In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,
A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation,
on her fingertips questions and answers dance to mudras of nimble demolition
as the triumph of truth blazes on the tip of her tongue's flavored amusement,
genetics of ginger helix she licks and sticks to the flesh of nude nirvana
limber in the moment of typeless titillation,
becoming an animal of fearless asana,
a creature of chaos prowling along the heartbeat of karma,
Brahma made her beauty from the diamonds of a billion deceased roses,
the ascetics recognize her as a child of Kali, gorgeous and gruesome in vendetta,
for the Brahmins she is a Mother of immeasurable mystery, a kiss on the eye of history,
worshipers whisper the wealth of her shameless and shapeless clarity, as charity of Parvati,
Heirlooms of sun blood and moon love decorate the tender truth of her body,
a garden of webbing galaxies, catching the notions of novas her mandala,
rain romantic in flying fall, plucking the Ganges sitar her mantra,
the movement of melange madness through perfect passion her sutra,
poetry naked on the nerves of nascent love need is her tantra,
chakras uniting to recreate the uncreated color of consciousness, crown her aura,
as the lotus of love blooms blue, she dances on the fragrance of freedom -
Francis Scott Key:
“O say, does that Star - Spangled Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?”
Yes, Mr. Key, the Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over that magical land expansive oceans away.
True, its residents are as free as after McHenry
And have remained foes of the tyranny’s sway.
The banner is no longer half-concealed and half-exposed
But hoisted on the tallest mountains and upon the moon,
And from the eastern portion of the virgin world
The Star - Spangled Banner can be seen by the sage and the loon.
Ask the enemy of the peace and the lover of concord
And they’ll admit the starry banner still dances in the wind,
The Star-Spangled Flag is still the undisputed king
Among the white-complexioned and the dark-skinned.
The mongers of fear and terror will at least admit
That the stripes and the stars still tower higher
Above disease and the despot’s egocentric desire,
And still stirs the abhorrence of the mischievous liar.
The Star-Spangled Banner, Mr. Francis Key,
Remains true to the welcome of the New Colossus.
The huddled masses continue to breathe free
And the torch is still held at the golden door.
The Star-Spangled Banner yet waves
Above the dark-hued placards of knaves,
The shiny stars light the paths of the unfortunate
And the stripes still choke the voice of hate.
The Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over the maneuvers of those in bloody caves,
And the masters of wizened religious gripes
Still do feel the heat of the gallant stripes.
Oh, Mr. Key, the stars and the stripes do rule the earth
And inspire those that pursue the satisfactions of genuine mirth,
The stripes yet rekindle hope and the stars light the darkest nooks
That hitherto shadowed the shenanigans of megalomaniacal crooks.
Ask no more, dear Mr. Francis Key,
For that land still belongs to the free,
And the stars and the stripes yet wave
Over that tranquil territory of the brave.
Twinklers glint, shining above clouds
with a relay of dots in softest gold,
the sky transforming in a blink
to illuminate a shimmer in the air.
I wonder at your angled radiance
while frozen on the spot... my eyes awaken
and up there, a parade of twirling sparklers
like miniature bulb lights, combust.
The hues change from silver to red
a flicker splattering heaven's canopy,
that lovers gaze to breathe in the dew
of satin webs so delicate and frail.
Make of wish, your vibrant eyes say
my face blushes praying for one dream
that makes me saunter, as in a trance,
drowning in the grandeur of your bliss.
SKAT's ODE Contest
by nette onclaud
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
Risen from the blues of gloom,
The indicator of glorious boom.
Made of sterner stuff and
Seen only by eyes divined.
From the East appeared once,
All focus attracted of the wise ones.
The way rigorous and distant,
Unimaginable for weak stance.
The willing heart of flesh
Unveils the power afresh.
That which must be done,
Needs not be allowed be gone,
All the way followed by men adorned.
Can it be true of one and of others?
That a star once seen and
Followed by men,
Can again be seen and
Followed by other men.
Once it shines and is spotted,
Providence will convey men of honour,
Who, duty-bound, must pay homage.
For every generation there is,
And strive as it does,
Darkness hides him not.
Dark-hearted men merge,
Weapons at heart ready to strike.
But he shines forth with vigour,
Bestriding the globe like a new
The Leading Star!
a shooting star
a fervent wish
a full moon
still I hope
still I dream
love should bring
I feel all
the passion here
a burning fire
when you are near
I know that
my love is true
show me now
that yours is too
Seclusion brings forth such a boring and dismal life.
To be shy, to be coy; no love only blight.
What once was a heart full of happiness and glee.
Turned cold to the touch. Wheres the one to intervene?
Traveling to and forth down a street with no lights.
No map to determine. Maybe left, maybe right
Wheres the warmth and the touch? The joy and the love?
Only sadness and darkness and one lone star above.
One star shining bright in this huge and vast sky.
The blackness more bold in this wicked design.
Go run with the dogs. Let fate take its course.
Never to discover, to only feel remorse.
But there is a light and it never goes out.
For through the years only the strong and devout
Turn this flicker into flame, awaking whats inside.
Opening the hidden door to a World full of life.