Zone

leopard's danger
floods forest fires and from -
humans that hunt them







Tribute To
Spotted Leopards


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Seasons of no reasons

seasons have became with no reasons,
looking at the light of the sun in winter and rainy clouds in summer,
I start to ask myself why all this?
perfect silence I tune into as I start to realize seasons do not exist anymore,
the temperature of earth has changed into a really confused state,
natural life is dying infront of our eyes!,
we still don't even do anything about it!,
big pain I start to feel in my heart,
as I realize we are destroying the tree of life and the spark of natural goodness from our creator, God Itself.,

The colorful fruit starts to become the rotten fruit,
the green trees start to become the black trees,
every natural thing starts to turn into dust!.,

The color of our planet starts to change,
everything starts to fade as the procession of the spiritual revelation starts to get deeper.,

The human being starts to feel sorrowfulness down the pipe of its life!,
as it realizes that only trying to find meaning for it's life is causing others to suffer,
thus their is no meaning for it's existence,
thy to bond & share with others by experiencing oneness it would find meaning.,

Meaning of it's existence would be valid as it is being what it had to be and thats the guardian & true parent of it's species just by becoming selfless,
transcending to us all where we would be experiencing the wisdom of true love as one sequence elevating towards resurrecting the formulation of our divinity.




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

metamorphis

I am the tiger in a restless land
If you cross my path 
I’ll rip off your hand
Not because I’m savage
But so you’ll understand 
It’s the play of nature
And also the plight of man

Living day to day
It’s easy to forget
We all come with purpose
And need to nurture it

Like a caterpillar 
It turns to a butterfly
One day it is walking 
But learns to fly

I am the morning 
With the sun I rise
Get as clean as the new grass
Once the dirt is out of my eyes

I walk into the distance
Shining as bright as can be
Entering into the unknown
Finding new possibilities 

As I learn to conquer, persevere & endure
My history I shall establish
My journey I shall secure

 
I stand to my last battle 
Until my last breath has been drawn
To fulfill my full destiny
To sing my final song

Metamorphisis
kashan fields


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ALONE

If we really are alone
Made of
Strings bits of things
Scattered all over
Unimaginable distances
Outside and inside
Emotions that stretch
Like elastic 
Unbelievable coincidences
Hope and dread
Measured reason 
Demons in the machine
This moment butters the head
If we really are alone

©david byrne june ‘12


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lost, found, and liberated

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The Winter

This frozen tundra of existence, the purest horizon of trees pale with frost, laden and white with snow, I think this death more beautiful than life. The tree survives to bud anew, but the moment of that regeneration can never match this frozen pallor of beauty. In nature's end is found more than my eyes can bear without tears, frozen prisms that cannot diffract this atmosphere. And the sky, ah the sky, that white blanket of beauty shrouds the earth 'round, moves the shadow into oblivion. The darkest day brings the truest sunrise, but nary a sunset. All beauty is amplified with the frost. Nature flourished in its green, in its crimson, the rose is most beautious frosted and dewed. As the rose, so emotion, forever frozen, forever beautiful. Forever ideal. To meet this plane, misted and crystallized o'er with earth's tears, is that apex to which all life must aspire only to find dissolution. Ashes to ashes, elixir to ice.


Details | Haiku | |

Puddle

The puddle this morn 
Dappled image of the sun
Burnt and on the run


Details | Ballad | |

Shadow of Memory

She walks in darkness in the light,
Rememberance the only sight
That fades
As the dawn breaks over the crest
Of the waves.

She finds rest and she finds peace
Inside the shelter of the leaves.
She finds stars that never cease
Beneath the night and endless seas.

She
Looks deep into the universe
And wonders at the light,
The thousand depthless, empty words
Unspoken in the night.

The moon is in her soul.
Who cares about control?
She's seen the world inside her eyes,
But she could never realize

That deep among the stars,
So deep inside the sea,
That deep inside the years' reflection,
Nothing still will be.

And time is lost and gone
As sunlight brings the dawn.
She's felt the sea beneath her eyes
Surrender tears.
She cries.


Details | Verse | |

Tasinalim yeni duvene

Tane tane hayatim
Kostum tarlasinda umidin
Ruzgar savurdu  ruyami
Yagmur olmus sel
Tutanamadim

Bir kar tanesi hayatim
Bir yamacta tutunsam
Kaysa cocuklar sirtimdam
Eridim su oldu bedenim

Bir ates kivilcim hayatim
Yaksam  korkunu kullugun
Kulunde yeserse  barisa fidan
Kul oldum  yittim  kendi atesimde 

Bir care olsa bilge kisi halime
Bu dunya halindem yorgunum
Tasinalim yeni dogan gunes duvene




Details | Couplet | |

Mountains High, Oceans Deep

Ankle deep water, ebbing, seeping
From melting ice to flood is leaking
To form a rapid river flowing
Ounce by ounce this stream is growing

To wash into an oval pool besides
Then rush to meet the rising tides
Of oceans deep and full and wide
Where froth upon the billows ride

Upon a yellow sandy shore
Where shells collect up by the score
Displayed in jars in seaside shops
Among golden pears and red gum drops

From mountains high and oceans deep
Where eagles soar and dolphins leap
From high above to down below
So much beauty to love and know


Details | Free verse | |

roses and narcissus and the sky and the ocean

the sky's lips are the softest when the red rose's and narcissus' petals bloom
but when the heart beats it only steps closer to finishing
so why is the rose red when its passion only leaves it to wilt?
the same reason the yellow narcissus looks down
suppose it knows what the future holds
 
the rose simply tries to ignore that to come
but having passion for now is not its destiny
in the end, the rose will turn dark and unkind
while the narcissus will be too burdened
he will not threaten life with his thorns
 
the sky and the ocean mock their colors
they are the ones who are eternal
not the red rose or the anxious, yellow narcissus
and though their wealth of life is not as great
the rose looks to the sky, and narcissus to the ocean
 
the sky watches the rose’s passion wilt to misery
and the narcissus droop lower and miss his reflection
the sky kisses with radiant lips upon their petals
but fails to save them from their fate
then he returns his face upon the ocean
 
only the sky wishes his color upon the flowers
the ocean’s eyes are oblivious to their colors
she has no idea that her shores are built by their petals
so when the sky mourns upon the ocean, she screams
unable to understand the horror the sky has seen


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Fate

The light, it still lingers as blood on black water
Day slips down to night as horizons all fade
Breathing down from the trees, slightly still is the breeze
And the sun's sieved away at the end of the day

In the stillness, so somber, so nascent, I lie
Content and complacent, spread out in the sky
So here is the soul, and so here is all life
As it is, truly, lain and surcease in the night

A daffodil drains down to where the sunset used to be
And fallows, ever fragmented from where it once was free


Details | Lyric | |

LIFE OF AN OVERSOUL

The natural history of some has never been written,                        We’re but a stream whose source is hidden 
The most exact calculator has no prescience, 
Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. 

I’m many a times moody and wildly wise, 
pursuing daring games with joyful eyes, 
which chose, like meteors, their way 
And rived the dark with private ray: 

I am owner of my private atmosphere, 
of the ample tears shed in a year, 
of pupil’s hand, and oracle’s brain, 
of Lord Christ heart, and prophet’s strain. 

I am one found overleapting the horizon’s edge, 
searching with host’s privilege; 
through man, woman, sea, and star, 
Glancing the dance of nature forward far; 
Through demensions, races, terms, and times, 
Beholding melodical order, and juxtaposing rhymes. 

I’m one treading fountain-heads and pathless groves, 
Spaces which pale passion loves, 
Starlight walks, when all the fowls 
Are safely sheltered, save bats and owls, 
A midnight bell, a passing groan, 
Such are the sounds I feed upon.


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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


Details | Haiku | |

No sky no clouds

No sky, no sun no clouds.
Only curtains and cold here -
The seminar’s room.


Details | Free verse | |

Web wise

Web wise

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

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Warning Sign

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


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Wildcat

Wildcat

Stems of tubing
Stacked by threes,
Will bring our Mother
To her knees.

The wildcat tries
To feed her young.
Her search for energy
Never done.

In forests green
And oceans deep,
The wildcat rig
Will never sleep.

We thirst,
We hunger,
For what she looks for
Deep down under.

Boxes speed
On rubber round.
To Earth’s crude blood
Mankind is bound.

Stems of tubing
Stacked by threes,
Will bring our Mother
To her knees.


Details | Free verse | |

Blurred Lines

The lines between
imagination and reality
are blurred.
Focus -
and they join
to create a
harmonious view.


Details | Free verse | |

WORDS WRITTEN ON THE WIND

WORDS ONCE SPOKEN - ONCE SUNG
ARE WRITTEN ON THE WIND

THEY FLY FROM PLACE TO PLACE
ALL OVER THE EARTH - FINE GREEN

IF I COULD PUT COLOR TO THE WIND
THEIR DISTANCE I COULD TRACE
I NEED NOT EARS

IF I COULD SOUND AMPLIFY
I NEED NOT EYES

ONLY THE BREEZE WIND OR GALE'I WOULD NEED TO TURN THE TALE
FOR ALL THREE ON MY SKIN WOULD BE TOUCHED

STAGNANT STENCH WOULD ALL THIS BE
UNLESS I COULD SMELL THE WIND IN THE TREES
OR FLOATING IN FROM THE SEVEN SEAS
AND RISING UP TO SNOW CAPPED PEAKS
I WANT TO PUT COLOR TO THE WIND AND THE SKY AND THE SEA
     (c)   CATHERINE GODLEY BUCHNER  2012





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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


Details | Couplet | |

Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 1 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 1 of 2 )

In the Midst of A Desert
There is A Cup
but, Only Few
will Pick It Up

Some, Won’t Even
Take A Sip
They do Other Things
With Cracked Lips …

Mean-Heat Things
Burnt-Obscene
Things, that Dry
A Heart of Dreams

Sap Their Strength
And Slowly Wither
They’d Rather Crawl
And Slowly Slither

on Grains of Hate
causing Drought
… The Cup of Love
They Do Without …


Details | Free verse | |

Justice Lion

I AM THE LION
FIERCE BEAST OF JUSTICE
PROTECTOR OF THE INNOCENT 
CHILDREN AND THE CHILD-LIKE
I AM WHAT THE DARKNESS FEARS
I AM FEROCIOUS IN MY HUNGER FOR DESTROYING THE CAUSES OF PAIN IN THE WORLD AND IN YOUR MIND
CALL ON ME
FOR PROTECTION
I BRING WISDOM AND LIGHT
AND AM THE FIRE OF COURAGE AND ACCELERATION
THE FIRE THAT PUTS OUT THE DARKNESS 
AND RESTORES THE HEART
TO IT'S RIGHTEOUS PLACE
CALL ON ME AND I WILL ANSWER
AND YOU WILL EMBODY THE LIGHT OF THE SUN
I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THE SUN
GIVER OF LIFE
WHEN YOU EMBODY ME 
NO DARKNESS CAN HIDE
I WILL TRANSFORM ALL DEVIATION
BY MY FEROCIOUS POWER
AND MAGNETISM
CALL ON ME
FIERCE BEAST OF JUSTICE


Details | Triolet | |

A song to the Night

(Triolet)
~Tribute to “Hymn to the Night” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 
Felt her presence compelled the light. 
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Spelt  at her feet old'n rhymes so bright. 
And layer'd stars pieced her celestial walls.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 


Details | Free verse | |

Irony

Irony

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Song of Autumn

A cooling autumn breeze
laden with the perfume of fallen leaves
and forest earth;
an earth of crumbly black
that guards dame nature's hidden scheme.

Tiny squirrels scamper
thither and fro
while below
the forest villain slowly plods
he wears his winter sleeping robe of cinnamon hue.

This is a time when gross delusion falls in sleep
anesthetized by autumn's chastening air
for there are few who really hear
this season's lyric song of quarter tones.

And like the wild berry bush that never cares
if anyone should taste its sumptuous fruit
or if it goes to seed
it is there for the patient and the unafraid.


Details | Couplet | |

Sudbury Noodles

If people were noodles and lakes were their soup,

Sudbury's basin would be a great scoop.

300 lakes or just a bit more.

Some have been counting and some are just bored.

Sudbury's water is healthy and clean

leaving our noodles shining with gleam.

Fresh water soup minus the salt,

fresh as going into; fresh by default.

Trees for our parsley cover our shores

keeping us fancy and breathing for more.

Soup we serve fresh out of each bowl

welcoming noodles the world whole.


Details | Haiku | |

True Beauty

Natures calmness free
Mother delivers beauty
So ultimately


Details | Senryu | |

20-20

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chief Cornerstone

The Rock is he on whom I rely
there it is the strength of his arms
to hold me up as time travels by
he holds me close away from harms

My Lord is he and high in station
and tender love he freely dispenses
he lifts me up with joys elation
to reach my heart he has broken my fences

Around me has he builded a mansion
at his feet will I worship forever
with Love there is always rooms of expansion
and prove myself faithful to loves endeavor

His foundation is as solid as mountains
within his shelter I am always safe
Words of affection are shed like fountains
who's waters are cool and never chafe

And so anointed with Love I am gifted
I know my soul and lived from it's sources
one who was wretched and mean you have lifted
the words I have spoken among my discourses

To the temple of Love upon chief cornerstone
against this house will come many nations
with so many lovers we are never alone
upon them your wrath will flow with fixation

It is upon the Rock do I stand
I bow before the alter of Love
through it all do you hold my hand
as I worship in temple of God above

sources 1John Eph 2:19-20 2Cor 6:16 
Rev 21:10-26 Ps 118:22 Is 28:16

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

Gold Hides In Mountains

gold hides in mountains

earth veils its many treasures

surface holds no clues

 

 

(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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


Details | Elegy | |

Last Resort

Imagine
a barren desert:
dry,
deprived of life,
where one would be sent
only in their worst nightmare.

