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Details | Free verse | |

let sacred delirium flow

(in-between wakefulness and dreaming, in-between free verse and prose....it flows - I wouldn't trade it for candy-coated couplets, nor silky sonnets set in cities of gold, for my delirium is uninhibited, unhinged, freely flowing) delirious non-linear shutter-frames capture us over there, here now, before - a nuance, a taste on the tip of my tongue leading me towards need without a name nor face. Prying open other people to see if you were inside. Searching for a known desire with an unknown label, to find something never actually lost - to make it more palpable - closer. Crawling out of my skin, out of my skull, slinking through invisible trees, you appear: a jungle cat licking my mind - you always made love to my soul first, before enticing me with a liquid growl off-set by the pitter-patter of paws and purring. Your purr, your velvet purr rumbles for my submission. Willingly I accept the invitation of vulnerable humility bowing towards a fearless trust lush with a luminary borderless meshing, catching up to right now. - Right now - Your black-light curvaceous muscled trembling licks my mind, my body, my hands and mouth glide across your skin, testing the earth for stability. The tectonic plates of my belly quake resettle within your womb. Inside-outside, outside-inside a lotus-soul union, just as ancients had hinted, dissolving, letting you devour me, before I drink from your salty grail. Over-stimulation leads to an un-thinking deep rhythm, waves pushing out - in until the shoreline and tides become indistinguishable, a backdrop to a pace quickening. Outside-inside of you, you are outside-inside of me, there is no longer the need to fear unknowns, for the unknown guides us higher, guides us ever deeper, until even our release merges with the flow of ancient rippling rhythm. .


Details | Haibun | |

Kindred Spirits

~(tanka haibun)~


    Awakened from my walking reverie by movement ahead, I spy a Red-Tailed Hawk perched upon the wrought-iron railing of the flood-wall. The hawk is regal, stoic beauty. I stop walking in hopes of urging the bird of prey to stay its perch. It does, filling me with a sense of relief. I wonder why it let me get so close; if it was my calm, thoughts-up-in-the-clouds, meditative stroll that somehow rendered my thoughts and steps silent enough to catch the bird unawares. We eye each other, a bitter gust of mid-winter wind blows against my face; ruffles the back-feathers of the hawk. I am overwhelmed by a sensation how the two of us know exactly what we are, who we are, what we are supposed to be doing overall, but we are presently caught in a moment of unknowns, letting these unknowns erase the lines that keep us separate -- beast from human. 
I take a step closer, causing the hawk to finally alight, and I am struck by its vibrant feathers adding a dash of colour to the surrounding monochromatic grays. 
The hawk flies only a short distance ahead before landing on the railing again, so we re-enact the scene of this play. I come closer, closer, closer, until the hawk lifts up, flies a bit further along the river-walk, before landing again, until eventually it probably decides, that indeed, this human is going to traverse the entire path, for the hawk flies up into trees located further ahead. As I walk past the trees, the hawk launches out of an evergreen, with twigs in its talons. The bird flies over the river; a river made tumultuous by ice-melt.

in Winter's gray light
a Red-Tailed Hawk paints the sky 
with its feathers,
my soul lifts, follows the bird
over an ice-gorged river

The hawk lands on the base of a church steeple, and disappears behind an ornately carved corner. It appears as if the steeple is attempting to pierce the snow-clouds with its tip, trying to tear gashes in the sky, until spring blue bleeds into gray. On this Tuesday afternoon, does the church seem personified because it is devoid of Sunday parishioners milling in and out of its thick wooden doors? No matter how hard the steeple tries to break-apart the clouds, the grand sky dwarfs the church, causing it to look like a toy model. The church fluctuates between looking like a miniature-scale model, and an architectural feat.

with defiance
the steeple pierces clouds
looming overhead -
the snow-laden clouds
make the church appear small

Passing the church, I find it ironic how today the church is empty inside, yet on its steeple and roof-lines, countless animals are nesting, making this House of God their sanctuary. Slowly making my way home, I ponder about the hawk, how it is not only a predator amongst prey, but a predator amongst predators -- it flies around in plain sight, yet also hides right in the middle of the city. Coming up to the path leading to the back-door of my home, I scan a small trail of footprints in the snow. The footprints vary, but all are familiar to me. 
It is at precisely this moment that I fully acknowledge the Red-Tailed Hawk and I to be kindred spirits; how similar we really are.

the path leading home
is a winding snowy trail
of few footprints,
for only my loved ones know
where I truly live



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Details | Personification | |

Umbrella

There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.

Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.

Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.

Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.


