~Moon & Sea~
Hey boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore
Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and whys?
The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.
Finish playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea
Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high
I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue
Hey boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.
Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.
My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.
At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
Our mind sees sky as golden glow
with dawn's new day on earth below.
Our mind thinks sky as azure blue
with cotton clouds in daytime view.
Our mind sees sunset's orange tint
with brilliant visions that imprint.
But sometimes nature's artistry
will paint her sky with majesty...
to think outside the box instead...
and blossom in...purple and red.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: Last Line Prompt - 2
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Rules: 10 lines max, must rhyme, last line must be:
"and blossom in purple and red."
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
A soul of a dancer, a life in wheelchair
Fins of imagination kill my despair...
for Brian's "A Couple of Lines"
Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
There’s no comparison to Nature’s Art;
It’s seen with the eyes and felt with the heart;
I see it in the trees and the ground that I walk,
In the prance of the deer and flight of the hawk;
The unearthly quiet before a thunderstorm hits,
The sulfur and electricity that a storm emits;
The mighty mountains standing tall with pride,
An artwork that can be seen far and wide;
A blank canvas that nature made all it’s own,
From the air that I breathe to a moss covered stone.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
When words can't be seen and smiles aren't felt,
we fall onto paper and drip and melt...
We spread colors of blue and grey to highlight
an early morning sigh, and splash and orange tint
on a late afternoon high...
Late at night I will paint my sky a dark black, and
with just my fingertips sprinkle stars that stay intact...
When words finally return and a Poem is read, the background
is my painting of colors from a dreamer not dead....
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
Music, art of sound, pitch, rhythm
Meditation, art of disciplining mind, body in tandem
Music harmonises senses, eases tensed up muscles
Meditation calms mind freeing it from weed of entangles
Music, the way is from ears to senses through mind
Meditation, the way is from body to no-body, from mind to no-mind
Music is instrumental in mind and body harmonising
Meditation is dropping mind and body for soul searching
By Hitendra Mehta
For Members Contest - Music & Meditation by Dr Ram Mehta
Copyright © Hitendra Mehta | Year Posted 2011
La Gioconda or Mona Lisa is the name I’m called
When our eyes meet I know you’ll be enthralled
I sit here so serenely in my gorgeous gilded frame
People flock to see me, they love to say my name
Mona Lisa, people coo as they look at my lovely smile
I gaze back intently, my sweet smile it does beguile
My Parisian home’s been the Louvre for many years
One glimpse of my face can move my visitors to tears
I used to worry that I’d get bored hanging high upon the wall
But with a constant stream of admirers I don’t get bored at all
Painting Chosen - The Mona Lisa By Leonardo Da Vinci
Contest: Within a Gilded Frame Sponsored by Broken Wings
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Man is an excellent work of God---
His visual poetry or art, out of mud.
Being one of God’s many creations;
Man must not forget his obligations.
Thou, man know God’s everywhere;
And yet, he does not bother to care.
Either man lives by God’s command,
Or, he will not live in a promise land.
Man must take this into consideration,
If indeed his heart craves for salvation.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
"The Law of Faith"
by: Eric L. Boddie
I would like to inform those who just don't know the half
Man can corrupt anything except for Truth and math
But when it won't add up, they start to multiply their lies
So in order to have something real, division must arise
And just think of the remainder, a mere fraction of self
Always needing common factors to feel complete breath
Some will use substitution, others will choose elimination
To solve the system of Life's complex equations
It just depends on the situation, how was the problem derived
If it can't be integrated, it must have come from inside
That is called false pride, that's its natural base
And to calculate E, you need infinite space
And you only have one face, you can only subtract one Life
That proof was in the Induction Of Jesus Christ
The Identity Of Sacrifice As Given By The Word
The Co-Sign Was By The Father, The Son, And The Holy Spirit, How Superb
Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2016
Beguiling placidity of luring hiss
Upon the oblivion of a venomous kiss
Like the grasping toxin of a viper’s sting
Amidst a violet lullaby the night-sky would sing,
Sable sky, O reflection of debility
Clutching the soul into peaceful futility
With your visage so pallid, and O so white
Shining above clouds ashen as the night,
Brewing darkness, dwelling with might
Tearing the sun as your opaqueness ignites
Approaching you emerge with eternal power
All orbs fade as dreams devour…
Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2007
SCENERY TO PAINT
Every day we reviewed them in parade attitude
Along the Snake River in the Tetons’ solitude,
Or at attention on the banks of the Volga
In the infinite taiga -
In neat ranks along river terraces
Warm dark firs mixed with yellow acer,
All with the wind slowly leaning,
Their branches across the river-ice signalling
To great endless squadrons of their fellows :
In spring with their full flowers - yellows :
An army in a gold and topaz uniform
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform ;
And in fall with their rich golden foliage
Always polished and ready for duty with courage.
