Mesmerizing flutters and flourishes
gracefully blow on the wind
drifting, creeping and crawling up and down my back door
I see you hit the pane
slide a little to the left and kiss another
slipping together as your mass melds - swaying as one
As if on dancing on ice
Together you perform
As the crowd thickens
or winds abate
Tired from your escapade together you settle
On the purest white bed
Where tomorrows warmth will warm your juices
Melting you and allowing you to slip away
almost unnoticed you make your exit
My music breathes! Sunshine tossed on lakes!
Ripples raw…sensuous….buds open up to flower
Fast and slow….tender…rhythms rush like water
Quick chimes…rustic tendrils….feel my power
I rush upon your skin …I tease in tumult
Belt laments of “love me ” on sandy shores
Sunrise skies…tangerine pink burst in open air
Passion’s cherry lips gasp out forever-mores
I am wide open space…fly with angel wings!
On a rush of wind…hear me taunt and drive you
I fling you on clouds too white and soft to hold you
Bathed in my brilliance….painted crystal blue
I fade in bleeding sunsets…song that softly dies
Remnants linger…particles behind your eyes
Author's note:Für Elise in A minor for solo piano by Ludwig van Beethoven April 27 1810.
Beethoven scholars are not entirely certain who "Elise" was. Theory is that Beethoven
originally titled his work "Für Therese"....Therese being a woman Beethoven intended to
marry in 1810 and was also one of his students. However, she turned down Beethoven's
proposal..It is said that Elise might have been a nickname for Therese….
This is such a beautiful piece of music and has always been one of my favorites
Written for Sir Brian’s Fan fare contest :)
There, .......in the meadow......
trembles my heart....
wide-open for all the
hunters of love to
....frozen, in place....
trying to avoid the self-
perceived dangers even
a slight flinch
This place was once
a garden of rejuvination
and needed space ....
that healed all wounds,
now......an unsureness fills
the misty air, revealing
scattered pieces of what it
is this heart has been
words, like bullets, shot
forth from the trusted
emotion, called love.....
piercing, burning, betraying
my heart of the comfort
that lured me once before
to this meadow ......
A trophy, for an insecure
hunter with no passion of
his hunt?...not .this heart , it shall
return when the timing
feels right...and the clover
does not taste
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we share together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!! with Suyog Pagare
Now to the world of the amphibians
In search of my dear web foot friend
A native of all lands with countless fans
Croaks in tears and nears his dead end
Now to the fresh water and pond
In search of my web foot friend amidst the fog
To the rescue i come like the legendary bond
to save my web foot friend the frog
My gold dream,
So out competing it's.
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen it's.
I love journalism!
Sounds of rockets in netherworld,
Not about to transfix a journalist,
But only sought-after,
I love journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and my cheese!
I want to fit in the press shoes,
Now I got to write, report and broadcast.
Journalism don't gravity me!
All Rights Reserved
© T.m.T scripts
Nothing is nothing unless you make it nothing/
Out of nothing there’s always something/
Reflecting nothings that made other things become something out of nothings/
Nothing costs nothing long as it’s brought up as something/
In your free moment for nothing/
Your mind starts painting pictures for something/
One picture building another/
Nothing is nothing until something is possessed as something/
Dreams are not nothings/
Out of nothing i made this poem something/
That's a dream/
On the contrary for a sec you believed something i mentioned before this sentence/
This poem is made out of some things/
Symbols, letters that exhale words evolving into something/
Something that grows into language insured and surrounded by sound/
Without WORD this poem is nothing/
Without sound this poem is voltage/
Word is something/
There’s something in word that makes it something/
Loudness off word called voice is something/
Voice is petrol/
Voice is an everlasting gear/
Nothing is nothing unless you make it nothing/
Note: This is a game for all seasons'... The End Game
The Lords' Arch Angel stood
At First Base
As the Angels'
Took the Field
It was just after supper
The crowd's just have had
Their ' LAST ' Meal
Jesus was at Short Stop
Usually He takes' the Field
Where God had gave
Gift's of everything
Fore this was Thy Will be done
As the Angles' sang
They suddenly took the field
Their was total silence
As the Angles' began
Fore at hand was a Prayer
I could really feel
As I Looked at Home PLATE
I thought that it must
Have been a big mistake
Fore all over the park
I clearly saw that
The 'PARK' was Dark
Yet, their was light
All over the PARK
Then I could hear the
Sound of the HARPS'
I knew that it was for
This I could tell from the Glory
And by the Holy LIGHT
The the LORD was with us
With all of His Glory
******TO BE CONTINUED******
Staying awake with stars
I shine with the sun brightly
when bus stops have a recession
The rhythm of the world
plays without repetition....