Details | Verse | |

The Tide of Time

Washed
up
on the
shore

broken
by
the
ocean's
roar

waiting
at
the
foot
of
heavens
door

I
touch
her
fading
beauty
with
my
trembling
hand

a
broken
shell
lying
in
the
burning
sand

~~~

Author:  Elaine George


Details | Couplet | |

Jack

I saw him on the highway
Thought he was insane
Standing with his thumb out 
In the pouring rain
I don't usually stop for hitchhikers
But something said I should
Besides, it was raining awful hard
And the wind was blowing good.
I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there.
Where you headed on this stormy night?"
He said, "Down the road, I really don't care
Just somewhere else will be all right.
I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow
They just left me out of prison a few nights ago."
I might not have stopped had I known
Now we were on this dark road all alone.
I didn't know if I was in any danger
But as I drove, I listened to this stranger
He spoke of life and of acceptance
He spoke of sin and of repentance
A story of gratitude and saving grace
And I saw a smile come on his face.
He asked if I'd take him a little farther down
And drop him off in another town
I was already late but I said okay
And I listened to his stories along the way. 
When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand.
God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand."
There was a new feeling inside me that I found
And I began to turn my life around.
I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack
And tell him how I got my life on track.
The warden listened and he shook his head
Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said.
It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so.
You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago."

Angels come in strange forms sometimes.


Details | Free verse | |

Preacher's Son


I am the Preacher's son
who stole the bread
and broke it with a wrinkled face,
the essence weaving behind her retinas.
____

When I stole from the church,
Mrs. Worther 'the bird', had spied me
sneaking out the vestibule door,
from her usual early service perch
in the very back pew.

She carried this secret for many years,
including when she caught me eavesdropping
on midweek board meetings
from behind crates of cheap wine.
Instead of showing scorn,
she had given me a warm wink,
offering a lesson
by leaving me there to think.

Mrs. Worther
who had been my Sunday school teacher,
had made me study the lessons
without ever becoming a preacher --
especially later,
when it came to my thievery
and excursions into the park,

where I broke the bread
with a wrinkled face,
the essence shimmering behind her retinas.

I am the Preacher's son,
who instead found the presence
amongst ducks and swans,
when I broke the bread
with that crazy old lady -
gleaned what I needed to do,
and since then,
have never again
sat in another pious pew.

So now,
I am the 'bad' Preacher's son.
Some people whisper righteously
how I have come undone,
made a pact with the dark,

while I break the bread
with that age-old essence in the park.



Inception Re-mix
March 24th, 2014
(originally written: March 24th, 2010)


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Details | Ode | |

Pleasures of Moving on Moon

Pleasures of Moving on Moon


You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, 
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.

For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.

While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.

Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, 
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010

•	Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet 
•	Purnamasi.      The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
•	Taj.                  Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Free verse | |

Lantern on the Water


Place my mind into a boat
doused with kerosene.

Create a lantern on the water:
light the boat a-flame
and push it out to sea.

Then my heart will be more free.






04.06.2013




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Details | Narrative | |

Coiled Spring External

it is in this mural of splashing fuses 
that I am lit with a solemn torch……

I gaze with back deck musing 
but  front porch eyes….

I see the distance beyond this world
                   (my own cosmic existence)
a residence I squandered 
but my feet want to tread there

the green that surrounds me 
suffuses me with lakeside dew
melodies drifting only the quiet can hear
ripples that only valid observers see

the kentucky breeze carries a lonely wind
solitary….
               where has it been?
has it touched the sand I have?
                                (bare toes buried)

somewhere a child cries in the still
shattering  this serenity 
(though some don’t hear it)
along the bank of shoal like tranquility
the birds will wail for broken dreams 
(severed by thoughtless hands)

oh, its only a portrait
                     (an inspiring one though)
as open lashes stumble 
                        a horizons sinking sun
multi hues of reckless red and pink
a blue print  of what life should be
snap shot deftness in the perception
while beneath lay the sorrow

the last lingering tangerine shades
tease and taunt the tops of dogwood trees
oh beauty as far as eyes can see
a few silver shimmers of clouds 
                              in a blue grass sky

flowers bloom sweet pea and peonies
raw carmine kisses in the silence
pretty pansy faces 
                   and grass is verdant
green!! peacock sage and pine
 arrayed in darks and lights
a myriad of different shades 
brilliant in its lush velvet on my feet

to only live life this way (skimming surfaces)
just as the honey suckle does
how blissful that would be
(in all its exquisite ignorance)
branches sway in the song of a blue bird zephyr
as the fingers of it caress my skin

tonight
this expanse is my companion

but still I perceive it
what lies beneath
in stunning cognizance 
bearing a strenuous burden

it is in this mural of splashing fuses
that I am lit with a solemn torch

I gaze with back deck musing
but front porch eyes


Details | Blank verse | |

The Force

When the blackest nightmares were realized
and bitter truth pierced cracked, brittle armor;
When candles of last hope flickered and faded
and darkness closed on the edge of vision;
When despair careened towards insanity
and aching fists and fingers began to slip;
When the abyss called, a mighty hand reached
and lifted me silent to higher ground


 


Details | Free verse | |

Cornflower Blue

(a conversational collaboration with Christine Ueri)



"remember the dream I had when we were 10?
(waves and waves of cornflowers everywhere)
about the boy and the closet?
(sunflowers, circle, glass house?....closet, yes)
cornflower blue
(the closet was cornflower blue?)
the light in that dream was cornflower blue
(the air, the atmospheric light?)
yes, especially in the closet

I had that dream for so long
I'll never forget
little boy blue and the kingfishers --
the blue and white china plates
with the bridge and the lovers; the two doves in the willow tree,
that made me look for japanese letters....horse.
 
the funny things we do as children

(you are writing a poem....)
catch the words, my love
(you already wrote a poem up there; bridge it together --
I dried cornflowers with dandelions in a blue and white book; but it wasn't a dream.
Well, in a way it was, because at the time, I was floating in the clouds)

he wore a blue and white striped top in my dream

and I remember him
when I look at the sky,
the clouds and the golden sun --

I caught the words!
(yes! did you string them all together?)

not yet!"



                                                                                 
                                                                                



August 29th, 2012



Details | Rhyme | |

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


Details | Pantoum | |

Canyons Cold and Dark

She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That leaves confusion and doubts in heart
The loss of confidence now takes its toll

To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That renders sleepless hours through the night
The loss of confidence now takes its toll
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight

It renders sleepless hours through the night
The days are shortened and she wastes away
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight 
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day

The days are shortened and she wastes away
What could be this wrong which she has caused?
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause  

What could be this wrong which she has caused?
What pain has she laid upon your heart?
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause 
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
~*~

By:     Audrey Carey
Note:  For Paula Swanson's "Pantoum" Contest


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 | Burlesque | |

A Bad Day at the Eye Doctor's- a true story

"It was 6 or 7 years ago
Or so I'd like to think
I traveled to my eye doctor..
(I should'a seen a "shrink"!!)

My dad and I we awaited
In a filled up waiting room
Patients all a'seat
Magazines all askew
There wasn't much to say there
There wasn't much to do...

Slowly I did notice
Some odd glances made at me...
Some hand-covered conversations...
Some smirks I seemed to see

It made me feel self-conscious
They seemed fixed looking at me in my seat
When slowly I did realize...
That they were staring at my feet...

I looked down, and to my horror
And much to my surprise...
A sight I could not fathom...
I could not believe my eyes!!!

For one foot was well fitted
with tennis sneaker white...
The other a black dress shoe
It was a startling sight!!!

Now I found how hard it was
to hide one's mismatched feet
I wished to God to run out
And escape onto the street

I was red with great embarrassment
and shocked how stupid I could be!
Had I been that darn sleepy?
Or could I just not see?

Then it slowly dawned on me,
Well, darn it, here I sit....
Proves I need an eye-doctor...
and I don't give a sh__......."


Details | Free verse | |

Little Blue Pill

Went through a phase....thought maybe I should live life to the fullest,
and stop giving away 8 hours of each day, towards sleeping.

After the first week of sleep deprivation,