In poor soil, in tough climate, these were heroes
Prepared for all their tomorrows.
Each morning we watched “Reveille” parade
In the dawn’s early light; and the evening shade
Gave “taps” for that heroic multitude -
The taiga’s topaz army, in golden solitude.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest ...Paint the world...
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
I sat on the couch
with a cup of tea in my hand,
with the hot touch
I was glad to see,
The sky in different shades of brown
with the gleaming sun
on the tree sat like a crown
for having some fun.
The village was covered with sand and rocks
but the hills stood fairly proud,
though the landscape looked beautiful
the mesmerising was the cloud
with its hands broadened fairly....
The birds flew in every which way
flapping its wings orderly,
fled towards the farthest bay.....
The folks striking hard
for their survival
in this sarcastic world,
where we ourselves are the rival
The glittering queen laughs,
as these folks struggle under her ,
she showing no mercy,
rules the day in her high throne......
A PAINTING BY AN UNKNOWN ARTIST DONE IN 2012.
Copyright © Aishwarya vr | Year Posted 2016
Physics of the moon
I feel the lunar ecstasy in your heart
Connecting our vibes from over 1500 miles apart
With every swing of my mood ring, my sensational heart will sing
An out of this world phenomenon tune, "you are my everything!"
Absorbing every phase the moon goes threw
Sending energy between me and you
When our eyes meet on the darkest side of the moon
Your body mass rotates like a cyclone hitting my land like a typhoon
Like the gravity that bonds the earth and moon together
Our souls will collide with a massive force of forever
The image of you appears at all times like a moon cycle
Like a cascade running all around my mind, like a halo circle
Our love and vision orbits through every star
Giving us light no matter how near or far
The stars throb around the moon like a secret signal in the night
While you inhale my energy that exceeds into the morning light
Like a rainbow that enters and vanishes into the twilight of our sky
Our first kiss under the moon beam will twist our tongues into a tie
A sweet magnetic shadow will remain under the half moon
Sweeping our love above the clouds to float like a balloon
Holding a reflection with the moon's tide
Our journey continued, side by side
Emerging our love to find its way soon
Like a love mirage with the physics of the moon
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
A canvas washed with pastel hues
In palest pinks and liquid blues
Perfection seen through Monet’s eyes
Recounting where his genius lies
The lilies floating on the lake
The water, greenish blue opaque
A fluid mix of subtle tints
A flowing dream with fragile glints
This work of art from sable brush
Perception, depth, a hazy blush
This masterpiece both cool and warm
All bound up in poetic form
To gaze in awe, to stand and stare
To find oneself transported there
The tranquil view, unbroken, whole
Will heal the heart, rebuild the soul
The peace, the calm, the beauty rare
The artist’s gift for all to share
Margaret Foster- 21st September 2011
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2011
Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:
A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)
Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,
Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,
Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8, and 2/2,
Measure, scale, and arpeggio,
Chord, seventh, and legato,
Major, minor, and decrescendo,
Crescendo, seventh, and ritardando,
Staff, spaces, lines, and strings,
Sixteenth, in-tune, and fingering,
Woodwind, brass, position, and trill,
Treble, bass, mellow, and shrill,
Percussion, composer, style, and key,
Quickly, lively, somber, and freely,
Triplet, tone, tied, and up-beat,
Pick-up, slur, eight, and down-beat.