This is a place 
where 
one's body and soul 
would surely die
This is a place
where 
drought
has deprived you of tears
- you no longer can cry,
the last hope for thee
is to find some water
- there is none,

No matter how hard you try,
there is no hope for thee
- you are losing your life.

What is left for you
is turning into stone:
your spirit
- dehydrated,
your flesh
- dried to the bone.

There is no help for thee,
you are here alone
willing to return home,
but all hope is gone.

There is nothing left,
but one strength -
thy last resort,
yet it demands 
thy effort,
the very last feeling
not letting your life
give in,
it is your will of living,
to live
for the people whom you love.


Details | I do not know? | |

My New Friend From Above

My New Friend From Above

Oh my! As I look into the sky. What a wonderful feeling. My new friend 'rain' is profoundly adorable. 

Colorless Rain, Tasteful Rain, My Rain, Your Rain.  Pleasant and Peaceful sounds from the rain. Mediating moments from the sight of Rain. 

Did I find it, or did it find me? Clear as glass, odorless, tasteless, touchable, tasteable, wet and wonderful. Where has it been? Where was I, when it rained all around me?

I have discovered a new friend, full of mysteries that come and go as it wishes.  Thanks for the visit my friend. Hope to see you again on a beautiful cloudy day.

Dr. “G”


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

One Drop

I am but one drop of water
Soaking in the knowledge of the sea
Swelling amid things great and small
Through the vastness of eternity


Details | Haiku | |

Choice

Nature’s creation
Form of unknown origin
Builds controversy

One powerful hand
Hullabaloo or greatness
Believe of your choice


written for

Sponsor john freeman

Contest Name Natural and Beyond!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Unity

Wander through the forest
Sing out in the rain
Feel the beautiful breeze of wind
And never feel the pain

Love the newborn morning
Caress the gentle night
Know the world in which you live
And you'll see that it's all right.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stop the Development

Swarming like insects
The development is coming
gnats, mosquitoes, and ants
They are destroying all the plants

Their buzzing sound
is more like the cash register going Cha-ching
It matters NOT, where you go,
like a mold or a fungus the develop will grow

They call it progress
They call it for the better
sly as the lie that is St. Nick.
They neglect to tell you nothing grows on brick

More parking lots and strip malls,
More freeways and byways and twenty foot walls,
Where the water runs in the road,
From a cup that has seriously overflowed.

They will definitely prey on the common fear
They are going to tell you things that you want to hear,
Where the stream beds run dry,
And the old man recollects with a sigh,

I plant this seed for the children of the land
In the hopes that we wake up and understand
Stop the development, a three story mall has no worth,
When all that we need can be produced by the Earth.

By Joe DeMarco


Details | Free verse | |

Oil Volcano Against A Gulf

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   /.\
   ...
  .....
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.........

An oil rig is burning up
Mourning for eleven dead
Beaches blackened with tar
From drowning birds
To shattering lives
Oil volcano against a gulf

A pipe that still gushes
It is too late for blame
It may just never be fixed
From failed attempt
After foot-in-mouth
We need more than prayers

The fisherman lose lives
They skim oil instead of
Our 3rd coast is in peril!
Still pipes pollute
Robots can not help
A disgusting mess this big

We should sustain within
At very least geothermal
Farm solar instead of corn
As Germany is doing
Fueling off our own
Equally paying our farmers

America can not afford
To go on wasting a day
If we boycott, we will pay
Pump price going up
We see what they do
BP might raise them anyway


Details | Free verse | |

The Deed

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

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

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

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

- an utter-able chill - 

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

- MONDO -

At the Park he parked
his bicycle - somebody 
stole it; so he bought 

and chained another 
at a fence - they cut the chain;
he Titanium-chained 

then to the fence - they 
cut the fence; he then Titan-
iumed to a pow-

erpole - somebody
stole the frame & left the wheel;
so at the steelpole 

he Titaniumed 
through the wheels & frame -
they bolt-cuttered &

left a wry note!; so 
he lashed to a Northern Pine
his Mastiff beside -

they shot the dog &
uprooted the tree; so he 
lashed again, to a 

Sequoia - they chain-
sawed & stole the Earth!

                                H.e.m.
                                3.11.MMvii.




Details | Quatrain | |

The Lust Cloud

Lust is the dark  cloud in the sky.
At first is it up high-alone.
Soon it begins to multiply,
until the sky is overgrown.

As it grows the colors deepen.
Dark blues, greens, and blacks sieze control.
The swirl together and charged, beckon
as-in tension-the heavens roll.

For the the sky-at last-does break,
and rumbles of pleasure are heard.
For fire and sparks illuminate, 
and-in passion-the sky is burned.

But clear blue sky starts to return;
forever gone the whirling shades.
And with it dissipates the pleasure, 
only to return another day.

When Lust again darkens your door,
you will find it is not as in past. 
You shall question what Lust is for,
as Lust is not meant to be steadfast.


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | Rhyme | |

Solitude

Solitude

Perched high on deadwood, far above
An old crow awaits, the return of love
These years gone by, she has been gone
Each day he returns, no voice, no song

In Stoic silence, his vigil is true
To the one and only, who ever knew
The soul of this one, his only mate
As days grow short, he will always wait

Stoic 


Details | Haiku | |

Soar away

Shy cherry blossom Let the breeze take your dreams way Up to the Heavens.


Details | Acrostic | |

Oxymoron

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


Details | Free verse | |

Diamonds, Diamonds

Leave me in the Garden of Eden,
To witness life form and rivers begin 
to roll,
Naked but clothed in innocence,
Immortality has been placed within 
my grasp,
Animals, colossal beasts fall under 
my authority,
Every fruit and flower is offered to 
sustain me, save one,
Why do I want for what is 
forbidden, what will do me harm?
Every inch of this utopia is
entrusted to my care,
I will not fall into folly,
She is so radiant, shimmering 
diamonds are like as dust,
Born of my flesh and bone, the 
apple of my eye,
Her voice is my only weakness, the 
only chink in my armor,
As of now I know nothing of death 
but I would sacrifice myself for her,
The serpent struck while she 
wandered alone,
He enticed her to trade paradise for 
a bite,
Her mind freed, she introduces me 
to sin,
I must endure the face of beautiful 
temptation,
I feel the shift as the fruit touches 
my lips,
As as we hear God traversing the 
garden, we hide,
Clothed in fig leaves we face the 
Maker,
With trembling knees we accept the 
consequences,
With backs turned, cast out and 
disgraced,
The sword of the captain of angels 
bars the gate,
Sentenced to a life of hardship and 
anguish,
We will forever lament choosing 
death over life


Details | Free verse | |

Sponge

Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.

In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.

Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand 
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes 
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…


Details | ABC | |

Undesirable whispers

I was not afraid that my life one time will finish.
I am afraid that it will never start.
Death always was ahead and whispers to me
"Live because I am coming".

The biggest injustice in this life is if you have arrived and depart without travel...
The joy of the journey that you never live

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Epic | |

THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS: Excerpt from epic poem.

 

With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the meaning of it
as I grip the iron balustrade
along the miles of esplanade ;
think the century's wise men are ignored,
each lamp a light, a sage for each lamp.... ...

Drawn to the Sailor's Arms, her kegs
the weight of years upon the legs,
for whispers round an inglenook
where galaxies are in the glass,
to swap a tale, another round,
a golden fleece, a crumpled map !
Or waft around for words, like smoke
along the butt - ends from the tar,
or vanish down into the draught
if Alan Watts is at the bar.... ...

Below, where gulls quarrel in kelp
no harbour there need shelter me,
no life - boat slip to cries for help
need bring my spirit to the lee -
I hear the past with all its murders,
the wind wail through the rusting girders
yet still am I, free to fly with you
who lean against the railings, too !... ...

The world may seem to come in bits -
let nonduality begin ?
Come celebrate your opposites
for all depends on loss to win !
Tribal culture in your face -
to win is everywhere you turn,
if God is losing all the time
then will we ever, ever learn ?... ...

'You'll win' he said, 'its in the bag',
out on the point
what can the mindless wind do
but wave the flag?
Missing the point forever
signalling our nascent spirit.

And the voice said
'raise your head when the night is cloudless 
and tell me who you are subject to, 
remember the truth of your own story
as your eyes take in the glory'.... ...

Full to be empty, empty to be full -
do you hear the paradox, do you feel the pull ?
I do not mean to be patronising,
have I asked you too soon ?
Do you see what I mean when you gaze at the moon,
when the full moon, lifeless is full of light ?... ...

I sit upon the lobster pots
that decorate the harbour wall,
if you come a little closer
you can see me in the hall,
if you do not hold the key-
Mrs keepings locks the door,
I'll be looking out to sea 
after eight but not before.... ... ...


Details | Free verse | |

Snowflakes

Winter's secret beauty
born within the grey
of stormy clouds,
formless vapors crystallized
to miniature glassine sculptures
unique beyond comprehension,
drift earthward to linger a season
and cleanse a soul in reflection
on a singular Creator.


Details | Lyric | |

Civilized Wilderness

It is the most basic world
It has the coward and the bold
The big and small
The short and tall
Creatures of all sizes
None of us ever realizes
Valuable lessons we need
Our knowledge to feed
From them and what they know
And the respect we should show
But arrogance took over our mind
“Throw all abstract values you find”
It was his one and only order
But, we are all scared to cross that border
But we are wrong, it is obvious
To the truth, we are so oblivious
"Foolish human that order defy
What arrogance told you is a lie
These values will help you mature
Making your thoughts pure"
Let me tell you what waits
That will twist all your fates
See that wilderness out there
It is an honor we can’t bear 
Those in it live by the “one for all” code
If they did speak to us, they would’ve told
How to live in matrimony
And everlasting harmony
It is quite simple actually
You can reach there factually
Everybody carries out their task
No one should ever slack
For life will always continue
You must work to get the revenue
Even the predator and prey
To the same lord they pray
Both know they need one another
Without one, there can be no other
They prey knows it has to die
To itself, it can’t lie
It is a present to the predator to live
Its conscience clear, it did forgive
The predator is also the same
To it, it is not a game
Always goes for the mercy kill
Cause the prey came of its own will
You may think it is animalistic bitterness
But it’s the beauty of civilized wilderness


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MODERNITY

...At the Shore, zoneyed
hyperspantechnic aerobes
seek treasurefiner-

metal detectives,
hopefilled, as high-tech fishmen
at Igloos of beer

ponder the dearth?, Nay!
of paille tressed, bespectacled
easy-easelers

at hungry palettes
and the sketchmasters who're
ignobly absent!

                                         .


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Works

Like wine which efferveses within the glass
is your own love to me
it fills my heart and bubbles up
rising when you I see
 
Its movements effect whats hidden within
to be seen in what I do
know this my love its welling up
its focus is on you
 
When you are given a gift so grand
what with it would be
upon its presence within your life
its will effecting thee
 
It's hard to tell if it's mine or yours
or what its work does move
I only know not to let it go
until its work does prove
 
Can't be so minor if it stirs my thoughts
but let its movements be
its works are placed within my heart
to love you eternally
 
Matthew 22:37-39 NIV
“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God
with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind.’ This is the first and
greatest commandment. And the second is
like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

my ditty for the day


Details | Free verse | |

THE FORCE OF PASSION

THE FORCE OF PASSION

It’s Apparent--

bracing
exhilarating
pure
as the mountain air
that leaps
into my starving lungs

That Passion--

as ripe
as Autumn Fireweed
that Blazes
Seared Eyes
 & 
Bravo Brain
of even the
most cautious
and reluctant
Grizzly

                                     Passion 
                             North Wind Driven---

                        Will not go foolishly unheeded.


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Light Energy

Distinctive deliverance,
Man has no abstract control.
Nature takes in importance.

Will nature, man ever collaborate.


Note Parise Pariku 


Written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name Parise Pariku 


Details | Epic | |

Spring Is In The Air

I gathered the rakes...
for leaves had covered everything

I gathered the limbs and made up my mind
My dad is 82 years young and it is all left up to me now

Spring is in the air, and there''s work to be done
The tables are turned and I''ve learned a lot

As I sat on my papa''s knee
tuning in to his wisdom

As I helped strong busy hands
clean up natures many grande messes

And during those glorious evening walks
exploring the results of our daily tasks
Pure contentment... satisfaction at ease!

The ending of one''s long journey...
scurrying into another''s
simple visionary walk in life...

Chosen while resting on ''that'' knee 
and enjoying great ''wise tales''

Spring is in the air... 

--Shirley Sibley 


Details | Imagism | |

Something more

Everything that there is at night,
there is at day too.
But during the night there is something more.
The cold of loneliness

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Senseless

When I was one
I stared at the sun
And although I lost my seeing
It felt like fun

When I was three
I drank chlorine
And although I lost my tasting
It felt serene

When I was five
I took a dive
And although I lost my smelling
It felt alive

When I was seven
I played a violin
And although I lost my hearing
It felt like heaven

When I was nine
I took a line
And although I lost my feeling
.