Buddha and Jesus both appeared simultaneously,
started following me wherever I went-
couldn't tell between hallucinations and reality.

Buddha helped write my final exams,
and Jesus always made sure that I didn't forget to eat.

After the second week, I was floating above my body....
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep anymore-
didn't just have second and third winds....I was having winds 
to the 99th power extreme.
Jesus was telling me to try again and again,
while Buddha told me to hang in there,
for Nirvana was just around the corner.

Asked my buddy for some help,
and he gave me this little blue pill -
don't even touch aspirin anymore.

Well, the pill knocked me right out! 
Tried so hard to fight against it,
having some doubts about what I had just swallowed.

Metallic galaxies of inner stars began pulling at my eyelids,
adding their massive core-gravity to my temples.
Red turned to black inside of my mind,
as little globules of pulsing light
floated before my inner-eye.
Down,
down,
d      o      w      n,
down, I spiralled,
thinking about picking cherries from the apple tree in Eden....
beautiful Japanese Geishas propping up the ladder
that pointed down into the rabbit hole.
Up was down,
as cherries were apples?
The branches of the tree resembled its roots in the ground-
perfect mirrors of each other,
as I sat in both places at once;
dream double looking back at me.

ZZzzzzZzzzzZZzzzZZZz....for almost 62 hours straight.
Must have lived a thousand lives in those dreams.
Woke up, wasn't sure if I was still sleeping?
Awoke into sweat and stale urine.
Started falling asleep in school.
Fell asleep at work.
Once you swallow the blue pill,
you can never go back-
the rabbit hole stretches into eternity.


Details | Senryu | |

Fingered

Chamber of secrets
Locked in wisps of steel incense
Swabbed sulfur din


Details | Free verse | |

A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"


Details | Rhyme | |

Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


Details | Classicism | |

Karma

Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See,  My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever 
Concorde...


Details | Quatrain | |

You make me feel numb

I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters 
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb


Details | Free verse | |

Let's Drive, Shall We?

There are different levels of truth
I climb
   Staircases 
	That 
	       Go
	            Far
                                      Beyond
		                         Comprehension
Reality is made of thoughts
Spiraling and humming 
Like they are something
But in the end
They are all just ideas
Driving to nowhere except 
Waiting to be found and
Put into motion
Heights of control
Shift to third and go above
Everyone is an enigma 
I fall in affection 
constantly
With myself
Metamorphosing

Who am I to ask of perfection?
I is always capitalized
but what if
i is i and we are we, and he, we together
make something different, completely?

Manufacturing lines put together
Vehicles that take soul imprinted notions
on midnight drives by the avenue
Sell them to the Lord, to the Devil
'Tis all the same
For goodness sake, heaven is simply
What we make it


Details | Free verse | |

Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights
padding the path to the woods
Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns
of the way every garden should look
Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars
shooting the breeze in the dark
Waiting for someone to wish and discover
the cobblestone path in their heart
Night time is patient and fragile and ancient
with secrets just bursting to share
Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows
with eyes open wide to the moon
Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars
parading their final hurrah
Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they
follow the trails of the heart
Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye
orange and gold muted voice
Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige
and also to be understood
Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings
soaring above all the lights
Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving
simplicity's gifts of the night...


Details | Quatrain | |

My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same


Details | Classicism | |

Karen O'Leary—My Poetry Soup Pal!

She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of 
Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping 
Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations. 
She would have said, “Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of 
Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem.”

She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust.
Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to
Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, “Now look 
Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in
Heaven with the gods.” I could see some Lanturne poems floating

She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility,
Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have 
Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers
With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the 
People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands

She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling
God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo’s cows, then
Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, “That even if I knew who stole 
Apollo’s cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief.” 
She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu

She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and 
Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel 
Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod,
Achilles, and told him, “Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the 
Greek king with words of wisdom.”  I could see some wise epigram poems 

She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and 
Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared 
For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years 
With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed
Many storms with loving charm. “Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O’Leary!”

Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!






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Sickness in my Soul

 I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
 But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
 
 I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
 
But if I hide it how can it be healed
 How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
 
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
 
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
 
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
 Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
 
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
 
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
 
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
 
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
 
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth


Details | Etheree | |

Cash Gone in Tax

Cash
Slashed by
Uncle Sam
Hard earned wages
Burned as income tax
Cash gone like blowing wind
Tax is not like sweet vermouth
This is just like pulling hen’s tooth
Tax going up, paycheck going down
Tax man leave us alone—we need a break!

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Won Honorable Mention
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietirch
June 20, 2010

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Details | I do not know? | |

The Unanswered Questions

How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities. 

One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?

Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.

As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.


Details | Free verse | |

Of Rabbits and Raven


Rabbits always digging, 
digging deeper, cutting into truth's marrow....


We screwed a mirror into the ceiling
of the Temple in our skulls,
jumped up through it,
discovered a world turned backwards,
sideways, upside-down.
The deeper we dig,
the higher we climb,
the rabbit hole stretches forever on.

And I smile.

An Alchemical wedding, 
an Illuminated union
shedding light upon ancient footsteps
moving into the future -
a vow of: "From before our birth,
and even after death, into a new birth."

Immersions,
conversions,
inversions merging, 
joining into a Sacred Shield.

We dine upon postcards of the Nativity,
steaming off faded stamps,
adding a fresh coat of colour,
chuckling at Raven stealing
the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
O what a Trickster!

Raven drops pearls into our eyes,
tastes the sun as lemon wedges,
passes on the seeds to us.
We water seedlings with tears
of vulnerability and fading fears,
feeling shoots sprout into trees,
feeling unfolding mysteries.

The ancient footsteps 
ignite a futuristic beat.
Above, 
cities burn,
the world is on fire,
but the drums do not cease
as we keep jumping through mirrors.

Mirrors reflected in dilated pupils,
dilated pupils reflected in mirrors.
No matter the course,
stars shine on,
shine with souls,
souls become stars,
stars are seeds for even more trees,

and pearls continue to drop into our eyes
as we navigate the twisting burrow,
meandering along a path where Raven flies.









July 8th, 2012


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Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.


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Autumnal Grace

The autumnal grace that bodes so well 
For eager souls departs,
Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose
Devised by naïve hearts,

For afterthoughts as echoed dew
Sate the doleful needs,
Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose
Of decadence and greed,

For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced
In modern times bestowed,
With meaning laced with fervent haste
That once defined our souls.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

WITH RAW FINESSE



