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I gaze at the wind as it blows acorss the grown wheat.
My neck bends down and I stare at the grass beneath my feet.
The thoughts I have go far in the past.
In the time before when there was no grass.
Dreams of how the land was in the time before.
I can imagine how this once was on the ocean floor.
How dark and so cold it must have been.
And all the creatures that lived so deep within.
So many living down in this dark place.
Each life to live in the ocean's fast pace.
Flowing through the currents as a leaf on the wind.
The ocean floor covered with clams that never end.
Seperate individuals that we all are today.
Much similar to the clams that lived here that day.
We all have special minds that we can share.
Not one is alike so special and rare.
Once in a lifetime there's one person we meet.
We can share all with them and it makes us complete.
Once in our lifetime theres a single event.
Like clam that catches a dirt fragment.
We hold on to that feeling with all that we are.
Always lighting our way like a nothern star.
Like the clam that holds one little piece of dirt.
We hold on to the one that gives us comfort.
After some years this clam has a pearl.
As rare as the feelings of love for this man or this girl.
So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth,
It shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish
what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which
I sent it. Isaiah 55:11 NKJV
HEAR THE WORD OF THE LORD
While searching for shells and sand dollars
Along the ocean shore
I chanced to find a tiny church
With a broken, hanging door
All the windows were long since gone
I found not a single pane
But I stepped inside to offer a prayer
As day began to wane
I prayed, Father God, where are they
Who used to pass this way
Are they worshiping You elsewhere
Or been called home with You to stay
What of those who came here
But never were sincere
In why they chose to come at all
Since their ears seemed not to hear
For those who chose to follow Christ
Baptized in His Holy Name
I thank You for their salvation
Because their lives were never the same
Now, Lord, I must wonder
Why they closed the door
Of this tiny broken down church
Along the ocean shore
23 September 2011
For the Church by the Ocean contest
Drop the ocean, lift the sky,
Today seems like a goodbye,
Memories of your voice forever linger.
Drink the potion, get me high,
Tears start to multiply ,
You wouldn't even try to lift a finger.
Cast the demons, out of here,
Lift me up, I have no fear,
Show you what it means to say I love you.
Wake me up, grab a beer,
Fill my cup, and shed a tear ,
My love for you has always been this true.
Drain the ocean , engulf the land,
Time to focus , begin again,
Learn to live without you by my side.
Convey the notions, my own brand,
Revolve my life, and take a stand,
Without you , I know, I will be alright.
Ring the bell, Sound the horn,
Today i have been reborn,
I can do this all on my own.
Rise the fell, Mend the torn,
Persevere through all the scorn,
My , look at how much you have grown.
Drop the ocean , lift the sky,
Today seems like a goodbye,
Memories of your voice forever linger.
The waves slide over the shore
Leaving tiny, squiggly trails
The moon and sun battle for the sky
And the big, bright moon prevails.
The beach is shrouded in darkness
Dimmly lit by only one light
That dances through the undertow
Marching its way through the plight.
A stencil of gray laces the sky
Creating a vision of death
Slowly overcoming the shore
'Til it takes its last breath.
The ocean itself which had once held
So much life in its depths
Has become drowned in its own contents
It is meeting its own death.
A storm lashes its way
Solmnly across the sky
To make room for what will unleash
That will cause the very moon to cry.
Dancing and waltzing across the shore,
The moon sadly turns away
She can't bear to see her ocean like this
And witness it going astray.
With one, final, swift motion,
She casts her love out to sea
The love she held deeply for her ocean
The world, and all her countries.
She makes her way back to where she belongs
And lets the sun take over the sky
I didn't, in all my years,
Think I would ever see the moon cry.
But she shed those tears so bravely
And dried them so nonchalant
She turned and made her way back to the sky
Like it was something she could never want.
The moon had lost the battle
And, defeated, began to fade away
Then the sun began to dance, too
To celebrate a brand-new day.
The ship arrived surrounded by fog's dew,
his years she carried on her seaward tracks,
the wide upfront, horizon's line was dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.
(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum, repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)
A trenchant stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
Perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the color of night's darkened soot.
The dusk abraded then, the ship's details,
still numbness; maybe was the ship that stared,
as his persistent - curious eyes paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.
Around the ship quizzical boats tripped,
like wooden cradles-coffins, they were stray,
companions lost beyond skylines' array,
sea's signalizing roar, on moorings whipped.
( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk amidst light blue,
like then the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird's story cares.
And then they fled to skies - two comets' glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- the emerald of Aegean shallows. )
What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in night's ebon phase,
two finger-funnels tall, on skies to praise,
wraiths' upstage flight, on everlasting trip?
© G.V. 09/25/2012 All Rights Reserved
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.
I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.
Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Written in the stars as destiny.
I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.
I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.
Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.
Wraith you were in my dreams, I felt you;
you had a blue ribbon to twine,
my spirit's ocean drops and truth,
with stars ironically to shine;
I reckon the winds wave in worlds lost;
my glance on known trails to home field,
a chorus of Angels foremost,
sings an ode of my soul's grief.
My Siren spoke; from far beyond,
the heights of glassy domes and stars,
lone wishing spells above a pond,
a fantasy worshiper, behind bars.
Sea spread of vastness, recalls voiced,
- and countless depths, I sail only
on Stygian links, the air's moist
- in dark my Siren's lonely;
from faraway she cares softly,
to touch my lips, singing a note,
an ode of death to my ghostly,
of Acheronian ship and float.
Our steadfast sails to lines of gray,
the years we passed forever shine,
amid the winds her voice betrays
my Siren's song and ends my twine.
© G.V., 11-06-2011 All rights reserved
The sea birds sat upon the wharf,
my only friends have been the shades
and the transmittance of our days,
floats on the nightly waving surf.
How beautiful the words gather
to build my solitude - her form,
rose petals dancing in the storm,
- was I her soul's ideal lover?
And when the bells of Sundays ring
unfair's my thought while flowers bloom,
where time's apostasy's my doom,
my words' approach in airs shall cling.
How Oxford blue, the harbor is,
up where the stars behind clouds hide,
fair constellation - unknown bride,
Athena's blest and soul's aegis?
Sea birds have sat upon the moors;
the waves explode to windward foam,
my eyes upon the landscape roam,
erewhile withdraw to verse detours.
Along the aural sceptre of morn,
(Soft and inspiring silence is!) ,
you send across the waters bliss,
heart beats like cymbals of times' mourn.
Maybe if I prayed to the sea gods,
they would revive our school years play,
return that celebration day,
up where my lines bedizened flawed.
Maybe if I smiled to wharf's sorrow,
you would return and join in mists,
amid blithe rhymes and palms kissed,
our celebration tomorrow.
© G.V. 01-22-2013 All rights reserved
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
with Suyog Pagare