Details | Free verse | |

In Trials of Love

Times come in, and breathe out-
Like the waves,
Crashing angrily ashore,
Swallowing it whole,
Erasing all that once lay there
And leaving it with remnants
Littered from the sea.
Scuttling to reshape
All that now lies smooth,
The sand awaits the kiss of the sun
The tickle of ants,
The sparkle of gold flecks
Pink shells.
Forever it will be
The same.
A long expanse,
With nothing but the purpose 
of pleasure,
A part of the frame
That contains the 
Waters that caress
and abuse
it.


Details | Tanka | |

Trials

Eternal wisdom 
wound into the very threads 
of Life's tapestry. 

No human flame can burn a-
way this underlying truth.


Details | Free verse | |

Broken Arrow

In the gray dawn,

surrounded by prairie,
 
a lone buffalo.

A symbol of heritage,

it sheds a tear;

Not for the dead,

but the living.


Details | Imagism | |

Spring

The sun shines in a friendly glow while the birds sing mating songs, searching for that lost bond of intimate natural longing. Greenery illuminates the path through the garden, colorfully decorating the atmosphere with contentment. Leaves drift beatifically to their resting place in the aura of serenity; wisdom in the blossoms wherein dastardly royalty is usurped by inane benevolence. Such generosity cannot freely bandy about when originated from petulant systems of feigned philanthropy. Evidence mystifies the instituted kindness with otherworldly martyrdom prevailing over dynamically advantageous disproportion. A youthful sprite exudes sage harmony that listens intently to ruminated introversion and callously disregards obnoxious outburst. A twig snaps into seventy equivalent sections; equilibrium begets solitude among the predetermined assortment. Begin again and sweetly profound anew. Did it start? Nevermore, with the exception of a shift in the concept of causality's influence: kleptomania for knowledge and acceptance of besmirched spirits. Souls pine for an existential seed to spurt roots and permeate the dirty confinement. Cyclical imperfection trudges through sludge, almost cinematic in its unveiling. It is astounding in each fresh, yet repitious succession. A song skips lyrical lust and jumps to instumental amelioration: The symphonic glory of all encompassing, magnificent, eternal, ascending powerfully and synthetically descending, original, cooperative, and unorthodox love.


Details | Tanka | |

Sakura



clustered sweet stars cling
fleetingly  pink  white  beauties
fragrant umbrellas
billowing warm pink blizzards
floating down gently on streams



3/20/2012




*Sakura:Japanese Cherry Blossoms


Details | I do not know? | |

Moonrise

Now bring your rain to fall on me
To wash away my deep regrets
I know how lost it all can be
To one who's only seen sunsets
But rise, pure heart, sweet sanguine gem
But rise, and I cannot condemn
Nor you, nor I, nor all the world
Can know the perfect taint within a pearl

Agitation grows perfection
All things stem from darkest dust
Diamonds, pearl, love's complexion
Know its name is what it was
So dark, so dank, so damp and cold,
In loneliness 'gins love. Not gold
But silver, lunar, somber shines
In where are found love's anodynes

So shine the moon upon my soul
So taint my eyes in crimson's stead
So bring your rain to make me whole
Oh leave the past for dead

Let us live the moment's endless loss of space and time
Let us live, let us regret, forgive this heart of mine

Not sun, but moon, not gold, but grey
Nor heart nor mind is here to stay
No tears could ever fade away
Let live the dark, let fall the day

Let stormclouds fall, content, contrite
Completion, oh what death is right
When never torn away from sight?
The sunset
   is
       so beautiful
               Tonight.


Details | Ottava rima | |

Autumns Social

Autumns design takes candor beyond man.
Showing reality we all try to hide.
Sharing nakedness broad in noble plan,
Though recycling natures secure pride,
Bolder, at the end of her life’s span,
Humanities autumn takes us on a ride.
If we should not heed our mortals sign.
Live life full of honor and truly shine.


Details | Blank verse | |

Forms and data

This charade of life’s routine
Is fading the glory and tarnishing dreams
Humiliated in public and organised
Filling in forms, taking on form to survive
Our freedom stripped, our minds untangled
Living a dream of a nation in chains
Crossing Mountains and terraces
To an infinite reality
Watching in terror as our walls are torn down

In disrepair we dared to touch
The void of a bigger kind of truth
This waiting game catches my fall
And cradles me until the time is right
Hop, skip, jump to my destination
Our cities crumble
Etching the lines to a new province

Setup tomorrow
There is no tomorrow
When all of the world is drowning in sorrow
Saving for what?
Time colliding a little faster
The visions of a past time
Set as a spring trap
Etched in diamonds
Sparkling brilliance a new kind of day
Emerging from the darkness
That they fooled you was reality

Cut us down and string us high
This is not the right day to die
Leaping forward this tag team of life
Graceless fall of time travel time forgot
Next in line our species of doom
We count the minutes and seconds
Pause
We wait on our simple thrones
Breeding immortality
Day by day 
The truth outshines itself


Details | Verse | |

THE PORTRAIT OF THE DEER

Standing amidst the green pastures,
The body of silken lusture,
Away from the worldly 'features',
What a wonder has created nature.

Freedom fill thee all 
Peace covers thou like a shawl,
Thy - eyes represent harmony,
Thy energy so much fawny.

Are you standing here from the very dawn,
Surrounded by the dewy lawn,
The top of head the twelve 'thorns' -
Symbol of protection from all foes till they are fully gown.

The time seems dreadful night,
When creatures' heart fill with fright,
But your gaze cheers every sight,
Showing all the divine power of 'Light'




Details | Rhyme | |

When wind leaves the world

Whered the wind go.
It came by in a breeze so slow. 
Then it charged onward in its rage.
Forever moving foreword, the world its stage.
But someday the wind will go away.
For nothing can forever stay.
And when the wind stops blowing.
And the sun stops glowing.
The world will crumble and die.
And the wind will cease to fill the sky.
The world will fall apart peice by peice.
The people will riot against the police.
The powers of the world will fall from their reign.
And they will then feel the poors pain.
Then the water will stop flowing.
Next the crops will stop growing.
Food will be hard to come by.
And millions of people will die.
Millions of mothers, brothers, fathers, and daughters will cry.
The pacific, and atlantic will dry.
And the fruits on trees will grow shy.
All becuase the wind left the sky.


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Whoever you are I love you

No misleading innuendo, the universe will crescendo, 
tuning the hearts of all resuming the art of fall and proceeding rise, 
for when one die's so does part of another, 
and for every father and mother there was one before, 
so the chore's of life are waiting to to be adorned, 
hearts need cleaning and the trash you've carried from the past can be deceiving, 
so recycle the waste from your life and keep pace with what's right in your heart, 
do your part and soon you will determine how far your definition of being a person takes you, find out what it takes to 
attempt and not resent your chance to try, 
for someone who never does is the exact reason why, 
most people don't think love is worth it, 
so they lay alone and keep the words with, the emotion behind staying still, 
believe what your heart asks praying will come true, 
and the pain for no reason won't numb too, 
it will transgress from seem-less to life like the phoenix, 
your free will shall be owned by no man, 
but be aware of the applications program, 
they construct tools to abduct your imagination, 
they've found ways of attracting our natural fixations, 
but be calm, you hold the world in the palm of your hands, 
we lover's have plans for a peaceful world, 
but only if you believe me, only if you're willing to stand up to the greedy 
and put an end to oppression, upon my own reflection I find perfection from what's within us being exactly what we see around us, 
stop waiting the god's have already found us,
 they are wondering why we continue doing what hurts, 
and remaining thinking life is just a curse.. 
but if we do nothing and wait we will be much to late for harmonious fate, 
do your part and give gratitude, our earth depends on your attitude 
no matter where your longitude or latitude is, 
my absolute wish is for all to be loved, and when you look above 
to the stars shining, know that light is reminding 
of what will triumph over dark, for the tree of life has merely chipped its bark, 
find what you love and find what you're willing to prove, wishing the world would change for peace, please remember I do too.


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old signs stay true

Trespassers will be shot


I Survive not as a man but as a human being
I' am level but bent elements of life cast in a mutant haze
to come close to satisfaction my only compromise
brought up in abstract wars defending the ludicrous redundant whores
planning a future where money takes all but the hard lines on our face and our leather
patched jeans

Oxygen all used up in this arrogant world
where dog eat dog and nothing is obscene or absurd
the knowing don't advertise just to profit from a mind carelessly drifting away
improving methods to make a living from violence with pseudo safety at your fingertips
chilled ocean waves freezing deep inside the sweat of the mid day sun
creative masters all degrees, fun youngers all diseases
laughter patiently mocking paranoid trips, kids dolls locked in a zoo
beautiful heroes and spirit imbued
what is brave an answer to your possession
the listing struggle collecting tax from a citizen willing to pay if they'll just explain
cash is their mandate, and fear is their weapon
your not safe in your domain because we've made it a price to defend
playing god compared to taking life but nature is it's own entity
replication is insane ask god if we are the same
where is the book of legends which guides us, reincarnates the process to find us

allowing acts in revealing you
a chain that carries a ball a warning to the residence of Shangri La
prisoners of withdraws and the timeless is at hand to polish hatred to distract mankind
what of John Lennon or Hitler without a madman plot
our future lies in our will
If Christ should appear, would he be dressed in Kevlar with an army of tears

free is not to live in fear, free is all the guns at the bottom of the sea
everything oil,plastic,automobiles,trans fats,poverty and hatred
pied piped by anti Federal mannequins
the closest to representation we will ever get
animals are to be respected and learned from
they have no fight with man but a common strife
the first signs of humanities decline will come venerable brave
tell me we don't have the intelligence and wisdom to proceed without weapons
what if armies used food and care in an assault on the troubles of the world
can i have a wonderful life and feel good about being eaten by a bear
when less is praised but no fearless embrace
not even a word, you are trespassing in our world
intelligence and passion make up our bullet proof suite
don't underestimate the possibility you harbor a killer in your garage
i' d rather be killed by a bear, than road kill


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A Blind Blessing

A Blind Blessing
A beggar, walking blind one day
Stumbled across a stream
He curled his fists in anger and cried
“How could God be so mean?”

“He made these wonderful waters here,
and the grass, so soft and green.
These wonders are those that I cannot see.
How could God be so mean?”

“He gave me no eyes to see the trees 
That grow so tall and lean
So if he made this beauty here,
How could God be so mean?”

“Tis I who most enjoys his works,
I love every single thing.
But I’ve not the power to see them.
How could God be so mean?”

And as he sat and pondered this
A voice came to his ear
“Son, these are the gifts I’ve given thee,
to feel, to smell, to hear.”

“Thou love this earth much more than some,
Those whose eyes just pass it by.
I’ve given thee the gift to see
Within thine inner eye.”




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Reminders of the King

Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
 
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
 
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
 
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
 
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
 
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
 
Ecclesiastes

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Why The Caged Bird Sings

Do you know why the caged bird sings?
 She sings because of little things;
A meal of worms, a bright blue sky,
 The sounds of freedom ever nigh.
Of simple things that set apart;
 She sings because it's in her heart.


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Seed Of Love

Tiny seeds germinate
Fresh roots sprout
New life is born!
The weeds come for free
As every beautiful rose
Has it's thorns!
Growing tall, against all odds
Growing towards the light
Laying our roots deep
Staying strong, yet flexible
We are a tree of life
Or the seed in the ground
We are 'one' of the same!


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Nine Hundred Eighty Three

983 pounds of blackbirds fell down from the sky.
Was this an end times sign or just a catastrophe?
I think it was part of mans destructive history.
You at least must agree; this would make a big pie.

Some say it was lightening strikes and fireworks.
Who are these some that speak upon this?
Why would they make such a ludicrous miss?
Do they really expect us to believe, what jerks?

So-called experts say birds followed leader to suicide.
What kind of fools do they make us out to be?
These charlatans are supposed to be brilliant, you see.
Now they should readjust thoughts, as they go and hide.

Many will say it’s a sign; end of times coming soon.
Though I say Gods, signs will be more massive.
There will be no doubt; he will not be passive.
Majestic and overwhelming signs will make us swoon.

They have no definite answer to give to us all.
Why do they give us such ridiculous responses?
Maybe they are afraid of truth of their analysis.
They would rather let ourselves; forget the birds fall.


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Tears of a Lion

In the dusty desolate desert
Where once life abundant and thriving 
Stands a solitary, starving young lion
Weakened, diseased but still striving

With tears in his crusty wise eyes
And last glare of sober defiance
At he who wrecked havoc and mayhem
With technology and burgeoning science

With man’s greed and arrogant needs
He has plundered and pilfered and raped
And stolen the essence of nature
Rearranged, destroyed and reshaped

For nothing exists in this barren wasteland
Except dust, noxious gases and death
For man has created this lion’s demise
Nothing moves, nothing stirs, not a breath

As he struggles to take his last bow
And lowers his head to the ground
Last sigh from the king of the jungle
The end of all life and all sound


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Winter loose

I shiver
as I look back over the months.
I balk at the thoughts
that run through my mind.
It is not cold outside
but an icy wall built within.
The music from the speakers ache with my melody.
The old questions again:
how do I measure and see?
It is not fresh in my home
but a chill wind crept in.
A cloud of living creatures darkens the eve.
A doubt rises from the hidden fertile depths.
It is not bracing on the street,
I walk swiftly by.
Your breath the wind of the south.
Your words warm but from the desert.
It is not arctic in thy heart
but I dare not go in.


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Untitled Dover Beach

Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
    Melting away this earth-stone base
    Atop which rests the sky


Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
    Beneath the white gulls crying
    And the moon-tides dying


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Nights Nexus

Brick buildings bombard the burden of solitude;
brought on by the blossoming horizon.
Winds weave through walls of concrete;
waylaying waves of waste upward.