Falsetto, peaks when I give part
of my nothing away.
Tiner's lows muted when I
surpassed him awhile ago.
Alto meets me at the 750 ml
stamped on refined sand,
to laugh with me when no one
Being well off is a lot like stars,
everyone sees you even after
I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?
Why is a dream...?
So much better than
- Reality -
Because it doe's
The same thing
Only with low...
Through the lonely jagged road
Beneath the shades of thorny trees
By the precipice of the mountain-top
Against the mighty winds and waters
Lead me, and I will go.
Away from the borders of my father land
To the dry, hot desert land
To a hut, a perched house, a tent
Among a people of unpopular culture
Lead me, and I will go.
With a melody in my heart
A Word of Truth for my mouth
Daily bread for me to feed
An Angel to take the lead
Lead me LORD, and I will go.
Written & Authored by:
Ebenezer Olasunkanmi Akinrinade
All my life is
is a story.
And I get to tell it.
What more grace could one be blessed with?
Days when life doesn't suck feel different than days when it does (do do do do-di-do do)... dontcha know?
Giant Mesa’s have gray,
Elephant- footed talus slopes.
That seem to be padding toward
Tumbleweeds play along their toes
And one, bullied by the wind,
Flies like a hawk to land
Where tumbleweeds never see!
This one lands akimbo on the
Never-ending electrical wires,
It’s belly blazing in the sun
Noticing a view from above
Seeing anew the world that it loves!
This tumbleweed waits in wonder
For another blast to set it free
All the while, the others
are keeping watch beneath.
The winds of change blow
and the tumbleweed
risks the jump, files through the air
and lands with a skip and a bump.
Her fellow plantlets give her a wild name
Happily she rolls along showing them a game.
New paths, seen from above
New paths to new places
New paths for races
The game of life goes on
By Lydia Grace Brescia March 29, 2011
From a big 737's porthole looking down
upon rows of endless, barren mountains,
from the clouds to the wadis I descend
unto thy waiting arms among the dunes.
Far in the middle of a vast wasteland
right in Arabia's remote Empty Quarter,
searching for black gold hardy men toil
amid howling winds and scorching sun.
As rugged machines wander wildly free
like tireless armies of booms and steel,
proud towering rigs on lonely oil wells
bore deep into earth's generous bosoms.
In desolation removed from the world,
striking symmetries on shifting sands!
behold the shy beauty of prickly shrubs
on quiet hillsides waiting for discovery.
While hues of softly changing colors rest
on sunlit peaks and hills by the shadow,
footprints I will leave on yielding ground,
faint traces that the wind shall soon erase.
Oh, just to frolic in these steep slopes
flat on my belly on a cardboard ship!
amazed finding that by just being here
takes me back to a childhood long ago.
Shaybah, in coming I did not conquer
for it’s you etching imprints in my brain,
marveling why beauty and riches often
lay hidden in isolation, it seems.
Shaybah is a newly discovered oil field
deep in Arabia's Empty Quarter, one of
the most desolate places on earth.
I was walking by the loud green bushes
Their rough knees covered with the ash of webs
The whisper through angry short snip-its
As the outer edges of my skin brush past
I can hear them say
She must talk to the dead trees!