As ocean tides cascade from Amphitrite’s dewed breast with ripples of fine air in moans… she gushes out along white crest, the trail of love, passion, and faith. Searching tenderness that fondles heaved waves to soak every curve moist with finesse… she dives in rhapsody. Hymns cuddling sea across bright lune, her flesh of tones quenching dried hearts. She bestows on mankind life’s essence Primal… like raw night
© ~ Amphitrite—Greek Goddess of the sea by nette onclaud especially for David William's True Diminishing Hexaverse


Details | Free verse | |

SEVEN DAYS



seven days a week... the intervals in between
can shape twilight into scented ambrosia
    and turn noontime to boiled potion of tan,
dusk smears the sky darkening bronze
        while the night, a textured chameleon... 
  the shrill and serenity of minutes
can blaze the air with  time's ecstacy 
or numb the splintered liver of pain's regret. 

is this a week
that pours of subway’s sweat, then glitters
evening with a vault 
of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper
expire as the hours    dwindle into pieces
of unknown sighs: a clock
without hands cradling an endless space
bathed in the moist kiss of dawnbreak
floating on a veil graced by 
             life's alchemy, unbidden...
 
seven days a week: a deep hole lost
in a melee between men and beasts,
defining not the terms and conditions
of human traces that linger or stain
the lines of meridians blending haste with
                            pace?
             there are no answers, 
i just wade like a child becoming a fetus
without all these adult specs rendering
white stars,celibate...
           in seven days a week.




Space and Time Contest
new poem
use of small caps is intentional





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Knowing Kelly

The name Kelly means "bright-headed",
according to the internet.
A fine attribute that doesn't quite describe me yet
because, you see, I could not go to college
and be properly taught.
I came from a poor background
where a good education could not be bought.
So, I have no choice but to write from the heart,
it's not perfect, but it is my form of art.

My first name is Irish, though my ancestry is German.
Just to make sure, I looked it up on Wikipedia.
I am shy, so you're not likely to find me
on any form of social media.
I am very careful when I choose a friend,
they have to be someone who I can trust and depend.
My friends know that I'm loyal, and when I listen, I hear.
I will always be there for them, 
through every smile and tear.

When I'm not writing my hobby is photography,
which inspires new words from the beauty I see.
Often you will find me reading alone in my room
with classic rock music turned up on high volume,
or watching an old movie filmed in black and white
whether it be a comedy or a thrilling, silent fright.

I am no one's wife and no child's mother,
and I never had anyone to call a sister or a brother.
I was a lonely, only child, and I am still,
an empty shell that only poetry or love can fill.
I work at a factory job on the graveyard shift,
being a true night owl causes my mind to dream and drift.

My middle name is Robin, which means "bright-fame"
though, I am not here just to play the fortune game.
I am known to be sweet in the comments that I write,
yet, my poems can be sad and as dark as the night.
I guess this makes me a mystery to many of you
but, really read me and you will discover the clue.







Written by: Kelly Deschler
SKAT's Keep It Real Contest




Details | Prose Poetry | |

An Open Communique to the Rogues

To the seedlings sprouting in the 8 corners of the world:



An open communique can lead towards a perilous precipice overlooking jagged rocks being pounded by the relentless waves of a cold, apathetic ocean -- in such a circumstance, it doesn't take much to slip, to be pushed, to be sent over the edge, shattering upon the rocks below, sucked down by an undertow erasing all evidence of your prior existence. We have come to an impasse, the windows of opportunity in the jet-streams of change, are passing by at astounding speeds. A true Anarchist is not a Terrorist; leave such decrepit despondency to ultra-fanatic zealots and the New Gestapo. A true Anarchist should not fight for lawlessness, should not wish for chaotic, wanton destruction - such myths are propagated by automatons and the controllers themselves. A true Anarchist should not raise placards in protest, should not spray-paint graffiti upon the walls of gaudy Bauhaus replications, nor lob Molotov cocktails at an establishment so entrenched, four heads grow back to replace every head, decapitated. A true Anarchist dons a masque of mirages, reflecting nationalism, consumerism and Swastikas back into the eyes of the pushers. A true Anarchist does so by donning the uniforms of business districts, of the worker, of the paint-splattered, ink-stained artisan. When a true Anarchist gains the confidence and trust of Drones left in charge of oiling the cogs, a true Anarchist enters the control-room not to smash instruments, but instead, turns dials, flicks switches, presses buttons, re-writes programs and codes, in order to help alter the directional course of the very Beast itself. 11.21.2012 .


Details | Free verse | |

Autobahn

~2012 New Berlin Remix~


Rapid Eye Movements
cruise down the Autobahn,
driving dreams of soldiers 
slaying the wicked Beast in the East,
seeds hidden in the cuff links
returning home for the victory parade.

The victory parade of the new millennium
is a mirage, as desert sand blows 
through the desolate streets of Basra,
spray painted slogans of 'Aryan Nation'
scrawled across crumbling walls.
High level Terror-alerts
scroll across the Fear o' Dome,
breeding paranoid glances 
of commercial-class passengers
flying high above barbed-wire compounds:
camps of cells in solitary confinement,
centralized secret service agents
unload the next set of trains.

"Son, do you forget all that we sacrificed?!
Have you lost all of your respect?
Okay, so maybe the Feds
became brainwashed by the Reds,
but this is for our freedom and safety.
This isn't about racial impurity,
but our Nationalist Socialist security!"

"You are all mixed now anyway,
doesn't matter if you are female, black, jew or gay,
we must unite together as a nation,
proudly wave our flags, fight our common enemy!
This enemy is trying to disintegrate
the very fabric of our free society!"

"Son, why can't you just see?!"
"Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi 
natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!"
____


....cold sweat.

I wake-up from a horrible nightmare,
remnants of images floating through my head.
Something about flocks of carnivorous sheep,
and rabid wolves for shepherds?
Jumping out of bed,
I quickly look in the mirror
just to make sure.
Everything looks as it should.
Lawnmower growls in the background,
sunshine leaks into the room
adding a warm touch to reality.
Through my bedroom window,
I spy the neighbour's Iron Eagle weathervane
goose-stepping towards the east.

Everything appears normal,
here, on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd.




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Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


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The one who stares at me

As i gently clear away
the steam that covers the glass
suddenly!
"he" appears
and for now
"he" is temptation
the very person i fear

Although we look the same
this dead-ringer is not me at all
but a false prophet
who deceives me into running
at his beckon call
"he" controls my thoughts
rents out my face
knows my weaknesses
then begins to plot my next fall from grace

The last time
"he" magically appeared 
lessons had to be taught
but nothing was learned
for once again here i stand
to begin the fight
and start the slow burn
"he" is convincing
and so very clever
i am the actor, directing myself
on the next hurtful endeavour!

It's a mystery
when "he"will check in, for a visit
i wish it was never,
but honestly, im realistic
so for today
"he" is in control
my one and only friend
but once gone
that's when the apologies start
and the sorry's never end


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Couplet | |

Breathes

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bravery Is All There Is

When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.

When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.

     Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
     Face the unknown with silent trust -
     For at the End, there is only this:
     Bravery is all there is.
     Bravery is all there is.


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The anomaly of irony.

Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.

His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.

No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.

He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.

Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.


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The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


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A Blind Moment Of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…

Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…

The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…


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Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Babylon-Kids

When job positions within monopolies prevent us from working together
towards a goal far greater than lining the pockets of a few,
when schools stop us from educating ourselves,
and are instead, assembly lines churning-out tin soldiers,
when governments prevent humanity from achieving self-determination,
when media keeps us informed about current events,
rather than us becoming involved in the events,
then only in resistance will we find each other;
will we find ourselves in the purest sense. 

The masqued ones are erasing themselves
within a society in which everything is under surveillance,
measured, quantified and appraised,
where everything is determined by resumes,
credit history, internet profiles.
Background checks, gossip columns, intelligence agencies,
conspire to drag every last detail out into the open.

The masqued ones live in an in-between world
being squeezed by other worlds.
It is a world existing in the hope of understanding reality, 
by changing reality.
If the powers that be, can reveal the hidden world,
dragging it out under the searing spotlight of scrutiny,