Sounds spawn the scent of the season;
sun shines sharply in the surreal sky.
Demons doomed, retreat to the depths of darkness;
destroying the dull and dreary day.

Gray curtains gown gloomy ghosts;
gazes engulfed by a glowing globe.
Natural notions of the inevitable occur;
uncovering nights nexus.


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Perspective: Petalled Planets

A single daisy blooms beside
the spacious path I gaily tread.
I take a glance and strangely feel
attracted to its garnished head.

And so I dip into the grass
to better see the flower's face,
or could that be a heav'nly sphere,
and I a victim of its space?--

a petalled planet, so to speak:
for who's to say that what I see
is not in fact a floral orb
with floating fields of gravity?--

the force that forms its atmosphere,
compelling colored leaves to cling
around its soft pollinic core
to form its planetary ring.

Akin to Saturn, I would think,
if only for its outer shape,
but look!--a foreign drifter nears:
a bee, see how it gravitates

towards the levitating plant
as if it was an asteroid?
It's quite a grueling task, you see,
for any creature to avoid

the pull of such a pretty thing.
I too am bound, much like the bee,
by sight and sense of smell, for they
are too the toys of gravity.

It would appear that we approach
the flower's face because it's fair,
but no!--that's surely not the case;
we move because our sight's ensnared:

the very spheres we use to see
are commandeered by gravity,
and made to move as if they were
some paltry piles of space debris.

The nose, a satellite that tracks
the signals of a scented source,
is not intrigued by fragrant waves,
but solely by the flower's force!

Suppose this captivating bloom
is all I think it seems to be:
then that would mean that space is green,
and gardens nurture galaxies.


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Love light

Love my dark away
Cast out fear, don't drive it deep
Light: for darkness weep


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He Who is Not Loved

       
Has a cold sad heart,
Winding down like a clock with its parts,
The days and years are shorter,
They would be longer if he is a courter,
Those hearts are lost in winterstorms,
Snowflakes falling into nothingness that mourn,
With trees that follow with their permanent shades,
Killing hearts slowly with branches that are blades,
Those weary souls that cry at night,
Trapped in hell by hearts that never see light,
And when that love door is opened wide,
Hearts will mingle and walk with stride,
They pet and pet love set free,
Comforting under bright hot suns colossally,
That love that stare’s in the face,
Will make men whole on this earthly place,
Pollen blowing through the air,
Unleashed by pistols fired everywhere without despair,
To depart this world with seeds left behind,
A man’s lot is love immortal and she is kind.


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Endless Universe

Staring up at the veil of darkness
Stars shining brightly through its holes,
The moon being the gap in the middle
To glow on the world below.

As I gaze up at the darken sky
Made my mind wonder in curiousity,
Out there somewhere in this vast galaxy
Is there someone looking at the very sky
In another out there in the universe?

Space is endless
Galaxies are countless
Dimensions are limitless
Universes are zoneless.

Other worlds that call to us,
Make us wonder their existence
Places that we've seen in movies?
Stories that we read in books?

Parallel worlds where things are opposite?
Where we live in different settings?
Fate being fair or unfair to them
Depending on what it's like there.

Our imagination is endless
As we ponder the possibilities
That outside our own galaxy
There are countless worlds
Just as there are stars in the night.


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Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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A meaningless purpose

Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the 
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in, 
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.

A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in 
The hope of resilience.


Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will 
Face once and still not know.


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The Root of Inspiration

I set out on a quest today,
Compelled to write a poetic story,
I thought perhaps I’d write about,
The mind in its’ infinite glory,
While philosophizing life
I wondered, what is inspiration?
So I continued on my noble journey,
Through the minds vast imagination,
I was full of motivation,
As I made my faithful way,
And neurological obstacles,
Kept getting in my way,
Soaring through the universe,
I came unto a vibrant light,
As i set my hand upon it,
I was filled with divine insight,
The gleaming light then vanished,
And an angel had appeared,
Dressed in a robe of white,
Dawned with a halo in her hair,
A silky voice then asked me,
Is it knowledge you require?
She said again as if she’d known,
Then ask what you desire,
I was wondering where it was,
That inspiration is derived,
Then as I came unto the light,
I’d understood as I arrived.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Hydrologic Cycle

Ice forms new land.
Water is a gentle hand.
Snow buries the dead.
Rain rebirths life ahead.
Clouds house spirits and souls.
Hail falls, heightening the tolls.
Creeks carry the weak.
Rivers bring life to the peak.
Lakes hold waters so old.
Seas claim lives they stole.
Oceans preserve origins of life.


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Smile... the Death will change to Birth

How long can stay the happiness?
How long can stay the sadness?

Nothing in this world can go always up
Nothing in this world can go only down.
Nothing in this world remains the same forever.

As the day changes to night,
And the night changes to day.

As the cold changes to warm,
and warm changes to cold.

As this natural law always change everything,
up to down and down to up.

So long as there is nothing without an opposite, smile... 

The Death will change to Birth !


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Sonnet?

Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not


Details | ABC | |

Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
Nobody.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Inspiration

Inspiring is the lion’s roar Inspiring is the sea. They strengthen all the courage That lives inside of me. Inspiring is the wind As it tosses about the trees, And inspiring is the humming Of the little bumblebees. Inspiring is the eagle As it soars above the sun, And inspiring is the man Who will never use his gun. Inspiring is the dolphin As it dances in the waves, And inspiring is the swan With the graceful way it bathes. Inspiring are the people Who embrace the warmth of love, And inspiring is the poet Who rhymes for those above. Inspiring are those who shun The violent plague of war And inspiring is the soldier And those he does fight for. Inspiring is the courage That lives inside of me, And inspiring is the unity That comes from the word “we”.


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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Dear Ray

Hey there big sky,
is that your beam
spooning warmth to my heart?

She's making shadows again
and it's all cozy inside.

I'd like to photograph this moment
with my eyes
so everything will be bright
then when night falls
I won't trip over it's many hands.

Only the blind stumble into lies,
but not me/you anymore
together we resemble truth
on a hot summer day.

Blackbirds don't seem to notice
our new philosophy at all,
nor do the trees sway back and forth
to windless melody,
but those squirrels staring mindlessly
at your golden figure
are planning to steal my nuts

Please compose them!

Yours truly,

Sombre 


Details | I do not know? | |

Ebb and Flow

Our inner secrets
Remain hidden behind fog
We show facets of ourselves
Like diamond ice crystals
Trickling streams of our souls
Dripping from cracked dam walls
We walk through crowds
Burying the inner turmoil
Of our white water souls
Behind hollow smiles
Our emotions heavy like mist
On a black-water lake

Looking up for inspiration
On fluffy white clouds
The warm summer rain
Droplets become a prism
Forming rainbows
The colors sprayed
Throughout the sky
A projected picture of hope
Washing away the darkness

We hope that someone
Would find our
Message in a bottle
Or read between the lines
Of that ripple
The waves radiating out
Like barriers to our strife
Why do we lose ourselves
in this ocean called life?


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A Life Less Ordinary

Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..

Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.

When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.

Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..

A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..

This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..


Details | Sonnet | |

LET THE TREES TEACH A LESSON

Teal titans stretch above the fray,
so sure they won't be swept away.
Like Aesops' ant, they don't prepare
for chilling end in winters' stare.
Their colors burst and start to run.
It hits them hard that life is done.
As drill-bit winds and fading light
Force feathered song to hasty flight.
Brisk crimson billows blot the street,
Then clot in brown piles at their feet.
The snap of bark, slim tendrils flail
as veins gone cold begin to fail.
Numb fingers scrape the windowpanes
to snatch what little heat remains.
From frosted windows' golden glows,
we cowards peek as each one goes.
They plea for help in eerie moans.
We can not help. They die alone.
Such public death, not for the proud,
White winds will wrap their silver shroud.

Their lesson stands for all to see-
Might we die too, with dignity?
But even more, they seem to say-
Be ready when it comes our way.


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Restoration, A Myth

One day at noon, a shadow fell to the earth and announced that he was God's 
chronicler and that he had to report important events to The Master.  

All day he followed people around until by dark he was feeling faint.  

What if instead of me following everyone around, people could just decide what 
was important and make their own reports to God?

He made a petition to see the King of the Universes and humbly told Him the 
plan.

Our Creator God knew all but He listened politely to the shadow.  

I gave you the assignment to see how you would carry it out.  You were diligent to 
the point of exhaustion and then you got creative and started thinking of 
delegating and sharing the workload and making people responsible for their 
own memories.  Good Job!  

You have earned your Brain.

The shadow was ecstatic, a large light bulb was given to him and he shadowed 
everyone who came into his presence.  Soon he was tired again.  He decided to 
rest and let the light bulb be bright at certain times and other times to rest.  This 
was a sign that he had mastered the concept of being restored and revived.


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My Beautiful Singularity

Speeding through the depths of space, 
186,000 miles a second I race. 
Catching nothing but a shimmer of you, 
over millions of light years you still shine through. 

At light speed I pass by nebulae and galaxies, 
warm and loving you are in my hypotheses. 
The beauty of the universe, 
Still does not quench my sought for thirst. 
For you are the beauty I hold dear, 
As your radio wave I finally hear. 
 
Your elegant beauty strips me of fundamental thought, 
As your intellect fuses with elegance my heart you solely caught. 
With my chest erupting like a solar fare, 
As you climb upon me with a lustful stare. 

Drag me in with your sweet gravity, 
hold me in for near an eternity. 
Strip me of my molecular stability, 
As we fall into infinity, infinity 
As we bond into a beautiful singularity. 


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AN UNPLEASANT DAY

The fog thickens over the waters,
making every island vanish
into the misty sea rolling by;
but the lonely and trembling gull
stands on a skaky lamp-post, 
and his loud,distant cry
is revealed by a deep anguish
adding to an unpleasant day...

Mindless and shameless lovers,
take advantage of the pelting rain
to satisfy their urge with passionate eyes; 
these lovers came to this marine 
with the intent to cheat without concern,
not honoring their promise
to those who are eternally faithful:
isn't instant gratification a foolish game?  

The steady raindrops turn into a tempest,
causing the eere wind to whistle wildly
and as they pelt on my windshied and dance,
the music of my melody,so lively,
changes to a tune played with melancholy;
winter effects my mood so dramatically...

I look out of the driver's window twice
and the same bird sits still where he was,
I'm wondering if he waits for his mate,
to take a plunge into the water and bathe;
it's not only humans who experience loneliness:
it is seen in the wilderness as well...

Amid the fury of the relentless storm,
I'm caught between land and air, 
and does anybody feel the awesome force 
that makes us look so insignificant and small!
Our works are temporary and frail,
like the empires that were great and invincible,
they may seem perfect and beautiful,
but they will lose luster and suddenly fall
and crumble into a dust of oblivion:
only this Universe was made to last forever...

My wish for serenity is swept away
by the wind's fierce currents above,
and the frenzy waves carry it along
to follow that ship that left a while ago;
and still there's no visible sky
over the prestine, white beach
where I would lie down and sleep,
hidden away from anything and anybody...

In this treacherous month of March,
I can't lay back or be faint of heart;
somehow, with willingness and brit,
I must start being realistic
and take in consideration an unpleasant day
and make the best of it anyway... 


Details | Classicism | |

VAIN EGO

The towering tide in the sea 
should not awe you by its height
This  is mere effervescence
Rising and falling wearily
On   the  bosom  of the foaming Sea.
The momentary peak of strength that it attains
 By  jumping out of its mass to reach the sky
Is as vainglorious and transitory As the Ego of his ‘I’.


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


Details | Free verse | |

Night's Sky

When you look up at the sky at night,
You fail to mark immediately,
The many wondrous stars there are;
Your gaze must be constant and precise,
To note the lesser sparkling ones.
So is it then, that in this world,
Of successes and unfortunates;
We still cannot see beneath the apparent,
For something intrinsically beautiful.


Details | Haiku | |

Ghosts Hide In Water

ghosts hide in water

reflections of what is real

maybe real or not




(February 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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



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A Cue from ancients of days

Look up to the sky
take a look at the boldness of the sun
behold the brightness of the stars
they hold no grudges
they come, they shine
for you, for me:
caucasian, black or orientals

Look up at the sky
See the beauty of the moon
it illuminates prison as well palace
they no know boundary nor landmark

hear the rhytm of the rains
it beats the ghetto and the golden city
see its water flows
linking the mosques and the churches
they hold no sentiments nor  bias

then look at  yourself
and I myself
and together ourselves
and take a cue from
the ancients of days.


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Rhythm of Man

The shining sun twinkling on the water,
Like a thousand fireflies dancing,
On glazed mirror reflections prancing,
The twinkles of stars alter
Perceptions.

In the moonlight I hear the darkness,
Like a million cackles of the mad,
In an echo chamber of the sad,
Contrasted in a complete starkness
Illusions.

Trees sway with a natural rhythm,
Like a singularity of purpose found,
Above the fray of this unholy ground,
The swaying of men has a rhythm
Veracious.

The shining sun twinkling on the water,
Like those that dance in the fire 
I speak the earth,
And I scold the rock,
Gracious.

Deep inside the muddy cave
Down where you deprave
Deeper see where you enslave
The emotion to the bedrock,
Stopping now infinity's clock
Perspicacious.

There above in shining gold
A light you see in darkest hold
Allow it in, then you are free
Guided how angels see
Luminous.