She must and she will
Their bustle gets louder in my head
Now I am dizzy stepping on the rude rocks
They are harsh and stubborn
Blocking my path forward
Keep her from the dead trees!
No! let her go she's no good
Not here she must cross
Cross the land of living through
Right on through Dead
Your nothing but stone
Enough stone can stump your growth
Here is Anastacia
In between the argument of the Garden Maze
The Pebbles that skipped on song
Draws near to Anastacia
They all pile up on one another
To take her hand
While the rest of the Garden
Stood in a disarray
Anastacia couldn't believe
How fast Pebbles was carrying her
The Maze is now a lonely blur
So is the raucous of the chatter
So far gone, But where to
Is this the way to the Dead Trees
Yes! Pebbles replied gleefully
How could they have known
What her thoughts said
Magical they stood
Trillions of diamonds
All clumped heavily together
So much it was dangerous
Of what rarity and precious
The black blue swirl grew
The sounds changed
The sound of the swirl was silenced
Closer to the Dead......
Of the Heart
When Fishing in the
Sea of Love
One simply must
Choose to use
The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he flash his pearly white fangs
and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp?
He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak,
stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting.
The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks
and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides.
Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images.
Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows.
He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather
towering higher than treetops in their eyes
beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter.
The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places,
yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess
in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest.
Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald
with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path
in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends.
Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land
and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages
as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs,
though her strength is not immediately evident.
Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale,
orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light.
The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees
calling the shy creatures from their hiding places.
She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state.
Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail
then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes.
They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams
of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears,
rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress.
She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear.
Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done.
The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate.
He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs
and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi)
*the wolf is personified
Do you find your-self?
With-OUT a Ladder
And just don't know
What to do
Try the Law
Fore only good things'
Will come back to you
Plant yourself a Seed
And then you shall have
Just give it a little time
Soon you will be able
For the very first time...
Rondelet: Tau Ceti* Soul
Tau Ceti Soul
Four times Earth round our backyard sun
Tau Ceti Soul
Hope your Gods make one whole Goal
Here we say One and let blood run
Don't dare come here to overrun
Tau Ceti Soul
* "Astonomers have detected five possible alien planets
circling the star Tau Ceti, which is less than 12-light years
from Earth - a mere stone's throw in the cosmic scheme of
things." Mike Wall
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
It’s a great day,
When I can say,
I am the best me,
And you will see.
I will come to you in a dream,
I will be a shout with a scream.
I will be an unmistaken seed.
Balancing every want or need!
I am on a mission you see,
To be the very best of me,
There will be nothing to say.
The Moon will set my day.
I am the need,
The deep seed,
You will hear my scream,
Planting myself in a dream!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
GREETINGS TO THE LODESTAR
Vain of metal ore that smiled
It is by you am steered
Guiding my principle in direction
You shine like magnetized
I lithe toward you as
We lissome to our destination
With your eye in dimension
I shall not be sorry when it’s over
Cos it ways is determination
Thou Icy wing “lay us pass”
To see they treasure
Remove thy odds from our
My sinus seep to sea, cos of
Sinking to shore
Sire your strength steered
My fate to shore
Wh’n I hold your face, I am
Cos, hope, fate, destiny is
My accelerando is powered
Thou the tides are high
The treasure must be found
When you bid me, I will
Cos life journey is unstandadize
REASON OF WRITING
This poem is written in the night in
my little room when watching The
stars, Lodestar is a bigger, it shines
very well and in those. Days when
voyage in the see was not of to day
every body looked of for lodestar
that gives direction to sailors. It is a
poem about our cause of journey in
life some of the time when we
succeed we give our thanks to our
guidance angel or lucky star it is this
star, angel an greeting begging to
guide our life affair in this world.
Life problem are so many that we
some time need this angel and lucky
star. So it is easier when traveling
with a guide, this makes it (life) not
1. They is a force that direct our
affairs in this world existence.
2. We should always pray for our
affairs to before in good hands to
enables us achieve our aim.