under the spotlight of current mass-ideology,
then one more possible world reality becomes extinct
under the boots of Fascists using the freedom of speech
to silence the freedoms of everyone else;
eventually, even including themselves.

The controllers want to show there are no unchartered paths
leading away from the programmable masses of mundanity.
Therefore, the masque is seductive to those not fully conditioned
to become blind sheep led by shepherds, towards the slaughter.
The masque suggests mystery, unknowns,
alternative endings to a story covered in mildew.
The masque symbolizes a threat to an entrenched establishment.
The masque becomes the chrysalis in which a pupa
can evolve into something different; into something new.


....in warrens deep below,
Babylon-kids write love songs,

and above ground, people preach rights and freedoms, 
while enslaving the world in the chains of a democracy
that has never truly existed.

Democracy is a dream turned nightmare,
so the Babylon-kids are keeping the dream
of a choose-your-own-adventure, alive.




12.03.2012




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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


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Haiku 6

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.


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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


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Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


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Tried & Tested - into the sunset

I am so far out of my element
It almost seems unreal
When in truth, which I always seek to find
Pretence is all that I feel
In this, my second language
I aim to express the glistening skin
That hides the shallow graves of conscience
Trapped so deep within
The pottery I shape in craft
Though pedistilled and on display
A camouflage that’s merely drafted
words of wisdom most portray
And in the spirit of fairness
As a virtue which we all possess
Accept my resignation
For this sport has had its best 
I’m off to party hard and waste
My life as best as I know how
The animal within this chest
Needs freedom to survive for now
The playing game of words
is but a winding road that’s filled with stone
I’m parched in parts unheeded
As my cluttered soul heads home


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Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






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Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


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My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


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A Blind Sunset

He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which, 
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and, 
Anxiety of a long night,

Carefully, he watches, 
The colors change,
First the bright orange, 
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the, 
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,

Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,

A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,

“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without, 
The cold empty feeling, 

Several years pass, too many to count, 
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find, 
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,

He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move, 
He takes his brother home, 

The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,

“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?



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Magic Incarnate

On indigo oceans and emerald seas
by arctic wind and tropical breeze
in valleys forgotten amongst ancient trees
the essence of magic is bourne among these.

Much knowledge is found in the eyes of a doe
the rabbit who senses the way the winds blow
uncanny, the wit, of the common black crow
the flora and fauna, much do they know.

Mankind, so proud of being supreme
but things are quite often not what they seem
much can be learned from river and stream
and many a truth can be found in a dream.


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What Dreams are Made Of - LGT

A simple scene a nestling seeks the comfort of the night
to lay enthralled, engrossed, in memories of past days;
the nectar drawn from rivulets that run past blackened lash.

A lidded eye roves left, then right, as if it’s been betrayed.
A corner tick, a slight knee twitch, odd choices are made.
The blanket once a comforter now twists so very tight.

A falling dream, a horrid scream, yet no land's in sight.
A bloodless body, writhes, then heaves, calls out, nobody's home;
the casing calls, umbilicus, umbilicus, oh reel me down.

A flying lift of breeze ‘neath hips, a lofting, just so, high, 
brings soul to ground with sighing sound within the dream
released, aroused; the coming light, the end of night, dawn bound.


*updated 7/24/14


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Suffering Time

14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...

No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?

The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...

Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...

So I say goodbye to you
My sweet...
As I acknowledge
My defeat...


Something is flying about....


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Psychedelic

In transit through the time-zones, trails her colours everywhere,
Her spectrographic spectrums lance ethereal through the air,
Fragmenting rainbow spears and curves of bending light,
Arcing jet-streams counterpoint with sunspots blinding bright.
And in the dreams I have of her beneath blown skies of tangerine,
Angelic, incandescent, paints the sweetest forms I’ve ever seen. 

Elated on the desert winds she flickers some prismatic ghost,
Tripping ruined beauty from each pillar to each mystic post,
Deep emerald light refracted as cracked ice in shining eyes,
A telepathic temptress breathing winter sleep and summer sighs.
And in the morning sun that kisses glacial seas of bathtub blue,
She walks the dunes of memory, on golden beaches combing through.


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Late Night On Salisbury Ave.

The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar 
and everything uncertain.

The night accelerated sounds of anticipation 
as a thousand strangers loomed
 
and I thought him to be a foreigner 
until he glanced twice 
as his smile slightly dropped
 astonishment plagued him

Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt 
betrayed by the numinous... 
that often guides my thoughts

He left with lady and child, to merge 
With a thousand anticipating strangers 
 and the northern lights sheltered me
  the explosions across the sky 
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation 
that unexpectedly emerged 

Then the night was briefly soundless; 
the applause prolonged 
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing, 

 through a thin pane of glass 
all I could yield was a smile, 

a smile to the incredulity within his eyes. 

Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow, 
and the difference was indistinguishable.


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The Bench In Central Park

       On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park.  Lost in my own 
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks.  I keep asking 
myself is it my fault?  What did I do wrong?  The chilly wind fills my ears with it's endless 
song.  I shiver slightly and goose bumps crawl along the back of my neck.  Her words have 
left me an emotional wreck. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders.  I feel it in 
my bones this day will get colder.
       I've seen several joggers getting in their morning run.  That just shows people will 
continue their lives never mind the rays of the sun.  So many thoughts running through my 
head.  And I hold the morning newspaper I still haven't read.  I contemplate over my life, it's 
not always easy, and so-called-friends can be the enemy.  Even your spouse living in your 
house can betray you with infidelity.  That is why my heart is aching like a cavity.  Right now 
I'm doing my best to hang on to my sanity, but I really want to shout profanity.
       I notice an attractive couple hand-n-hand laughing and enjoying a morning stroll; and 
for some reason I can't control, I feel a sense of peace glow within my soul.  My insecurities 
diminish from their dark hellhole.  I begin to feel "whole," and suddenly this morning doesn't 
seem so cold.
       I get up from the bench shaking off the numbness that has set in.  A very pretty woman 
walks by with her dog and I grin.  She notices and smiles back.  Wow!  A kinda smile that is 
only meant for kodak!  I watch her walk past me with her dog leading the way.  Something 
tells me "you better not let this one get away."  As I'm listening to my inner voice, she 
glances back over her shoulder, and I knew that she too was giving me a choice.  Amazing 
how just several minutes ago my entire world seemed so dark.  I now knew everything was 
going to be okay because of this bench in Central Park......


* 10th Place win in "Anything Goes" Contest 
   sponsored by A Rambling Poet



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THE RUNNER AND ME

There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.

He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.

He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.

The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.

He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"

No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.

There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.

She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.

She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.

Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.

Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.

A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.

Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.

For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.

How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .

Now here I sit back at the start,
While my  "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.