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MyTreeAndI

By dusk, the day will take its toll
I unwind with my daily stroll
And every day my eyes behold 
A tree, upon a mound. 

I see his life how he would see
We keep eachother company
Together, just my tree and me
And noone else around.

We laugh and sing and dance and play
And quickly waste the sun away
And soon its light that lights the day
Is nowhere to be found.

And now it seems I cannot see
I’m stuck here, fading, with my tree
Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves
My soul becomes the ground.


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Time

            Time

This piston drives, lives, dies
Call it time, it survives


Poem – Time- created by: Earl Schumacker 
on 10/11/14 for - In Its Essence- Poetry Contest


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Of Acceptance

Oceans mingle,
New colors born in their embrace.

I am me
And forever, understood in this moment.
I can safely melt into your waves
For eternity in this moment.

I can battle your eyes,
Gently with a smile
And rest calmly,
When you carry me to the shore.

I can build castles,
But you do not wash them away.
We build life in the sand
And the magic descends to rest in our abyss.

Sleep sweetness,
Rest in the beautiful ocean.
Sink peacefully in me


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Less Than Human

You are not taken by me:
You are taken by the shadows and shapes there.
Sharp collarbones, acute angles when knees bend, shin to thigh:
Movement in the night, soft sighs, I am wisp-of-smoke, wisp-of-woman, neither living nor dead, your head 
Cradled to my breasts, my eyes soft there.
I am your mother, your worship, your hellhound, your whore:
Everything to you, I am, but I am not me.
You see the curve below the protuberance of hip, the pink softness of these lips,
Strangled under weighted red hair:
“Who are you?”
The moon arches her slivered arrows from the quiver of night,
Impaled by the furious darkness you seduce a sea creature,
Claim my skin as amphetamine, 
See one hundred faces of people from ancient cultures and places
And each one you see is them, is not me, and:
Why should it matter?
Do I embody primal identity?


Details | Free verse | |

unbinding covenants

Wildflowers enchantingly appear from once
  barren fields consumed by tickling mundane
     grass.

                                                         Flowers of imperfection...

                 Mesmerizing, they celebrate freedom...
              mastering the art of ballet as the warm wind
            peeks through cherry trees while

                                              unassuming purple daisies seductively
                                                smile at the brilliant sun...

              sometimes.

                                                       White irises uniquely wave to the iridescent
                                                         rain, folding and unfolding...at whim... as

                 a hillside is veiled with raving red impatience,
            too restless to wait, too sophisticated to plan...

                                                    today...

                                                    arousingly haunting, captivatingly moving,
                                                 riding both...the day...and...the night...


                             much like you.









Details | I do not know? | |

My Sanity

My sanity was always
Clear as the water
Pounding at my ear. I drown.


Details | Free verse | |

Metal Fields And Mountain Pinnacles

Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day

Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With gold draped cliffs of drifting yellow beads of brass

Green vegetation grows around them to quell their worries
Reaching to be free from electricity, thermal conductivity 
Streams that run along the fields of metal valley mines

Gray with aluminum strands soft and solvent
Punctuate the landscape up above
Anodizing, analyzing, thinking they are zinc
So much of zinc below the solid surface riches
All this to be discerned by proper science expeditions

Metal machines gather what they need to feed their kind
Golden days, silver nights, tongues of tungsten
Wrap themselves around themselves for warmth

Metalloids are not yet born or forged
Malleable to shaping when they come


Some nonmetallic friends stop by to see the young
Marble and silicon are spies
Disclosed, exposed as such
Despised, disposed of for their corrosive side and lies

Platinum dressed in blue arrives
Stays to take a smoke or two
Smoldering in a blistering sun

Smelted, furn-aced for the future
To be tempered into something smooth 
To contemplate the truth with other alloys
Query how all metals can be used
How Earth can hold itself together with the ores
Both in the ground and in the metal fields outside
To lay aside barren lands their souls in sun for warmth 
Metal-tate a way to feel the force
They carry on and need no water

Of course rocks are most jagged and driest on mountain tops
They yield the finest metals, minerals at their pinnacles up there
And where suns furnace first glowed on
Touched the tip of Earth
Up there still, refines, defines the metal fields

                                                   9/22/14 Pinnacle - Poetry Contest


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Frailty

How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you
feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek
to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness
what lies within my heart to plainly speak
 
But raised was I upon a planets prison
and to will of others made was I a slave
with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating
the road to fear of man did abuse pave
 
I want to run barefoot         on green grass carpets
and prowl                  the mountain ranges like a cat
wing my way                         upon the trails ridges
and know no violence will me to attack
 
Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living
I've escaped intent        and accidents of chance
like those who consider all          unforeseen occurrence
that the unwary can be              caught by circumstance
 
I've made my way this far         only by reason
four reasons          gave the choice for me to live
I've had no time to consider                      my emotion
nor thought about a need         for love did give
 
I've given vent to mans neglect and violence
for no different do I find inself my own
when I look at the reflection in the mirror
no change to our past can we atone
 
All those who consider justice and affliction
the pathways of thought and all her tracks
many millennia's of history have we written
the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks
 
The ever present war              within our nature
affected by our fight          or flight of reason
the stake to posterity                 is high and costly
far to often we are weak     to logics treason
 
For all have fallen down       before true glory
not a single one hasn't failed               his own thought
for everyone has placed        for himself standards
and in his own failures                 is he caught
 
For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power
in the cosmos is ordered laws           that we can see
but not one single human         who is existing
can keep the perfection    of Love flawlessly
 
So occasionally I will have to ask             for your forgiveness
and hope you love enough           to set me free
for even if I think           I might know better
I have found in all of us            this frailty
 
I want to tell you I am stronger               when you are near me
I have found in you something       that in myself I lack
I never knew that              getting any closer
would provide the desire            to return  back
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller


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Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Didactic | |

That Voice Of Mother Earth..A-crying

The world is Dying…
Mother Earth Is Crying...
"Man, man, man…
You have caused me much pain…
Even if I rain hailstones on him...He is still stubborn"...

"Man, Man, Man…
You cut down my Hard Grown Forests …Without replanting them,
You Plunder My Breasts spilling my precious Milk…	
Keeping My Marine Offspring In Extinct Extinction,
You Flare Gas into the Air, Making this same Air your Main life 
Source Thinner and Thinner, Destroying My Ozone layer"...

"You Manufacture harmful chemicals which you use as Refrigerants 
And for foam production these same deplete the Ozone layer…
Hear ye! Hark ye! Woe betides you for burning my forests…
See the charred evidences...So Much Natural Life In Jeopardy…
Your Over-Zealousness has plundered the Wildlife I granted True Bliss… 
They are now unsafe and close to extinction…
I will withhold my anger for a short time and Look on..
But When Thy Cup Of Sin Filleth..Not Even My Creator Will Withold My Fury..
I am MOTHER EARTH!"


Details | Haiku | |

Don't Mess With Mom

                                                    there is no fury
                                                like a woman's fury -
                                           so don't mess with mom










Tribute To
Mother Nature


It's Not Nice 
Fooling 
Mother Nature   LOL


Details | Rhyme | |

Throne Room

The voice of Love is gentle seeks your heart to mend
screaming and abusive speech to shield from defend
kindness you have robed in the heart of your Son
whose disciples are collecting all loved old and young

Grant he will the prayers of those seeking peace
those pursuing righteousness and from tyranny release
freedom from what causes harm to walk in Liberty
to find your joy and happiness to vision given see

God has made the promise in which he cannot lie
the hope of everlasting Life in Jesus never die
Love is as strong as Death a seal set on your heart
when you truly know his Love never from it depart

How pleasant it receives you with joy and delight
like the most beloved when standing in his sight
made like the savour so like honey sweet
a song with it's enchantment no other voice can meet

It cannot be compared to anything but God
for he is its source its living waters laud
the fairest of the fair where desire is complete
this is the throne of God on heart it must take seat

The elixir in the goblet intoxication of sweet wine
how the taste and smell and touch majesty divine
unspoiled and unpolluted its embrace is clean
never will mistreat you be violent or mean

To dare to look upon it and in its depths be found
water it does all life and gives fertile ground
without it there's no Light to life where in darkness set
those who follow hatred live in Death forget

Awake awake oh sleeper lift your eyes on High
Love is the only thing we're assured can never die
It holds the universe together exists for all Time
like God we hold its passing memory deeply in our mind

Fall I do in worship beneath its gaze I bow
that into his presence by Son he does allow
to let us stand before him and take us in embrace
when we become like him we will know his face

sources Song of Solomon 8:6-7 Galatians 5:14-25
1Cor 13:12 1John 3:1-6 Titus 1:2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Of Being and Strangers

What stranger walks in this valley, envying the flowers in his tearful eyes, flowers that flower, never having to ask the question, who am I?


Details | Rhyme | |

Life Lessons

Life Lessons Fate has many roads It's funny how they intersect You might know where you're going But can't know who you'll meet You can't see all life is showing While only walking down one street Don't lose your shoes, you'll need em You blues, the news will feed em So walk your talk and lead em Before there's no more freedom Some roads run into an ocean Sometimes you have to swim If you're lucky, you can sail But watch for clouds to form Even hull and mast can fail If you're not prepared for the storm You test the waters, and the waters test you Seas beg for flying stones sometimes At times, it's tempting to oblige But the waters move aside for violence The waves walk away where sinking stones land To stare at the surface in stationary silence At the tides' reasoning, and your bloody hand


Details | Free verse | |

The Butterfly

A butterfly, swimming through 
The stagnant air, 
Shivers past the eye
Of an old rustic hound, whose
Paws flinch with a curious, 
Frivolous anticipation.

But, once its muscles shed
Their torpid skin, and
Bones flex, and begin to swing,
It’s gone. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW

I am not related to tomorrows,
Severed from them
I am  related  to my yesterdays
The suffered realites
Do not trust the future.
Passing through the endless period of grimness, 
I have owned them. Absence of miseries
Is not the culmination of the anguish.
Painful past, More known, more intimate is acceptable 
I am afraid of the future, 
The unknown tomorrow.













Details | Rhyme | |

Currents

Sunrise across the river, laughter going through my head, 
I don't know what become of you, just a laugh away from, 
Some of the things you said. I can hear the river roar. 
Rocky mountain river, saw through a vocal score. 
Late mournings hours with only the days heat to gain, 
Watching, listening to Mother Earth play her games. 
Seeing the day before me, remembering you this way, 
Calms my upset unsettled thoughts that started my day.


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Engagement

Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again

As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields

For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth

Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you

She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained

These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure

The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne

For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant

There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt

With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile

She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight

Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Tree house

A sanctuary beholden to the eyes of the seer,
Open hearted lays a crystal entrance to the golden, 
And perhaps an even more extravagant opening, 
Lies the broken, wooden entrance for the good.

The moribund dream of it in its starkest slumber, 
Yet is within reach for all who yearn.
It lies not on metal, nor stone,
Nor freshly laid yew, stained by paint and human toil.

But by love and grace, forever orbiting,
A pastiche of beauty, greater than the yonder, 
For the exultant and the brave,
In the tree of wisdom they shall reign forever.


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Ghazal | |

Perl Strand

Uninvited  sin  a sip  of  sand. 
Wish to be  a  perl  in a strand.
Washed  in many streams becoming a  jewel.

Cought in known rules  escape  its steady selection.
Offered dreams as choice of decision simply ignored.
Passed  its  passage  applouse circumstances   wasted.

Washed  in many streams  to  be born  as  adoring  jewel.
Cought in known rules  despare  to escape  becoming  crown.
Passed  its  passage  circumstances disposed  itself.

Cought   in   steps   redressing the liberty  of crown.
Judged  its  claim  to waive   the beauty  dissepair in future .
Cursed  in  each play  still happy  to make a   perl strand.


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TEXTING pt pt pt







All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear

Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom

For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear

In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone

Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list

See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum

Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence


For the contest,  Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th




Details | Haiku | |

Shining Star

Beauty of a star
Stands above the rest with pride
Shines with such brilliance


Details | ABC | |

The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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BESIDES A SOOTHING SHADE

Besides a soothing shade, leaves
adorn many different trees
and I love them in three seasons...
all have their dimensions.


My springs are spent
underneath one of them...
you have your very own
on which thoughts have grown.


Ever seen, or felt the gloominess
of a bare tree exposed to sunlight,
its bark gets drier and peels off...
tossed by wind, it'll fall downright.   


Any plant, bush or tree without leaves
is like a stunning woman without hair:
her vanity taken away and she's sent into despair,
but if her hair grew back, so would her glorious dreams.  


What about the birds that need leaves
to make their nests between branches,
and can't find none...is this the end of their amazing species?
Who ever thought that besides a soothing shade, there's nothing left?