3. This world is difficult to go
through, it like our sailing in the sea
4. The sea of life needs a eye that
will guide us in this affairs.
5. We should always thank, greet
our lucky star or angel.
PLACE OF WRITING
Ameka, Ezza South L.G.A Ebonyi
State Nigeria where am doing my
My heart still love him, my oppressor. Is it because of self-preservation why I love
him? Or Is it because I truly love him? I believe the latter is so, because I do not love
him of my own accord - God made me love him... the unlovable. But he does not love
me, even though, he ran after me. Why all that effort? I do not know. All I know he
is no longer chasing me; therefore, he stop loving me. Hence, my heart is broken.
Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had
an urge one day to venture outside my captor. The sun still shined, the breeze still
blew, the birds still flew, people still mingled, and I was life's spectator. Suddenly,
then came you, you entered my life like the sunlight that interrupts the dark, like the
music that fills the silence, like the supernova that brightens the sky. Our hearts
spoke an inaudible language that only two lonely souls know; thus, faith has
become our liberator. Now, we are inseparable. As we frequently strolled through
the ravine, the sunlight paraded her beauty laminating our path, birds gracefully
glided through the air as if they were been choreograph, the summer breeze burst
with fragrance caressing our souls, and consequently we became a part of the
cosmos. like a well-deserved gift that is torn from one's arms, so is my heart, faith
has torn us apart. Instead now, we are kindred spirits separated by distance, so, I
retreat to the familiar to witness life's splendor. The sun shines, the breeze blows,
the birds fly,and people mingle.
Hot, hot, hot, am I
like the castanet’s of a flamingo dancer!
basted, laced, wrapping me
how dare you!
I will singe you raw.
Curl the hairs in your nose.
roll back the edges of your life.
Let me go and gentle be
the rosy light of candle
let me go and cheery cheeks I’ll make
on children from Nod.
Hot, hot, hot, am I
the truck that gave me my name
it’s betraying hose defies my flame
Peel back the paper sheath
of my dismay!
Scrawl!!! scribble!!! melt and dribble me
Fire Engine red am I and freed I will be!
Bull baiter red, bloodshot red
Fire Engine red colors the bloody
and blushing world.
Get your cray on!
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
In Times OF Uncertainty
We live for self amidst the greed
In timeless thought provoked take heed
Swift viable remorse on record
In times of uncertainty
Don't trust something you don't understand
Through a heavy edge proned in trust
With a temperment in a midas touch
From a word spoken in the dark
Has now come to the fullest of light
In given moments of happiness to endless fright
Forget the night!
With no given since of remorse nor shoulder to cry;
Among the evil creatures at night will fly
The times of uncertainty suddenly go by
Although we at times wander as in a nomadic tribe
Yet we will persist through the pain to thank God I'm alive!
Since all the fools sail away
It pays to take pride in homage gain
To humbly bow the knee to pray
Then with these promises we chose to fade away
From the things we shared in promises
The times of uncertainty away in dire need
While the world outside having viscous fangs that bleed
Dripping blood off side to hide;
We really have no reason to run away & hide
The times of uncertainty & want
Marked on a blotted page intact
When the whole world outside is in a rage!
Giving each other a heart attack!
Cloud had cried all day that day
Once she heard Breeze blow by
Without knocking Breeze blew in
While her whispers ...lingered in the sky
Boisterous Cedar had carelessly bellowed
Saying how ugly was her cloud friend
Cedar’s hate was mindlessly spoken
Thoughtlessly repeated again by the wind
Breeze had saddened Cloud that day
Unaware that cloud had heard
We must all learn to keep silent
Verses saying anything so absurd
Father Fir Tree was so delighted
Standing tall shading the ground
Listening intently to Babbling Brook
To things she had discovered and found
Breeze’s stories always pass by
There is more to life than it seems
Karma always chooses her time
Hence....Don't repeat hateful things!
rIse and be sssh y
lIl dandy lying
ohh ver mts
and into molehills
l e a p
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Through the hills he walks
With fear of touching the sky
Never wanting to fly again
Escaping his way to die
He runs faster than the wind
And ducks throughout the mountains
For to the canyon he does sound
Spilling like a fountain
The heat beats down
On the illustrious cloud
But for no scream
His pain is loud
He, now half gone
Tackles the ocean
He knows he has won
Fading he will shun
But alas it is time
To go back to sea’s wet
Now a rainbow he shines
And gone into a sunset
The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise.