See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.

He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity. 


We have since decided to compromise and things are much better. 


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Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


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THERAPY

There are no lies to be written
Real life is how it's read
What I write is the honest truth
No more regrets
I've been pushed 
I've been shoved
Straight in the gut 
Where my heart bleeds out the love
No bandage around 
To patch it up
Pressure more pressure against me
On the floor bleeding
No help to come save me
Pain creeps around the room 
On the floor I try to breathe
Therapy
Need the therapy
Read this aloud 
Know what I'm about
Feel my pain
Read it
Look at my face 
Be it
I get up on my feet
Love still dripping
Someone help me!
I can't see
Therapy
Need the therapy
As I open my eyes
I see plain white bright walls
Around me 
I'm strapped
Noticed I'm patched
What happened to me?
I sit there and wonder 
Why me? Is this my fantasy?
This is what therapy put on me


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Drunken Loneliness


   




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the orchid

        
As an orchid in his life,
a reflection from his strife...
He's a flower in his way
and he would say...

I am living as a poem...
choosing freedom on my own,
and the mask of God would 
speak...
Here is a clue!

From a message he would live
an adventure that would give...
special meaning to his life...
as he went on...

This would be an evolution,
not for him a revolution...
and he danced it all inside...
out in the rain.

All he needed was a room
and a time of day to bloom...
Such a place he didn't know
where to begin.

He brought forth within a day..
what became all in his way...
His experience would say...
Life is a poem!

And he found a sacred place...
he would use it for his space...
find a meaning for his life...
but there was strife!

Pain and suffering he'd achieve,
life with horror_he would leave
all he needed to get back...
was 'on the track.'

It had been there all the while
but his life became a trail...
Could he see or would he 
choose...
another path?

For a life he should be living,
was the one when he was 
giving...
He was living out a dream...
that was his own...

and he became a flower...
in the rain.

All the people in his field
opened doors for him to yield,
a refreshment for his bliss...
but he would miss!

So he followed just a thread...
to a path where he was led...
in a journey that for him,
required a death!

A renewal from his past...
something sacred that would 
last...
One condition for another
he would find...

There were trials and 
revelations...
for a while an incubation.
He found more about himself
as he went on...

Such a dragon he would slay...
no longer bound to his own 
way.to
Something  greater he would 
give
in all his bliss...

From a mystery in life,
he found value in his strife...
and he became a flower...
in the rain.

July 27th, 2012
from The Power of Myth by 
Joseph Campbell


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Nightmare

Rest is a requirement,
for all,
in order to have this,
sleep is a must,
after a day’s of hard work,
wherein sleep is a must,
for all,
to freshen up the next day,
though the mind goes to sleep,
and the body follows suit,
the subconscious mind awakens,
and in lie,
a number of dreams,
awaiting you,
the dream,
that always reigns in my mind,
is the death of my wife, 
not once,
but more than a couple of times,
why does this dream,
often arise in my mind,
is the answer I seek,
is it because of the love we have towards one another,
or is it the compassion for each other,
or is it in relation of serving one another, 
or is it a kind of warning,
a warning to take care in the future, 
some people may call this as the sixth sense,
while I call this a nightmare,
as nightmares are really scary,
yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed, 
if you do agree with me or not!!

From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)


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Love Letter to the Lord

Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony
Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle


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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.


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God Sent--Amazing Angel

How can this be...
I not understand
I am waiting for the big bomb shell
to explode... or something

I mean... I am waiting for the floor
to slip out from under me...
I am sure tis man
cannot be all true...

he cannot be... true and honest
he cannot be.. so sweeet and kind
I am sure... there is something
I am positive I am just so blind...
because of his generosity
his kindness is more then
I have ever seen...
I not understand..
tis man tis never really mean

For tis man is a Man of Christ
for tis man has morals.. values
Honest and True...
For tis man.. is ever so kind..
I am sure... something.. I shall find..
Why???

Tis man is edifying... 
never doubts what I say..
this man is different 
in many... many ways...

I not understand
Why???
Why tis man is ever so nice to me
For tis he not know me...
I truly not know him...
but tis be..
He has bent over backwards
he understands and listens
gives great wisdom he so kind... 
but tis I am sure...
tis something...
I must be blind...

I mean.. Why???
Why tis this man ever so nice to me?
for tis No man ever has been
No man unless 
they have a hidden motive
but tis man I see none... 

Tis man... is so Amazing
tis man is sweeet as can be
tis man... is a True Treasure
tis man... tis hard to believe
tis man has Integrity.. 
he is Tender-hearted too
he tis ever so Caring.. 
Compassionate
Understanding... 

Tis man.. God has placed into my life
Why??? I wonder...
for tis hard for me to believe
hard for me to trust.. 
to truly know...

But Now perhaps I see...
Tis man.. God has sent tis be
Amazing Angel...


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One Truth

Our present incapable to convey, 
beneath the heaven's sky, 
yet we share the evening elucidation, 
equivalent morning rise, 
my storm will rage your way, 
your gust flustering me one day, 
articulating thoughts of you...
and mystifies my life.


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Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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' 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


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A Moment

Sometimes.
     just sometimes
when a breeze brushes my cheek
carrying a curious scent,
a delicate flower pushes through a crack
in the sidewalk,
a candle flame reflects in a window
spotted with rain,
I close my eyes,
listen to my heartbeat as the world fades away,
and quietly ...
              ... wonder
x


Details | Epyllion | |

Torturous Twenty Four.

Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering

He will come for her…

Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day

He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love 
Only for the moment before she falls away

Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again

Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering

She will come for him…


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God

The tribesman described his mysterious God;
a pious fear oozing from his veins,
eyes burning with intense, religious fervor.


His God came down from the unknown skies;
red, lustrous body glittering in the brilliant sun,
enormous nostrils breathing out waves of hot air,
dazzling verses written on his majestic forehead,
gleaming weapons engulfed in a halo of luminescence,
an aura of supreme power inclosing his bloated body.


A sudden curiosity gripped my mind;
thirst for adventure tickled my senses,
I accompanied the tribesman to see his God.


A big thatched hut came before my eyes;
Its doorway guarded by grotesque sculptures,
fear struck people standing in respectful silence,
wizened priests muttering mysterious chants;
I entered the temple and saw the God;
It was a red German weather balloon.


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A game of life

Either relate or not 
or give up the lot
So what have you got?
Put your money in the slot
and risk the lot
Cut the string on a kite 
and take flight
Take the toss
of a win or a loss
Roll the dice 
and pay the price
So get on the ride 
of the unknown tide
Coming or going
bear the worse not knowing


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The Pond of Darkness

Swim in the pond of darkness,
Dive into a complicated world,
Try to breathe the air...
Smell the sorrow,

Beneath a dark world,
Where life doesn't exist,
Where souls are drenched with grief,
Where words are silent,

Eyes do not sleep,
Tears do not cry,
Hearts never share love,
Lies drown in lives,

Nothing shines,  even
The sun gives darkness,
Skies fall apart
Oceans split into two,

Disguised with smiles,
While covered with invisible tears,
Betraying your own souls, for you're
Lost in a web of fear,

A life that changes an angel into a devil,
A life of sickness with no remedy,
A place with haunted hearts... Where
Souls never see "life,"

Prevented from light, 
A world filled with dishonesty,
Souls drowning and dying
Tears pretending to smile, but crying,

One day, some one will have to face the truth,
Souls will rise to the top,   and
The darkness will fade away....


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Epicurus Apiculus (Conversation with Aristippus)

You must follow 
Follow whom?
One who knows!
Knows what?
The chief end of life! 
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie? 
In pleasure! 
That, may be a lie?


Details | I do not know? | |

Guignol

The musty lights corrupt the stage
Twisting the form of the heavy curtains
Framed by the stolen shadows of cherubs
A delicate music box whispers into the guilded room
A faint perfume of smoldering limes bitter the air
This night could be Prague, Vienna...
Then I conquer the stage, arise and fulfill the lights
Only to again to have my dignity murdered infront of me
Adressing a hollow room
The only half-sound, glowering laughter in my mind
The meadow of poppy-red seats stare through the dark
The lights sharpen from their soft glow