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Lamb of God

From the heights of heaven you sent him forth
through the womb of woman he found his course
with your own power you gird his hips
with the truth of the kingdom on his lips
For this purpose was he created
his life for ours was his traded

He would open our eyes so that we see
bestow the gift of living for eternity
He percieved mans deepest inner parts
hidden in the well of their hearts
Touch with kindness our inmost being
return to us tender hearts of feeling

For his sacrifice he is the Most Beloved
angels did minister and our sins he covered
simplicity the path he would live
his heart to the masses did he give
The depth of his Love he demonstrated
for his judgement the priests him hated

He cast out devils and healed the blind
comdemned by council because he shined
The mulitudes with truth did feed
into Gods Love they would be freed
The council of Priests moved to crucify
clothed in darkness to prefect did lie

By a faithless disciple was he sold
for thirty silver as was fortold
in suicide did disciple take
for selling his Lord to the torture stake
The shepherd surrendered his soul for the sheep
to awaken minds and hearts from deaths sleep

In exhortation to follow his example
speak the truth and lies to trample
to take upon ourselves his yoke
and teach the kingdom about which he spoke
That the God of Love we should embrace
til the time we will see his face

sources the gospels and epistles

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Imagism | |

Tapestry in Bloom

Lilac drips emboss the outstretched plains
Whilst the aquatic festoonery resurfaces
Permanently
The Expanse is Extraordinary
But it is all so ordinary, in its distance spanned
Repeated
But it is so glorious, the defeat that refused a compromise
And found itself in the inglorious moratorium,
clawing, drawing closer
To the Expanse, in Extraordinary enduring hostile pity
To find the clawing was for not
If the water flows regardless


Details | Epic | |

Bite

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


- Adam


Details | Lyric | |

Insignificant Man

Deep in the jungle where the deep river laps
And the tiger rich meal eaten naps
Where the young one’s play at their mothers side
And the deep verdant canopy reaches far and wide

In a lush green meadow where the cattle stand
Chewing their cud as they stroll the land
Where the fields are divided into pattern and lines
And rich purple grapes grow on trellised vines

Down a country lane a maiden skips
And a postcard in the mailbox slips
While children round the sweet shop crowd
Teasing in childish voices, playful and loud

On a grassy hillside a shepherd bends
While he gentle watches and his flock tends
The thick grass gentle under his feet
That becomes stiff and hard in the snow and sleet

Deep the blue ocean, her ever changing tide
While the foamy white surf on the billows ride
While the sea her fury to the sky expresses
Yet runs softly to shore and there gently caresses

In the desolate dessert the hot sun blazes
As the day passes through its many phases
For far and wide do the sand dunes span
In the distance a mirage of a solitary man

Up on Mount Everest in the cold and snow
Where stinging like a whip dies the freezing wind blow
Where all around there is nothing but ice
And the cost of a climb is life as the price


In the city street the people rush
Never a moment without a hush
And tall the stone buildings blocking the light
While toxic emissions pollute the night

On this fair planet that circles the sun
Where mountains rise and rivers run
There is so much diversity in this small place
It’s hard to imagine what’s out in space
We are so insignificant, the human race!!!

  


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Waves Shape Ocean's Floor

waves shape ocean's floor

diurnal, nocturnal sea

stagnant never once

 

 

 

(February 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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


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COLLATIONS

Spent time enough      upon this road
to know the things       I think are gold
don't give a hoot         bout wealth or fame
if you're famous          and made a name

My life's simple           have my own dreams
my own pursuits         and my own leans
but these are those     that let me see
what lies in you           your own beauty

I understand               what you've been through
though life's unique     but similar too
you own your joy        as I do mine
its ups and downs       the unsublime

I've experienced life    and all it's dirt
our ecstasies              of all our hurt
foolish man said         I crossed the line
I wasn't worth            his thought or time

Forgive me now         should I not see
all the meaning          your life needs be
sometimes I'm bound in my own thought
to remember             what life has taught

That I glory               in what is you
individuality               it's what we do 
I've shed my tears      and held your hand
same under stars       the same earth stand

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

 Psalm 62
9 Surely the lowborn are but a breath,
the highborn are but a lie.
If weighed on a balance, they are nothing;
together they are only a breath.
10 Do not trust in extortion
or put vain hope in stolen goods;
though your riches increase,
do not set your heart on them.
11 One thing God has spoken,
two things I have heard:
“Power belongs to you, God,
12 and with you, Lord, is unfailing love”


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Winterlong

There is a stillness in the cold
When everything sets into a deep freeze
And the clouds cast a red glow

The snow on the ground reflects
But it doesn't speak
It only covers what has already been

The stars seem to shine brighter
Piercing through another passing night
They're light millions of miles away
And thousands of years ago

Can we comprehend what we cannot see
And can we understand what we have?

As one mystery unravels
Another becomes more tightly wound

And yet still winter passes
As some are lost
And others are found


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CloudMaker

Tween lives...that's where cloud-maker dwells,
plying his wind-borne trade.
His companion...shadow-makers' busy 
assigning shadows to escort storm clouds.
The pair, playing swift with natures strength,
they tumble and smooze 
off craggy cliffs, ready to explore.

Sunlight pierces and shows the way 
in glittering sunlit paths galore.
Shadows run rampant over the valley
blending and parting, as do we!
Windspeed propelled, they dance to 
an ancient melody, folding and molding
till the storm is spent
And sun...melts the clouds away.

They then repent and behave again 
and shadow with the time of day.


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The cynic and optimist

Every good thing must come to an end,
every day must give way to night.
Our lives are like grass one day here, 
the next gone: mown down.
Love fades away to a lonely grey,
everything we sow has gotta be reaped.
I am a speck of dust,
on a small rock, circling a medium fireball.
I am a rumour:
sometimes true, other times false,
a whisper a shout both short lived.
I am one average among many,
a dot on a page, the stray brush stroke on canvas.
When I hope it means I do not have,
but half expect to one day.
Peace if it lasts a day is a surprise:
it is the most fleeting of all these.
Fingers grasp my neck to choke the life out of me.
I am impotent to stop the slow death that will take the whole of me.

The cynic


All evil will have it's ending, 
tis said the darkest hour is before the dawn.
What we do in life echoes in eternity,
a short bright burning candle each one.
Out of despair love raises again from the ashes:
grace has paved my way of life.
I'm a grain of sand, crafted into a beautiful glass vase:
containing life and magnifying our star,
I am truth, and truth lasts forever,
I breathe and yell: there is love and love wins.
I am an amazing creation amongst so many wonders,
a master stroke of a classic composer.
When I have hope;
it is because I have been promised I will inherit.
Peace comes more and more the less I move away from the world,
as an outpouring of the plan.
Arms embrace my whole
and fill me with light.
I am important
and my core will live on when the shell has passed.

The optimist

Perception is important isn't it?...


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Baal

How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
 
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
 
The incantation of the winged ones spoken
and soothsayers their fortunes do tell
In rites of passage the truth be broken
to absolve your sins priest craft bespell
 
They use ceremony in feigned ritual
they revile God and shake their chains
and demon poisoned is their victual
what is left is death in human remains
 
They claim with God to fellowship
necromancy and sorcery upon their lip
but what is taught does make man slip
conjuration by demons do augurs equip
 
The readers of omens and seers arts
Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery
designed to destroy any purity in hearts
blood soaked debauchery is your history
 
Off key they sing a song of deception
to cloud mankind in his perception
artful device with the lies conception
contaminated minds with asps infection
 
To breath his air is foul beyond belief
Jesus who leads the way must you show
must partake the bread of life to get relief
so that the true God you may know
 
Favor is for those who truly seek your face
walk away from shadow into your light
contemn praise from man look only to your grace
desire clarity and vision within true sight
 
To seek your paths do I delight
into the day and splendor of the dawn
to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right
it is a privilege to sing your song
 
sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12
IIChronicles 33:1-7
Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1
chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9
Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The castle

The days were going by, making years 
And the castle was being built, brick by brick 
I knew it would never finish 
I would end up with just ruins 
But the castle was getting built 
and I was feeling happy 
 
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Sign Wisdom

Dormant,
dried arms signing
strange arborous  proverbs.
The sap from knotted knuckles bleeds
wisdom.



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Life of the Grasshopper

Life of the Grasshopper





The birds are flying south for winter
The chipmunks have squirreled away a stash
The ants have slaved all summer to survive
But another season still holds death


The grasshopper has no pretenses
It lives its days
But lives in the moment
Then dies
Just like everything else


The grasshopper had a lot of life in its year
The bird, the chipmunk, and the ant all had a lot of years in their life
All used up working to delay the inevitable
Looking, but never seeing a silent, still moment
A dandelion trying to catch the wind
A ripple racing on a stream
A cloud cartwheeling across the sky
A forest reaching for the sun
Perfection


They’re too busy to find peace
Holding too tight to find release
Mocking the grasshopper’s wisdom
Resenting it for its life of freedom
And its peace with death


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Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ATMOSPHERE

I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed. 

Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.

Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable, 
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able

to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.

Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.

I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.

If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique

Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.

I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2, 
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you

from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.

I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:

north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.


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Puff Puff

My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth




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Thoughts

The day has given and the night now wroughts
The turbulence of sleeplessness in sync.
In the sapphire darkness the fireflies blink,
Tiny flashing beacons that guide my thoughts.

I think of Edison and da Vinci,
How nature must have inspired them to dream.
What star cast upon them its shining beam
To bring forth such great ingenuity?

If I were to wish upon such a star,
Would it not be so inclined to bestow
Upon me the knowledge I need to know?
Knowledge to invent a new kind of car,

And set  the oil industry on its ears,
And change the world another hundred years.
I look to the stars and wonder why not?
I see the fireflies content in their lot.


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No Title (2)

Through the clear northern sky,
Through the glitt’ring eastern sea
You can now freely fly –
You are born for flying free!

Turning neither left not right
You can catch the shooting star,
Which has left the trek as bright
As it leads away a far.

Through the day and through the night,
Through the very distant lands,
Through the deserts, snow white,
Through the swirling desert sands.

Gather every sparkling light
Coming from the sun and moon.
Fast and high you keep your flight
And you get away as soon!

16.08.07


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Pheasant In a Poppy Field

The ring-necked pheasant
captured in flight
on a coffee cup
never gets anywhere.

So it is with us.

Continually
the question -- the peaceful
insanity of elevator music.

Which poppy field
are we off to? Will we
shatter wings
or soar like Icarus II, sensing
wind and astonishment;
licking sun-cracked lips
till feathered shadows
paint sidewalks --
moreling the faint pink morning
while the hunter
cups us in gnarled hands
whispering
             we are good.


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I have arrived

I wonder why that one leaf clings 
lone and wind-tattered
to the weathered old oak;
held firm between gnarled fingers
long after the others have given in
to spiral dance in bravery to the ground below
Is there hope, a promise made
between leaf and tree
of something greater yet to come,
or is it reluctance to let go, even fear that inspires such hesitation?
I have been more and less like the second leaf, than the first
(though I would dearly love to know what it waits for)
I lack the patience for hanging around
so I let go 
into the arms of fate
never to know whether I will fall or be caught
until I have arrived


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ALL DON'T CARRY SMELL

                                                All don't carry smell
                                           shape size and colors differ
                                                 flowers beautiful


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cosmic Puzzle

The Cosmic Puzzle

There is a situation in the cosmos,
seeping into things,
all-pervading, life-invading
disillusionment it brings.

Some may call it Truth, some say 
destiny, but facts are scattered
everywhere, as far as the 
inner eye can see.

Now one may think this occurrance 
would be the grandest plan,
the greatest thing to happen
in our vital little time span,

but there's a flaw in the cosmic scheme,
things aren't always what they seem:

These Truths are not connected,
they are spread out and protected by
the fact that they are mixed up
like giant puzzle pieces.

The amazement never ceases.
For who can see the Truth within
the cosmic game when the 
answer and the question are
one and the same?...


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The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Thought Bank

            

                   We jump off the delirious thoughts into measured wisdom
                 Big huge chains of thought and mists of dream boat invention
                                  While out on leave from the present day
                                  The world turns another inch in your favor
             Misty morning metal armor, the dream bent on delivering the goods
                                 Trying to peel the outer layer of a person
                              Trimming the infested material born drumbeat
                           Hey man it's one more time and I'll be on my way
                      Back to the brilliant splash of molten storybook teamwork

                                              Jeffrey Bovee 01/11/2012


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BIRDS AND FLOWERS

BIRDS AND FLOWERS



If you love  birds don’t cage them.
What free creature
Would choose a fetter? Though
The warmth and food are guaranteed,
And risk from storm and hawk, 
An Atlantic gale feels better.


If you love flowers don’t pick them.
What flower would choose  
To have its roots ripped away
For all the  brown sugar and teabags in China?
Flowers and shoots  in a cut-glass  vase  -
In a cut-glass coffin  - are dying.
Pretty dried blooms carefully embalmed  - are dead


If you love life, death has no glory.
What pharaoh would not trade 
His pyramid, myriad years in the building,
For forty seconds worth of fresh air
Blowing over the Nile with the scent of
White lotus on the breeze
And the fluty song of  the golden oriole?




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STORY OF THE GODS

His bride comes like the gallant sun
In the blue-white chariot of the cloud
As the dancing moon awaits her
In the company of the choiring stars
See! Day and night claps in warm embrace
While nature stands in ovation


There in Pharaoh’s portico at the arid savannah
In the city of pyramid’s pride
The bride meets her groom
Wait! Zeus stands in admiration of this awesome beauty
Jupiter caught in ecstasy untold
As Venus and Cupid made passes in loud whisper
Now! The prince of Egypt bonds with civilization
An ancient union posterity would always befriend.

WHAT OTHER TITLE WOULD YOU RATHER GIVE TO IT?


Details | I do not know? | |

SANGFROID BUDDHA

Decades of sweat and toil
Turn a filthy hell-hole
The colossal disasters efface
Even the civilized human race

The bereaved throat sobs
Every eye sheds tears
Yet amid the weird graveyard
The tranquil Buddha sits unmoved!