I am aimlessly there.
Ah yes! Yes indeed,
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere,
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime,
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes!
You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine,
I am so very, very much there.
I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!
Traveling through the galaxies of many and more,
I come up under a Star I have never seen before.
It had light brighter than anything I’ve ever seen.
It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen.
It could talk it could dance and it could even sing.
It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king.
It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me.
It made me the link for the whole world to see.
I was to link each kingdom according to orders.
Each one had four corners and then four borders.
So I went around the galaxies linking what I could.
Many had burned out Stars that just never would.
I saw where there were no towns or cities at all.
I seen all of the planets made great and small.
There was a missing link to the universe I saw.
I found myself linking it all up standing in awe.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Just look at me,
I am so old,
my paint if peeling,
from being so cold.
If I could talk,
you would know my pain,
and know I am royalty,
with a very special name.
Once I lived,
in a castle on a hill,
until those thieves,
came to steal.
You guessed it right,
they grabbed me up,
and out the door,
along with other stuff.
Then I was sold,
to a circus in town,
and rocked, and rocked,
all the famous clowns.
A nice lady saw me,
and offered some cash,
bought me new clothes,
with a bright red sash.
When she passed,
I was sold again,
then across the ocean,
to a brand new land.
Now here I sit,
in my brand new home,
again, the center of attention,
it has been so long.
Before reading this one read part one, the story will make more sense.
I felt safe amongst the colorful pages of the comic books wrapped around me. I could hear the little boy say bye to his grampa Cliff, his Grandpa said goodbye Ricky. There was a wonderful bouncing feeling as Ricky skipped out the door to his father's waiting car. As we started driving away Ricky pulled me out of the bag and I could see his mom, dad, sister and brother. As we drove along I learned the other boy was Roy and the little girl was Teresa. His parents simply were mom and dad.
I quite enjoyed the ride, Ricky's dadio had a need for speed and it was exciting passing the slower cars. In this world it seemed all of the other cars were slower. The first town we came to was Larder lake, if blinking had been possible I would have missed it. As Ricky looked through me I marveled at both the color of his eyes and the rugged landscape. Pine trees, poplar trees and beautiful lakes. I loved how the road was carved through sections of rock. The next small town I noticed was King Kirkland, it seemed rather little to be a King. It wasn't very long and we entered our destination which was Kirkland Lake.
Kirkland Lake was much bigger than where we had come from. I enjoyed watching the people as we traveled down Government Road West. I remember driving past restaurants and stores, Dadio slowed down to point out a diner called the Coffee Cup. He told us he had a Barber Shop at the back of the Diner, I was more interested in the theatre across the street. The theatre was called the Strand and I liked the flashing lights on the billboard. Just then Ricky placed me back in the paper bag with his comics so I slept for a while.
Orange Crush III to follow.
When it rains, it shines in these radiant beaming eyes of mine.
When it's cold, it's warm in these promised lands I've come afar to farm.
When you're there, I'm right here and there's nothing for us to fear.
Nights become darker and day’s grow lighter, each becomes more vividly bright.
I love, I hate, but my life has brought us yesterday, today and once again tomorrow.
My world is huge, and so are you perfectly attuned standing straight in front of the line.
I loved you, I hated you and still I brought you neither malice nor any bodily harm.
It is the echoes of uncelebrated storms in your heart I can soundly hear.
Over here and even over there! I‘m still mistaken by shined or shaded Earthly lights!