You may hear music here and there,
But I hear music everywhere.
Copyright © Tiffiny Hagan | Year Posted 2015
I was read to as a child,every night at bed
Fairy tales, short stories, prose, or poems is what was read
Beatrix Potter, Mother Goose, Childcraft books were chose
But my favorite things to listen to were poetry and prose
I learned these things all by heart knew,when to turn the page
Mom thought I could read quite young ,was advanced for my age
But I was a fooler to those around ,cause I would memorize
Each page that was read to me, my reading was just lies.
I was fortunate to have a Mom that was well versed in liberal arts
I was read all sorts of things and would recite different parts
I listened to many poems from Percy,Keats,Frost and Thoreau.
Wordsworth,Longfellow, Lord Byron sometimes we wouldn't know.
When a child is read to when very young they get well versed in rhyme.
Then writing them as they age is something that fills their time.
Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
Black and white, white and black;
Is one something, the other it’s lack?
They go well together each piano key,
On the written page, and old photography.
White and black, black and white;
Doesn’t always look quite right.
Depending on your contrast setting,
Shades of gray might be all you’re getting.
White and black, black and white;
The presence or absence of light?
Manipulated by shutter speed and lens,
Or repetitive thatching with black pens.
White and black, black and white;
The artist must decide what is right.
On the page, what’s most reflective
Depends entirely on the viewer's perspective.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015
Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon
All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?
for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2013
Son of a California Englishman
And a small-town Utah Mormon.
In his youth, nothing extraordinary;
Later served in Europe as a missionary.
Pianist, marching flutist, then a Guitarist;
Enlisted to be an Army Intelligence Analyst.
Speaks French; spoke Spanish, Russian,
Serbian, Croatian, some German and Macedonian.
Has resided mostly in California.
Spent months or years in Makedonija,
La France, le Belgique, Deutchesland,
Kuwait, Iraq; in the USA: Maryland,
Utah, Massachusettes, Kansas,
Arizona, Missouri, and Texas.
Of course, he’s known here as poetic,
But with charcoal, pens, and pastels is artistic.
He’s starting to slow down due to age,
But loves to sing original songs on stage.
During the French Bicentennial, went to Paris,
Where he met his future Mrs.
Has sons Steven and Tony, wife Nelly.
They’ll soon celebrate their silver anniversary.
Like many other military veterans,
He works with Dept. of Defense civilians….
Commuting between Salinas and Monterey
(Defense Language Institute, Presidio of Monterey).
He loves to read (especially military science fiction),
Go to cinemas, and grow food in his garden.
He’s interested in music production software,
And dreams is songs will someday go somewhere.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015
There is a lot to be said about the spoken word,
But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2012
Today’s Good Deed
In your open hand
I placed a red rose petal upon it
You looked up at me in puzzlement
Curiosity won over fear
I replied “ the rose petal fell from the sky”
As I tried to capture and hold, it fluttered to your hand
I am sorry, was not I… simply the wind
You smiled retrieving your hand back to the pen
umm, ummm , excuse me miss
Sorry to disturb encore
You looked up, maybe even wishing me gone
I looked down, how does one fix that frown?
These by the way are for you, please, absorb the fragrance
Twelve lovely red roses
Oh but now your face is the absolute same color
Your frown is a smile
Alas beauty has fallen onto beauty
The mist of yesterdays tear, evaporates
but but but stranger man, why me?
The rose petal was a sign for us both you see
You so wished to know there is kindness in this world
I so wished to make anyone at all smile, even but for a moment
So you see, we both have achieved a goal today
I bid you good day, wishing thee well with flowery bouquet
Off I went, across the street, lurking in the shadows
Following close behind, almost empty street
Behind, a wire quickly wrapped around the neck
I slit the throat, blood spurting to the skies
Shock and wonder, why why why?