And regroup as piercing arrows
Stripping me down
Back to my soul
I questioned why the others left 
	(and they question why I stay)
Neither are sure if it's through choice, or truth
Living in this dead theatre


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Decoy

Words are just a decoy
An excuse to dance around the truth
Underestimated silence
Proves language is uncouth

Your gut will always tell you
What your heart tries to ignore
Most try their best to silence it
Stirring an internal war

Why deny yourself of happiness?
Why pretend logic is correct?
Why hide behind a curtain?
Why pretend our hearts select?

Ignorance is truly bliss
Too bad that's not our case
Lets take a risk and show our courage
Let our souls meet face to face.



Details | Rhyme | |

Knock, Knock!

Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.

Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.

Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.

Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.

Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Free verse | |

dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness

Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be


Details | Free verse | |

Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


Details | Free verse | |

For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


Details | Lyric | |

Son

From the exact day your Daddy 
said we'd conceived You
Exactly nine months, to the day, 
we retrieved you

It is said You are so much like him
It's a wonder that I was even there

What is a "spitting image" do tell
Because I wouldn't want it 
in my mouth to begin with 

I thought Sons were supposed 
to look like their Daddy's
After all, they're born out of Love
Or did I miss something, somewhere
                   God Bless


Details | Sestina | |

What Thing More Beautiful?

If there be some one thing more breautiful
Than to lie with you in warmth and dark,
I would fear that it might burn my soul away
Before the purging purity of light
Its perfection must diffuse.
Your love is all the beauty I may stand.

I carry what we make within this dark,
Our human near-perfection, out into the light
Each day; each moment as I stand
Against the ravages of life I take away
Those stains that fall diffuse
Upon my careless soul, and mar the beautiful.

It is the love of you that brings the light
Into the confusion of my doubtings' dark
Securing what fitful fate may bear away,
That grants the strength to stand
Opposed to all things foul, in alliance with the beautiful,
Committed to a hope as noble as it is diffuse.

There is a light that will not pierce the dark
As we lie conjoined, our love diffuse
About us as the night in little measures leaks away;
It would but blind the eye, if seen, this sacred light
Before which no ill thought may stand,
This light that paints the unseen beautiful.

All worthy things are also most diffuse
As are the light, the dark, the beautiful.
Their meanings advance, recede, then turn away
From our poor apprehension's gropings dark,
Even as our hope moves us to apply what light 
We may, to illumine that before which we stand.

So in the end, my mind, struck dumb, turns away
From the mystery, in consult to stand
With the heart within the lovethick dark
Where you lie near and shining without light
Within that sphere of all good things diffuse
About us, incomprehensible and beautiful.


No; there can be to me no thing so beautiful
As the light of you shining in unbroken dark:
Your love is all the beauty I may stand.


Details | Free verse | |

My daughter, my Queen

My daughter, my Queen
as Solomon said, you are above
the crown on my head
from rubble and stone
gates for a throne
Queen, daughter, Queen
mysterious home 
of pride and lust
forgive me intrust
not what man will give
but take what you must
Power you wield
no doubt in my vein
the blood that is cold 
in warmth you will claim
what is your position
with faith as a seed
man whose fruition
is boasting to bleed
my Queen my throne
thorn in my head
blessed of water
ancient we shed
blackened cough
scares in the skin
Queen have you paid 
too much for a sin
remember the garden
fruit of the sun
you offered me there
a kingdom undone
naked your breast
no temple of shame
I took of your fruit
gave you my name
Queen prophetic
knowing us so
Why you embrace
our invisible soul
sure, God willed
or something the same
man of the dust
woman the rain
Queen of a temple
so Godless, until 
Queen, oh my daughter
your blossom would heal


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | Free verse | |

Shadows

As the moon aligns itself with the stars
I search to find me
Can’t find my way
My psyche is perplexed
Seemingly, I long to be found
Yet, I have left no trail of sanity
Left no footprints of sincerity 
Silhouettes are numerous
Where I was last portrayed
A mire outline, a profile
A mirage
Depicts the whereabouts of my mind
Illusions and premonitions
Forebode life
Foreshadow the inhabitation of despair
Predict the transition into solitude
Sheer hues of the deep, dark night
Diversify the challenge of discovery
Still I search
Overlooking not one possibility
Though my vision impaired
I continue franticly 
Seeking for myself
Among the many shadows  


Details | I do not know? | |

If You Only Knew

If you only knew how i felt about you
You wouldn't treat me like you do 
If you love me like you say 
Why do we get to arguing everyday
I guess thats the way love goes
No one ever really knows 
If you want me,take me
It's the only way you'll get me maybe
I have a lot of things on my mind
But you seem to have me in a bind
That doesn't mean you have me on lock 
That just means no one can block 
The love i have for you is power
It just don't come and go in a hour
You got some really good i guess you think you do
But only if you knew


Details | Free verse | |

Dealing the cards

Come on artists
lets play a game
its all different to me and i want you to see how i am different
and let me shine as you sign up another way 
as i prove to you my leadership of this new age wave

cards cards
give them new meanings
like you never knew you could 
and lets make the psychics pine through our words to figure out
what they are reading and believing

I wanna see your hearts and spades
dressed in tall grass or lemonaide
i wanna see your cups and wands
inbetween whispering winds and songs lead me there
i know you can come on 
come on 
come on be strong 
like a suit of clubs or diamonds
show me something
and then sprinkle your writings
and we'll make collectors out of all those we invite here
as they read and ponder the meanings of our literature

whats in your hand?
a royal flush a pair?
and as we deal the cards they stumble upon at this endless game 
of cribbage or poker
or tarock
or war who is winning and getting points?
what card means what to who and why

tell me artist as you write with your style on low and high
what makes what suit smile and fade shine and slide?
inside outside sphere of influence
be their collective the object of the psychics to crave?

blind leading the blind
and something they are after for days and days

a few cards your favorite cards play smart or dumb
shuffle the cards pick a game deal a hand
reveal what your playing and one day i'll tell you what we're playing what your 
cards mean
if nothing
to someone one day when the stumble your way
the mystery of nothing speaks something
and we rebuild the puzzle of cartomancy better and better this way

just inspire
once you know you can't
blind leadin gthe blind
so after you read this you can't
play along your uninvited
strike it off your list of things to do
round one is over now go find all who wrote
all who write all who have wriitten the masterpieces
of cards and see what they mean today and collect them for that is something no 
one else can do
until round two....


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crossroads- A night flight

I can hear the silence again
I can take back the time to think, to feel, to just 
breathe.
I have held out my hand to slow down time
and I have floated back down to myself
returned to my body for a while, you see;
I am here just on loan.
I dont know if I can lose myself again, 
lose myself to the fear of living, fear of the inevitable, fear of pain inescapable
so I think I'm just gonna ride on out on this illusion wave
and, you know- 
If you find a rock to cling to, and it breaks away suddenly, and you find another 
rock to cling to,
and it also uproots itself as well,
and you feel uneasy without solid ground
you gotta just learn how to be at ease with floating
till you gather the courage to fly away
into the unknown
and pardon my sudden departure.
but the next flight is at 12 sharp
and its already a quarter to midnight


Details | I do not know? | |

As Love Whispers---Beholding---Between Two Hearts

As in times
Love comes softly
Whispering my name
Sweet softness 
Of Beauty to behold

Love melodies 
As Two hearts engage
Never grows old
Stays always Strong

Wanting more Time 
to hold-on
Making Moments Long
Love lives Forever 

grasping hold
treasures unfold
Times truth... Prevails
Enchantment... set sails

Love encounters
Entwines never fails
Two hearts… 
Two souls... binds

Man & Woman
True Love endures
Love Whispers words
             “I Love You”

Love emotions
Desirable and true
Love engages passion
Love is never alone

Love always together 
Never strays
as Love calls out
Calling each other home

Love tender words
Two hearts.. heard
Conversing... moments
Twilights glisten... 

Love never hides
Sharing.. caring.. 
always listens
Love Never Subsides…

both-hearts claiming
between each-other... 
deeep inside
Whispers… knowing 
Raising beyond.. growing


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 | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


Details | Lyric | |

Tears

A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind


Details | Rhyme | |

The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Free verse | |

Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost And Alone

Have you ever been so lost that you feel that you will never find your way out, That 
the whole world has moved on and left you behind. You want someone to come 
find you make things ok again but as you look as far as you can see there is 
never anyone there. You yell for help but again no one is there to hear you. You 
can run but there is no end no way out. You just stop and sit there waiting hoping 