It is your love for your life of just being that I've tempered and borrowed.
Wallah! It's "A Poet's Day" and you shall be my insatiable ennobled prey.
I am always right by your side to accommodate your pleasurable stay.
Forbidden and pardoned from up above, goodness planted my glory on Saint's Day".
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" and She comes with rain or He comes with shine.
Promised from up above, you are with me from all formations of time!
I roll and I sway reckoning these implanted seeds are here for a very long stay.
I loved you and I hated you, but I'm here by very afar and by many of few.
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" cultivates golden glaring growing seeds of light to sow.
You shall know me and we shall produce a world none can ever show.
I'm yours and you're mine, yesterday, today, and then tomorrow we will shine as two.
TA DA! Your beloved reigns above all your painful empty sorrows buried alive inside of you!
I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be,
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers.
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.
My Yellow Butterfly;
Pinched in the corner of my eye,
Ah, ‘tis just my yellow butterfly!
A swarm of bees came chomping down on its tail,
And whipping up winds it stirs up new jets to sail!
Staying gallantly afloat it drifts wayward up into a puffed up cloud awaiting it in the air.
A red cardinal bird it did undoubtedly meet perched high on top a big pesky grizzly bear.
It just flies fancy free through the needles and straws of prickly Pine Trees.
And it starts circling around until it is across the rolling roaring High Seas!
My yellow butterfly just zip zaps itself right on by.
It is either flying too low or it is flying up on high!
On top of the clouds, I did get to watch its magnificent tail set sail.
Triumphantly, it stays afloat between a big shark and mighty whale!
A horde of yellow butterflies suddenly dumped down on me with voices that blare.
The journal of flying from here to there will get everyone everywhere except in err!
Yellow butterflies were coming from everywhere just so joyous for my eyes to see,
And I was caught up on a cloud when my yellow butterfly ushered in its array of me.
My Yellow Butterfly!
Hearts of gold fused by two making me the only one,
Aries, “I am” is you to all of us who have only just begun.
Crystal clear the visions I seek, you are the one that is complete!
You are a diamond in the sky; I look and wonder why you’re at my feet
I wish, I wish for your beautiful brilliant shooting stars.
I pray, I pray for our dragging existing time you balance so very far.
If I had one then I’d have two and the more I’d give for you to share.
If I were, then I’d be again where you float through the sky on a dare.
In the midnight skies I see the diamond souls lined all in your corner.
But the “Archer” I am and the “Bulls-eye” I target from your former.
Flash by flash I see your lights and one by one they glare by my own given fate.
Inside and looking out, I see your brilliance aiming extremely high with my “God-given” bow.
The stars aligned like chicken pox spread from here to there and one of them my mate.
Outside and looking in, I see your intelligence and draw my arrow with a big lump in my throat.
If I could, then I would dash from here to there shining the Diamond Souls by my very own.
But the “Archer” I see what I know I am aiming for up on high and you my Aries,
You just tempted your own fate with your diamonds on my “Royal Throne“.
®Registered: 2001 Ann Rich
I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
You smiled at me just the other day.
And what did I do? I just walked away.
Carrying myself over to the other way!
So now I miss you and literally I’ve died!
I weep until I release what I have sighed!
Now there is no place for me to run or hide.
And all of that was just another priceless penny!
And believe me I have collected stacks of many!
I saw you when we were at or in the end.
And that’s when I knew where I had been.
I connected you to me from way back when.
Loving you invigorates my soul to up and live.
I’m more than enough and have plenty to give.
There is no-thing left for me to accept or forgive.
It is another adorned and decorated priceless penny!
I suppose I stand attesting time! So, did you get any?
That I might be a drop of the sweetest rain
To fall upon your face
Trace the lines of your lips
And rest inside your mouth
That I might be consumed
And evenly dispersed
Among your being
To give life to
To be united with
I‘ve an Angel of Mercy watching over me,
His eyes are watching me from sea to sea.
Staggeringly, I did stand there and I waited for only one who really knew.