Death though came fast, I walked away
The roses made her smile only for a moment
Ah but her stalkers death by my hands.............
Shall wipe the sadness and frown
Her fears you see, I just drowned
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
Looking for time on roads causes wonder
Where will they lead, here, there or under
Possibly an object to hold in the hand
But seeming more nebulous flowing like sand
It's threads are woven to sunlight and gold
With power that moves stars in heavens untold
It is unseen with strength so great
Worlds it does crumble, worlds it does make
What is its virtue, from where has it come
Where will it go in a moment or none
Has as it's prisoners those small and great
Nothing escapes it, all must on it wait
It can't be captured and placed in a jar
Is it here, or there, can it be far
It spools unseen for all to have wonder
Without its dominion be all cast asunder
Traveling back is forever disavowed
Forward the only law that's allowed
Heavens are clockwork run by its measure
When it has ended all is lost, gone forever
Darkness would cover worlds such as this
Creation would perforce cease to exist
Such is called time but none see or hear it
It brings the workings of all who know it
If the unwary would seek where it goes
Find them it's fabric solely in black holes
This is the nature of that force called time
A word well known but not yet defined
Tomorrow never comes
It is always tomorrow
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014
THE UN-BEETABLE BUG
Simplicity, elasticity, beauty in the thirties,
not like some sedans, ugly and beastly
This popular car and it's history from the past,
from it's World War two template, it sure did last
How many know why it's being came to be,
a car for the German people, to what you've seen
The Sixties starts the decade of the Summer of love,
unique form of the bug fits these times like a glove
Born in Germany in yellow, black, blue or white,
but see I desire the color red so alluringly bright
Won't you agree, it looks sexy, pretty and nice?
This models size and style sparkles to burst some spice
Its voluptuous rounds makes it friendly and sleek,
to busy roads and highways surely it can easily sneak
It may look slow but I tell you: you are wrong!
This small car runs like the shooting star song.
Alongside trucks or vans, it doesn't tremble a fear
as when I turn the key, horsepower shy with its gear.
Easy so easy, I can turn the wheels to any curves
soothing so soothing to my sometimes worried nerves
Many a design of automobiles will pass
but hey, my red Volkswagen still holds the class.
The "un-beetable" Beetle bug definitely hits a big shot
to a parking lot you can easily save her a spot
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015
let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed
a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats
I'm running out of ideas I think
Something is bad, it's a terrible stink
Have you heard the one, about the sparrow
He let loose excrement, on the Pharaoh
Oh what a horror, the bird felt so bad
The Pharoah in anger, yelled out egad
Archers at the ready, shot the bird down
Pharoah bit of wings, wore them on his gown
He fed the birdie to his own black cat
The cat so happy it meowed where it sat
Mummys and bats they make me want to scream
Most of the horrors come from my own dreams
Dancing disjointed, what do I have to loss
Bones I crunched, I removed with dental floss
Let's finish with a flurry, a mad dash
A horrible fungus, a scabby rash
Worst poem Contest
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought
We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create
Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine
In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses
Arms outstretched like petals of roses
She, Kim, of Touchstone effect
Through their music her voice, such melodic select
Prelude now generates as we await corded streams
Receivers we are, appreciating their musical dreams
Spotlights in sporadic dance, like silent sirens in the dark
In seconds they soon touch, we the Blacktide no longer stark
On this night in concert, we became one and all
Strobe lights show their appreciation, bowing when shadows fall
Sadly Kim has had to take a break from the band due to illness, hence re-post.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
I needed a way to release from inside,
All of the tears that I never cried,
My head was exploding from all I kept in,
While onto my face I glued a fake grin;
I hid inside my suspicion and fears,
And locked them away for many years;
They built up a wall and trapped me within,
Until I didn’t even know where to begin;
I had every emotion locked in my heart,
So I started to write, I made it my art.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011