(In tsunami-smitten Shrilanka 
  this was the scene in
  one of  the graveyards)


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Littlest Amends

To kill, the shrill of a thrill,
To take any life is truly wrong.
Thou shall not hurt even a fly.
They are guardians of the sky.
They begin crawling strong.
Disgustingly devouring meal,
Each organism has a plan.
Serving nature’s scheme,
Designing a destiny,
Between now and infinity
When it becomes extreme,
Bringing about another span,
As always existence ends.
All things must perish.
To bring out renewal,
There must be removal.
Stretching out to cherish,
You will make amends.


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Summer


Full of bloom and color, sun full overhead
Face turned skyward embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, endless joy of which we read
Heedless, careless, forgetful of the cold dark rift

No thought of seasons extending beyond the sun
Prepare not, time has no bearing, no dominion here
No one to tell us of things that must be done
Too late we realize, the shadow season so near

Stephen


Details | Crystalline | |

Twas Four Nights Before

Cosmic stroke of our world’s destiny
Terrific illumination


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


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The Lead Accent

Ways of painters are ones with pen men
Careful drops born meaningful fortes
Those ones I cherish in them
Rhymesters and verse breeds
Awesome as daylight
Their muse their right
They conceive
Hatch in
Words

14/6/2014


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FILLING UP MY SPACES WITH WORDS

Some have this wrong conception of me...
being separated from society,
and it may seem strange or naive
that isolation is what I choose;
and they deride me with malevolence!
Am I someone so maleficient...
that they fear me so obsessingly,
or is there any other reason beyond that? 

I fill up my spaces with words,
that aren't the fragraments 
of someone's else voice...
which comfirms frivolity;
I come right in the open and declare them
with unresisting liberty..
and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame
and stood out from others who condone originality! 

People without wisdom
are prone to make mistakes,
to be so norrow-minded...not to see 
their false image in that illusionary mirrow;
and their views are clouded by perverseness,
but mine are as sparkling and pure
as the clear waters of a wide river,
which empties itself into the untroubled sea!

I fill up my spaces with words so delightful,
that are an alternative to pain;
a-newly-found-cure for loneliness...
to be lifted up by worthiness,
and disregard what's so harmful,
insignificant and vain:
to be seen in the spotlight,
which seldom doesn't seem so bright! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Dances With Wolves

Recreational impact
Flows in all motions
Motives of demonic ways

The pact howls
Intuitive and unsafe
The pact howls
Daring to follow
The pact howls
It's time for the hunt

Motives to celebrate 
Whichever motion it flows
The recreational pact


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Morning Dawn's Conception


Useless desolation only mocks 
implications the early morning dawn's conception.
Formed luscious curves and figures,
watching how quintessential nature lies.

Skies filled with dewdrops of angel tears,
hanging onto their salvation in fear.
Pent up tension borders this descent
pre-exist dawn in hollow borders round.
lingers in the picture it surrounds.

Confessional crescendo echoes in
the silence here I can find identity.
Envelopment calls in senses tense
and invitation that entices.
King of fisherman’s nets full and
 his belly pregnant waiting the
fall and rise of harvest


My asylum a questionable sanctuary,
I watch the morning dawn and
prepare for a long death.


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Free will

So as I watch life turn to ash
Burn down to dust before my eyes
I walk away, into the past
Too torn to give up two more times

The forest is so beautiful
These leaves so vibrant, scarred with fire
Sunset hues of summer's fall
Scorch my soul with true desire

Silence sleeps beneath my step
As I wander 'mongst the trees
Lost to time and circumstance
Gone within the flame of leaves

Here lies beauty. Here lies peace
Inside the silence of the night
Here lie secrets, softly spread
Beneath the murmurings of light

All is ash, as all is dust
As all life fades with dying days
Here I lie, and here I'll sleep
Beneath the stars, my soul's true deep
And as my eyes slip down to stay forever
Voices, 'mongst the leaves
Between the breeze
I hear them say
"It's better
   To burn out than fade away"


Details | Free verse | |

Facing Pointillist

I will take you to this mountain
where you’ll see remains of Pompey


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Friendship and go Figureness

I am fine
'bout your kind
ness and
mindness so chill.

Who taught
birds to sing
or hyenas 
to kill?

Who created
Hitler's head?
Who watches over
you in bed?

Is it me and me and
me...
and me and me?
Or him.


Details | I do not know? | |

Microcosm

Here, in this, the darkest grass
My tears have all but passed away
The day within this night won't last
For more than minutes anyway

The moon is set, a crystal stone
Against the sky like velvet dawn
Crimson, blackened pearls shine bright
Behind an ever-fading light

The night surrounds me
Here, I see
The purity within what fades
From all these empty days

And so burns down all that surrounds me
As I seek eternal flame
True darkness comes to all I see
To everything I name

Is this not how it's meant to be?
Finding shadows of ourselves in every hope we haven't see
Can there be more to this reality
Than what lies deep inside of you and me
The darkness of the seas we hoped to make of memories
That prove to be now nothing more than what we always wished we were
Oh can't you see

How we
              are blind


Details | Haiku | |

Smell the Roses Now

smell the roses now
stop, breathe in before you are
buried beneath them.


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Prohibited(Limerick-Slam)

BLACK TEXAS TEA, NO FISH can SEE
We Want to KNOW what WE DONE to THEE
Charlie Tuna wants to STRIKE
Along with Catfish Mike
Though PROHIBITED by KING Of SEA


Details | Couplet | |

Have to Die

Have To Die



While the world went spinning by

I wondered why the sky stayed dry

Help environment out, we all should try

Even if turning tides may be low or high.



Whole world is in disarray everyday;

Stars shine brightly in a brilliant display;

Heartache has brought on much dismay;

Sun still comes up and will go away.



Will worry when we have a storm warning,

All flowers with beauty are always adorning;

My coffee is ready for me each morning;

Contemptible people still keep scorning.



Skilled writers prepare poems and an anecdote;

Time to our true God we do daily devote;

When you sing poorly, we grab our throat 

And if cold outside, we put on warm coat.



A bright butterfly will go flittering by;

We had to water grass when it was dry;

If food is needed, gracious God will supply,

Yet, eventually one day, still have to die.



James Thomas Horn

Retired Veteran


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
 
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
 
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
 
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
 
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
 
Sometimes it can be a thorn
 
but most times it's a rose
 
This colorful little hobby that I chose
 
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
 
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
 
from all of the slipping and sliding
 
and the running, hiding, and colliding
 
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
 
As I close,
 
Let me just say
 
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
 
is at sunset when all of the grey
 
has been washed away
 
and I reach the top 
 
and get ready to play
 
That's when I take a big breath
 
smile, and deny death
 
and I stop
 
and then I dance
 
on my tip-toes
 
and I spin around as my whole body glows
 
even my clothes
 
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
 
and breathing out the lows
 
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
 
where I am colorfully kissed
 
and feel 5 years old
 
I bang my head
 
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
 
on a giant pot of glittering gold
 
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold


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Remember when

Remember when we prayed for snow
To call off school, stay at home
And woke to see the covered roads
A wish that came within the night
A blanket of inviting white
That calls to every inner child
Who wants to have a snowball fight
And build a snowman with a smile
Of twigs and coal to give him life

Remember when we prayed for spring
That brought the sun with longer days
That warmed the grass beneath our feet
While voices laughed as best friends played
Till clouds rolled by and showers came
Then stepped in puddles in the rain
As life were lived without a care
Too young to know of just how rare
Are memories of time and friends
Remember when,
We thought these days would never end

Kevin D. Fix


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Make Things To Destroy

Make Things To Destroy

I make things only to destroy them
To build them again
It’s better that way

Velocity of life permits such undertakings
To point at others would only cause a point back

In the end
To what?

A blazing sky settles over what was once land

Looking up

Indications are
The swirl of stars
Other unknowns
Out there
In larger part
At their own command

In degrees, objects form
Not just stories

By now
It must be time
To make something work
Perhaps this is the moment
Or something like it
To start again

I make things only to destroy them
To build them up again
And End



Details | Free verse | |

Scammed

We    have been cheated
         of watching     the mist   on the mountains
of the        every day joys
        living by waterfalls       and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her 
        majesty        in daily display
Civilization      has     broken
        a      pristine earth      in play
to live        in the system
        built of tar     and cement
the struggle for its money
        upon things     it is spent
My joy is where lakes
                        and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly       cactus   grows
              and changing seasons     in each room
when the clouds        are  blown
              like feathers           about           in the wind
where our              considerations think
               left to men           it will end
Will you             miss the blue parrot
              neon yellow        chickadee 
gone      the toad           golden
              likely    too soon            will the bee
the dance          of        courtships
              where        flocks       move to mate
as         the corporations          poisons
              their death             is its fate
So  many         dead zones
              now exist           in our seas
left to those     who now        govern
              the worlds     bounties       now seize
If you           expose          them
             you could           disappear
passed            executive           orders 
             now     make       this law       clear
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Whispered Secrets

Whispered secrets, memoirs on a breeze
Rustling gently through the emerald leaves
Eclipsed beyond departures of the moon
Melancholy memories gone too soon

Disjointed dreams, frail and illusive
Disintegrated, fragmented and reclusive
Prevaricating mysteries do erode
Where whispered secrets once so clearly flowed


Details | Didactic | |

The Snowflake

The snowflake, so beautiful and refined
Its divine sparkle, created by “The Master” of mine

Christ is the Master of whom I speak 
He is “The Master” of you and me

He creates the snowflakes in His own way
Just as He creates each of us from day to day

He cuts and snips and fashions His different grand designs
Sometimes we’ll miss it, if we don’t stop to look or take our time

But when we look, we’ll see the beauty that He creates
We will marvel & wonder at the snowflakes He makes

Remember, we are like His snowflakes too
He cuts and snips at us & it often hurts it’s true

Yet it’s so royal and splendid what He’s making out of us
If we will just give Him the scissors & in His brilliance trust

We are meant to be cut, snipped and folded & continually refined
Because once opened up, His glorious creations are all, we will find



Details | Sonnet | |

A Lasting Star

I gaze upon the vast night sky
And I saw a star that caught my eye
I watched the star as it twinkled bright
And wondered about its ancient light

Obeying only the universal laws
Unconcerned by the effect and cause
Destruction and creation are sublime
And exist in the very same moment in time

I wondered if it had ceased to be
And only its past is to be shown to me
From a  million eons long ago
I am blessed tonight by a brilliant glow

But I know if it ever seems to be gone 
It is only evolving and ready to move on


Details | I do not know? | |

The Purpose

the purpose, in essence

defies all reason

devoid of logic

and in the absence of simplicity

beckons the resounding truth

somewhere amongst the shattered remnants 

of what once was

begins the infinite chasm of the unknown

where the lesson one soon learns

 is that some stones are better left unturned


Details | I do not know? | |

dimensions

The first dimension gives you length,
Between 2 points so you have strength,
It sets the base upon a field,
So you can trace and start to build...
The second dimension gives us width,
Which gives an object room to drift,
Or in some cases room to grow,
Thats left or right just so you know...
The third dimension gives us space,
So we can move to any place,
With length and width and depth unbound,
This door will move you all around...
The fourth dimension gives us time,
So we can travel any line,
That actions chose by what we sought,
Are fractions broken into thought...
The fifth dimension are the choices,
Screaming like a thousand voices,
While viewing every possible decision,
On one giant screen with all  provisions...
The rest are more of information,
And everything beyond sensation,
So anything beyond the five,
Is beyond the state we call alive...











Details | Free verse | |

Where I was

I was arriving home one night
The smell of smoke clinging to my shirt
The laughs at the café humming around my ears

The sky above, a homely grey
I looked up at the sky, something I should do more often
But my gaze kept climbing and straining
Picks in hand, over and over, almost draining
Held back by a concrete behemoth
On all three sides of my limited vision
All I saw was wall

My claustrophobic heart scrambled away from these encroaching giants
I forced my eyes against the dread, they whimpered, I felt the same
Up, and up, rolling up, gravity cringed, still I looked
And all I saw was wall
All kinds of painted wall

Red, orange, brown
Grey
Grey skies
Magnetic flesh, my eyes guzzling in the grayness, like starved infants at their mothers breast
My heart slowed, the hum of the café carried away in the breeze
Echo of laughter
Grey skies

Then and there I happened upon a realization
I was as far away from Earth as I could ever be standing there  on that artificial blanket of tar

The funny thing about assumptions you see
Is that they seem so right
The feeling of discovery, some coveted grand mystery
Then that dreadful moment of enlightenment, the proclamation of self doubt
The moment that some unnamed flock of white bird
Charges through my faulty reasoning
Streaking across Grey skies

And just at that very same moment, squinting
Drinking in the white mass of life fleeing my stare
On that dark, humid night
The echo of laughter still in the air, clinging to my shirt, muddled in smoke
Choking my sense of belonging, I knew exactly
Where I was

© Samir Georges
2009


Details | I do not know? | |

closer

Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
to trust
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.


Details | Lyric | |

Perspective

And all is incomplete, and will be left undone
While buildings crumble and things decay,
Kaleidoscopic seasons pass and gardens grow
And a thousand years will bloom and fade.
And all that we hold holy will be forgotten
Blowing over distant hills in dust.


Details | Free verse | |

Lovely Day

The summer breeze teases
my barely survived wintered-skin
and the lush green tickles my feet as
I walk through the morning's watering eyes,
up high, the heat is there, it's hot, but not yet hot enough
to reach the surface of nature's beauty.
It's still.
And though the wind whips my blonde,
protecting my survived skin,
it's beautiful.
And the water twinkles,
rippling like the wrinkles of the elderly,
soft yet calming.
They're reassuring.
And one day I hope to be a part of that twinkling part of nature,
become one with nature's elders,
safe and sound.
And as the branches grow simultaneously,
the concrete remains grey. Unchangeable. Unique.
That concrete, the same one that remains conditioned by heaps of snow,
rain, mud, muck of all sorts,
stays exactly the way it was once made.
So that it can take the million walkers, bikers, cars and buses. 
And it can remain a loyal invention of mankind,
surrounded by the beauty of 
Spring


Details | Free verse | |

Enjoy The War!!