Balanced by shining Stars, the universe earned my golden wings of two.
I fly high above from worlds torn apart by a magnificent set of three.
Cast down to Earth the galaxies spread far and apart just to be free.
We watch and we sit as we wonder when will all of this be?
Angels of Mercy balance the scales of lighter years that shall come to be.
I rise above Seas and Skies that can not set a boundary high enough for me. .
Scattered by harvested seeds delusions are sent plentifully my way,
Up and down I am this way this day and I shall make my own way.
You feel, you see, but you can not believe that it is me, the pure and true one.
Angels of Mercy hear my plea, for I believe and soon I will be forever done!
Flying here and flying over there,
Only you know how much I truly care.
Angels of Mercy be on your merry way!
Me and mine will peacefully war with every single one of you,
Eternally conquering exactly what I as one have set out to do!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2004
The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.
Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.
Articulate in balancing those massive scales,
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.
Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.
The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!
My life is mother nature,
when i cry everyone cries,
when im scared everyones scared,
when i feel mad i produce a storm.
when i feel hurt everything is torn.
when i have tears, everyone has fears.
When i have hate,
i try to hold back.
A tornado in the sky comming to collect.
collect all the dirt and garbage,
and pain the world has.
As a mother of nature,
i stand on my throne.
Looking through everyone i have known.
Now all my tears are dry and its a beautiful sky.
All the pain i hide, it will all say goodbye.
Where am I, so dark, cold, and damp with eerie sound?
I had a place so warm and cozy with others so bright.
All I remember now is the turning, rolling, around.
Wait there is a mirror, I can see with morning light.
Battered and worn my shoulders, what a crime.
Split is the center of my chest area I can see, no way.
I know this place though different at this time.
The basement that I sit right before Christmas day,
Just before I saw my proud owner as she wept.
We were always so close, cleaning me each week.
I felt her touch and feel my arms before she slept.
Covered in a blanket we were so warm and weak.
I can remember the laughter from comedies we saw.
I can remember the tears as we viewed heartache.
I felt both while a romantic comedy had its fall
I do recall the language, after they dropped a shake.
The lavish washing and drying that followed too.
Many a number of lazy days in comfort and bliss,
Now what is my destiny, what will my owners do.
All at once, I was lifted, and then taken; I know I will miss.
I was cared about for quite a spell, what is next.
Now flowing in the wind, upon four-wheel drive,
Suddenly stopping, new eyes to see, I am perplexed.
Picked up high, placed in a new room; I will still survive.
Many children in this place to keep me company here.
My new owners look like they will keep me in cheer.
Silver hair illuminating
Upon the star-filled night
I whisper your name
On cold night
Coffee brings warm to me.
The place where I walk
And journey day to day
Is where shadows lurk
And death is but a step.
Fear rushes all around
To paralyze my movement,
But a monument I will not be.
Ravens send me bread.
Brooks are my drink,
And my soul is restored.
I have comfort in the night.
Though sometimes lonely,
I am not forlorn.
I will not be afraid.
Green grass is my bed
Until morning dew wakes me.
His mercies will help me
Reach the foot of the mountain.
Fire of ancient times march of fascist crimes i see what unfolds in front
of me do you believe can you walk beside me magical garden never denied
me. Will you join the willing can you survive just this one time in the realm
of mind to some is certainly blind.
Oceans divide drink the wine excelsior divine magnificent lyricist
untold martyr the Mecca of medieval understand one man's evil.
Take this trip with me breath let the unease set sail the breeze
together we can travel this magical mind trip, mercenaries we
explore to grant the world our stories just wait till you see what's
in store i promise you no more worries.
Yesterday I lived in a different world.
A world filled with anger, selfishness, and a need for belonging.
Today I'm here, in a place unknown to most.
A place with warmth, comfort, where I am to belong.
My switch is either on or off.
From world to world I willing allow it to happen.
With faith in myself to know Im where I am for a reason.
A reason at times unknown to me, but in time I see.