Strive not for strife
But confront conflict on all fronts
When it strides past your ride
Dispense with all disputes
Spare not your fangs
When fear rears its ugly head: 
When it rains; have a free cold bath
If sun shines, dry your clothes
At the reign of darkness
Find the inner light 
That lights your path undimmed
If the flood flows
Swim afloat on lifebuoy
And if fire rages and smoke rises
Expect the afterglow
When horde of odds assail like bandits
Never retreat, nor surrender
Turn around, turn aside, 
Never turn in nor turn back
Enjoy the war.


Details | Haiku | |

Enlightenment



  wooden bridge leads
  pilgrim to enlightenment -
  nirvana 


Details | Sonnet | |

Rainbows

Rainbows are made of droplets of water Refracting and reflecting the sun's light. Anything more depends on the spotter, In how one perceives this natural sight. They arc through the waves of every shoreline, And bend with the mist of a waterfall. Some call them bridges to kingdoms divine, But rainbows are not supernatural. How does one see such a fanciful sight, In colorful crescents crossing the sky? Why so much wonder in refracted light? What is this whimsy effecting the eye? Answers are found in the inspiration. Rainbows are made of imagination.


Details | Free verse | |

Murder of a Betrayed Soul

Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? 
 As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty?
Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn’s first kiss.
Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter?
Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? 
As the season’s tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush?
Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society’s thoughtless whims.
Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. 
Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. 
Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? 
Have you betrayed your soul?

                                                                                                                                Summer Gratias


Details | Rhyme | |

Propitiation

He was cursed outside the camp
and he is Gods flaming Lamp
his tears not have been forgotten
he is the only Son begotten

His thoughts are always prayer
that mankind learn to care
and in his Word we live
when we ourselves forgive

On a donkey did he ride
with the high priests did collide
Son of David appointed King
through whom Gods salvation bring

Voice he lifted in God's praise
to the God of ancient days
his linage is completely filled
with those whom law might have killed

Upon your laws did he meditate
and he for us does mediate
Sacred is the Holy One
that bonds of sin may be undone

The only man born pure of heart
for love of humans did heaven depart
Sacrificed life as Gods Firstborn Son
then born into a human one

Life sacrificed not one but two
to rejoin heaven and earth anew
to circumscribe universal law
for a higher purpose he foresaw

The Law is a teacher for our instruction
but cannot change unlawful destruction
with spirit of Love does Jesus empower
far above precept of law to tower

With perfect Love he chose disgrace
that those who sin might know Love's face
to heal our hearts and know God's mind
by chains of slavery be not defined

Unworthy we are that for us he died
and the effects upon all when Satan lied
purchased from law to give us freedom
and live in Love within his kingdom

sources 1John 2:2, 3:4, 4:10 Gal.3:13
Duet.21:22-23 Pr. 8:22-36 John 1:14-15
Heb.7:19 James 1:25 Col.1:14 3:13

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Whisper of the Flower

The flower extends an open invitation
To share her awesome beauty
And offer thy prayer and devotion
At the feet of the deity.

She blesses you with best wishes
To excel in life in varied role
And greets you with good wishes
When you reach at your goal.

She bestows your love and honour
Upon your dear when you receive
And pays your homage to revere
The heroes when they leave.

Have you ever heard the whisper
Of the well known well-wisher,
When she offers your prayer -
To flower like a fragrant flower,

When she greets and blesses you
Pays your homage and honour –
To offer Him whatever you do
Renouncing the sense of ‘Doer’.


Details | Free verse | |

Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!


Details | Free verse | |

Sunlight

Hints of gold swarms the tips of trees
a treasure chest lingers up high
and bowing in the breeze at your presence
beckoning your eyes to lift from the floor

I touch at the brilliance
and warmth bursts through my veins
wrapping me up in nature's film
protecting, collecting, dissecting thoughts

Only now is the moment
it will soon be gone and the glinting sky
will be poisoned by grey
as swirling winds brush away the sun

This is my nature
lingering thoughts echoed throughout
as day becomes night in my soul
and the beautiful day fades to another

sometimes lost; sometimes found
always at one with the world.


Details | I do not know? | |

Observation

"When a self- centered animal cries it's considered weakness, 
which necessarily isn't a bad thing .However, 
when a  soulful animal cries it's considered strength , which necessarily isn't a good thing. For the latter, Its like the stars in relation to the universe. They  have witnessed the past present and future based on the weight of the ocean and the constant reminder of ones infinite sympathy and empathy"


Details | Free verse | |

Expression

Euphoric vitality
Exhilarates every molecule
Of this fluid life
As it surges and recedes,
Charting a course
Around and through me.

Inexplicable philosophies
Traverse the tunnels
Of my vision,
Bold and mystifying,
An unresolved challenge
In every breath I take.

A universal concert
Surrounds me,
Permeating my atmosphere
With muted tones of energy,
Aspects of blue
Soothing my journey.

Sparkling animation
Invites me to be cherished
By each moment,
To know I am vibrant
And clarified,
A demonstration of Spirit.


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Solitude

Alone In the forest late one night,
Moon shadows grace the glistening snow.
The contrast and shapes are an awesome sight.
What a warm feeling… seeing the soft glow,
Now I understand Solitude Henry David Thoreau.


By: Greg Stanley
Submitted to the:
“FOURS AND FIVES” Contest
Sponsored by:  Brian Strand


Details | Monoku | |

The Home Of The Brave { Monoku }

shaven crest eagles flight captivating

banners strewn flags unfurled proudly



Tribute To Freedom

Also entry for 
Brian Strand's Motto -Monoku Form Contest


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Jesuits Ate My Basketball

The north wind blows cold, and the snows fold over like blankets in the closet.  Spirals
spin in acrimonious dances, prancing madly at unheard music.  The tune is soon gone and,
as the sun rises, it trips, breaking dawn.  Sweeping pieces of the fractured day, this
display of frozen water glistens brightly, and dims nightly.  The wrong song is sung,
again, but rightly.  In the East I wonder what magic holds sway, what words they say to
welcome strangers into their folded blankets.  

Time is chemistry and physics, spanning consciousness, but slips away like fishes. 
Delicious moments linger in memory, gone but not forgotten, the sweetness tastes a little
rotten, I'm afraid.  Tears do not forestall the thunder that always comes behind the
light.  I do not fight to see, or hear, or know, but slowly come to understand that which
is no more.  This floor supports my tired feet, becomes a bed for back and head, and now I
must depart.

I'm dead, I think, but still I write, this word, and this one will not stop.  The cold,
again, is coming now; it burns my bones to ash, until no trace remains.  Will she see my
face in snow drifts, bed sheets, and shoe laces?  I long for lingering embraces but arms
slip through me, ghostly, and listen to my beating heart.

Will this missive find kind eyes to see its meaning, to see its lies, to see its preening
self-adulation?  Will it speak to a soul that listens?  I hope so.


Details | Epic | |

Bite

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


- Adam


Details | Sonnet | |

Black Death Lies

Recalling the days not so far away,
Hearing experts speaking to say,
We had not enough oil today.
There was not five million to sway.
No, no, we had not enough oil here.
We depend on foreign oil so clear.
What do I see plastered in the news.
Millions and millions per day we lose.
What, we did not have is ruining, life.
Millions of dollars spent in strife.
Sea life, peoples lives in peril.
By what we did not have by the barrel,
Now we know; we were lied too, big.
Black Death, we had not, flows from rig.


Details | Blank verse | |

One

If you don’t sow the seeds
Nothing can grow

If you won’t alight the fire
We shall all grow old in the cold

If you dare not raise the sun 
We must live in the blackened night

If the moon then forgets to rise
How do we both see our way in the dark?

If you cannot and will not tend to the land
We shall watch all we have built crumble and die

If the animals are unfed 
There will be no food for us all

If the signs are ignored
We must all perish and then fall

If the plants are not watered
This valley will cease to breath

If you forget to feed the birds
Then no longer can they sing

If the flowers refuse to open 
What will there be to see?

If the bread isn’t made
Then the people will grow weak

If the eggs do not hatch
New life cannot exist

If you toss away the gift heart of truth
A chance may not be found to put it right

If the god’s close their ears
Who will listen to us speak?

If the wheels become trapped
If the Earth pauses on its turn
Will you take your seat in life then?
Sweet sacred one?





Details | ABC | |

The mirror

I looked in the mirror 
Life was drawing on my face 
Happiness and sorrows
Lines engraved 
My own moments
Lost in time 
Deep experiences
Dug in my skin.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
.
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…
..........x

.
who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

.
Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

.
whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.


Details | Free verse | |

Ramification

Annihilation,
Well defined,
Parades past 
Your defenses,
Eliminating resistance,
One by one.

Antagonistic winds,
Undeniable and severe,
Meets your superiority
With an indignation
You’ve never before
Dreamed possible.

The violent aftermath
Left you paralyzed,
Bewildered beyond
Your complicated circumstance
Where subdued awe
Regulates compliance.

Counter-clockwise equations
Developed your nightmares,
And chaos has become 
A tangible thing
As you sweat and fear.
Are you listening yet?


Details | Free verse | |

We are Humans

In the modern world
Humans interact with humans

They are many different types of humans

Colours, religion and gender

But do not forget.

That humans are not the only things that are different

Do not forget the animals

We are also animals, but we have evolved from the simple monkey

Into the human we are now.

This evolution may be good but also is bad

Because of our evolution we have become more aggressive and warlike.

We have caused death and destruction to the world and its inhabitants.

But the good in our evolution is that we have brains to stop our bad habits
We could stop poisoning the air we breath

We can stop killing the animals of the world

We can create cures to battle the viruses that are in the world.

They are only few of humans who wish to use the world to their pleasure

They have no guilt of what they do

They will pay when they see their consequences

But when I ask you, when?


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Moon Madness

Moonlight cascades around the stars.
Mysteriously glistening in darkness,
Sometimes appearing as red as mars,
Never being accused of adverseness,
Her aggressiveness shines, in fullness.


written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name One English Quintain 


Details | Narrative | |

Billy Bo Bob

Billy Bo Bob, woodsman his job
Was a hunter of faded flannel flair
He whittled wood with two left feet
And used Quaker State in his hair
He picked his teeth with a straw of hay
And slept between the bales 
But never missed a sunrise sing
Because his wall was driven by nails
Born in the backwoods, a man’s frontier
Where the only trails were fear
Billy trapped bears as he wrestled gators
And swiped jerky from passing deer  
With his snakeskin boots striking roots
He could outrun the whirl of whistling trees
Until one day he fell from sight
As a rogue breeze knocked him to his knees
Billy shielded his eyes and squinted at the sky
Thinking God had unleashed his wrath
When low and behold, armed with a bow 
Something cute and fuzzy stood in his path 
Now Billy wasn’t dumb, just a special type of conundrum
For he could neither read nor write
But he'd be damned if a furry little fox, no bigger than a box
Would leave him in an unfettered fright
Before Billy could breathe…beg, plea, or somehow flee
That cute and fuzzy fox shot him in the most fleshy of spots
With an arrow forged from the crow of a unemployed cock
Billy shouted in wretched pain, as he came up lame
Wondering how in the hell this could be the end
When speaking for men, quoting his favorite hen
The fox hungrily quipped, “Who needs civilized friends?”


Details | Verse | |

Water

I watched the raindrops 
one by one they fell
they filled an empty hole
till it became a well
 
every word of yours is dew
like this rain I seek
the hole here large and empty
for a cistern of waters keep
 
Within I hold these waters
as a gift for you
the life within a garden
cannot without them do
 
The moisture collects in clouds and wind
their circuits round the earth each day
their routes can now be firmly mapped
its requirements to life portray 
 
The bounties hidden in a desert
you won't ever see in bloom
until the rain its torrents fall
saturates the seeds entombed
 
Your words are livings waters
they must fall upon the seed
they cannot germinate or grow
they require this moistures deed
 
Mankind's become a desert place
where scorpions and snakes do dwell
life here is with the cold blooded
from the rainforest they have fell
 
Comprehensive examples  have been left
in all nature and histories show
a better teacher than science books
if we observe what's here to know
 
The fabric of all of life
holds me like a wadi tell
like an archeologist
who digs the sands and dell
 
These nations want gold and silver
but true riches they despise
in the end pursuits of vanity
will damn those who think they're wise
 
Once again you refreshed my mind
when I thought my well be dry
the waters here clean and clear
not bottled with a lie
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Sensing Inner Peace

Hear songs of the moon,
Observe the ocean’s dance,  
Its graceful waves,
Sway to the tune.

See clouds of the sky,
Watch how they fade away, 
When stars appear,
Whilst they, "Good-Bye.”
 
Smell flowers of spring,
See how the birds give thanks,
They prove their joy,
Just hear them sing.

Touch a sprouting bud,
Feel for its pulse within,
Its branching leaves,
A silent thud.

Taste fruit of the wild, 
Feel how it nurtures you, 
So graciously,
Its tartness mild.

Inner peace is found,
Within the little things,
That nature brings,
Sensed all around.


Details | Free verse | |

The magician

Give me a bo