to be found to be some were you belong be loved and cared for, The air keeps 
getting colder and the loneliness darkens you. You start asking God why? But he 
never answers, You think is he even there is he real? guess not you know that 
people in the world have it worse then you but that don't mean you pain don't 
count, It hurts the life you once knew and loved not a perfect one but it was yours 
now is gone, Will you ever find your way back, belong some were? As the night 
comes you lay there and cry yourself to sleep trying to get all the answers your 
heart needs but like you the answers are lost. As you sleep you dream of the life 
you wanted a happy one but then as you start to smile something reminds you of 
what is now gone, And you are lost all over again. Maybe Someday I will be found 
and the world will be right again.


Details | Free verse | |

In The Now

Life
like
tomorrow will make the difference
while today becomes
doing and thinking and being for
life 
is not a road until
the rut is made.
Life does not become a way of
life
until tomorrows become misty
and yesterdays no longer exist.
to this moment of
life
you want to hold onto.
Life
drives you mad
the next moment of life
this too shall
pass
into now.
Now
to never have known no other time
but Now
this part of then
when is the time
Now.
Was that then Life?
existence
life 
dream
life
plan
life
eternal
life
empty
life
plain filling
life =
Silence.


Details | Epic | |

Ne Prorsus Interirent

Unrelentless unforeseen neverending not serene, vacant town of bliss and 
horror the end of sanity a walk with declining humanity. In said tales of ill faded 
spells was it wise to stand face to face with the creator of man rings of Saturn 
fire will conclusion ever inspire. With hate I shallow this doomed empire will they 
remember that faith never crossed the line sunset angels fought to stay blind. 
Your ultimate guidance will crucify me and evade the truth that lay dormant inside 
me, play your Mozart and your Bach mother is god in the eyes of a child turn your 
back but for a while let me live in my denial. Darkness hides behind the face of 
great do you trust your walk with deceiving eyes chant the name of Soloman its  
your prayer of hope whisper from beyond I am Zion.


Details | Free verse | |

Of Fences

He's aware
of the yard he lives in --

aware of the fences
that define
his constant existence

He feels his life
is missing
from the world
outside those fences --

He's very afraid
of what lies beyond them, feels
very safe,
having such a perimeter
contain his life --

and yet,
just
yet,

when roaring lightning
cracks storms into his skies,

all he can think of, all
he's impelled towards,

from the very deep in-side-
out of his soul

is to panic & bolt,
cause himself even bodily harm
just to
find a way
out, find a way
to dig free, to
leave those fences behind --

to run amuck, un-
entrapped, seeking
freedom from fear
in the very places
that he sees as offering
no safety, no
familiarity

Then, when he calms
down,
when he's done
with his run,

the sole object burning
in his primitive mind
is to seek again
the warmth and comfort
of familiarity and safety,

and he
returns to his yard,
settles back down within his fences,
and pretends to himself
that he'll never --
No, he'll never

do that scary thing
ever again and then,
as if to prove it to himself,
to convince himself he
really means it this time

he enters into the house
yarded by those fences
and goes to sleep, goes
unconscious,

and dreams of freedom
inside the walls
of the house inside the yard,

in the center
of the fences
that circumscribe his world


Details | Free verse | |

Dream Me In Black And White

Color me pretty
The way that you see me but not
The way I see myself

Wash me pure
The way you look at me
With eyes of unconditional love
You overlook my indiscretions
Judgment you never pass
Acceptance is all you offer
You make me a better me

Dream me in black and white
Like old time photographs
Faded
Torn edges
Jagged with time
To preserve the image that you hold of me

Paint me in red
The sweet blood that I left behind
Etching my name in the grain of eternity
So as to never be forgotten

Burn me into ashes
Let me dance on the winds of tomorrow
To feel the freedom
The release from my personal hell
As I soar across the sky of time


Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


Details | Free verse | |

Murmurs of a mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks.
Were clams closed mouths keep secrets.

Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh.
A open but closed sea of mysteries. 
The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair,
 as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands,
to sit upon a naked rock..

Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night.

Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan,
against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land.
Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique.
So sour the time of dying hours.

Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters.

Finally escaping  free in mystery

Escaping  free from lemons bitter acid.

Waters once drunken now placid.


Details | Blank verse | |

the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


Details | Epic | |

Contagious Judas

Imperfect tendencies emotional scars suited amber falling stars, 
paranoid blame oblivion shame beautiful southern waltz in cinematic
stubborn fault. Seven missing memories method praised shroud of shade
innocent mask guilty if you ask precious paths of poisoned passion raged
and belligerent as we fade. Euphoric flawed charade diluted in constant rain
unique perception of secret aim comfortable locked in chain, conjure magic 
trance surrounded authentic pinnacle devastating interval. Revered prophet of 
past impaired by moonlights last search your infinite glass testify on millions of 
preaching lies nightmares erased intervention with in Judas faith truth be told 
face to face time is haste.


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 | I do not know? | |

shhh

shhh. I want to hear you.
A noise in the air is true.
Voices I hear in the blue
say shhh. It's Me Sue...

Do I hear you? Is that me
singing through? How?
Many voices inner the side
Many lives onto past rides
Many many gone bye and
by and by I listened...

Passion and compassion,
Care and dare to hear it,
When and where to pair it,
Is a simple question.
I did and dared to ask it.
Pulled apart my life to live it.

shhh. Quiet is the beat
of elegant speak and beauty
yet to be known. The smell
is sweet the colors bright
and a light is always shown.
shhh. It's Me...
and I hear your tOne.

From a well of hertz, a love
is grown.


Details | Bio | |

Explanation Long Overdue

I know it matters little, 
At this time, I am sure,
But I've always felt,
I owed you,
A reason why,
We did not endure...

As I approach,
The final destination,
I've unfinished chores,
I must amend,
And I guess
It's up to each
Of us to tend...

It may sound insane,
In fact, I think it is...
I was feeling too much in love,
Something had to give...
All I'm sure of,
Is this, I do swear...
It was never a question...
Of if I did care...
All I'm sure of, that is,
Whoever followed me,
The luck was his...

I felt I was losing control,
Felt jealous and insecure,
Withdrew into a defensive caccoon,
But there's even more...

I knew I blew my chance
With the most beautiful girl 
I ever had,
One who shared my love,
And to this day I'm sad...

I did what I'm good at,
I ran away and hid,
My life was forever changed,
The dumbest thing I ever did...

I know it sounds insane,
And I'm sure that this is true,
But one thing I can swear,
I never ever,
Stopped loving you.


Details | Ballad | |

When I Stopped That Day To Pick Death's Rose

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.

His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.

"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.

The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."

The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.

A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.

Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.

The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.

But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.

Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.

Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.

There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.



My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Acts of Faith

Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.

But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
And well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.

For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Midnight Visit

Thump and flutter, scared me at first you see.
Again a flutter, flapping, what could it be,
Then as I peered at window above me,
What did my eyes look upon, oh golly gee?
Red bird upon the screen, was it a he or a she.
No matter of fact makes any difference to thee.
I grabbed my camera quick, before it could flee.
Zooming in with the lens, capturing it free,
Flittering, now still its tail spread outwardly.
Upon the flash, the red bird flew into a tree.
I quickly pressed buttons almost every key.
Hoping, I captured the red bird frantically.
I captured this redbird upon the screen easily.
Now I had proof of my midnight visit, truly.
This night, a beautiful red bird, visited quickly.
What purpose or sign did it have any physically?
No idea, maybe just a crazy red bird’s decree,
No matter what, it is a proven, real live story.


Details | Free verse | |

Sands of Time.....

A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes
freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath
calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface
momentary is the solitary life facing certain death.....

As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars
sifting sand through my fingers and hands
I ponder those before me who have walked these lands
I wonder if they too sat and contemplated how it began....

But even more striking is a portrait of the past
centered within the framework an unchanging figure
distant only as far as my mind will allow
reassurance..... is the glow of the smile,
the tone of the words even more so....
"be not afraid my son,for you have traveled well,
 even a grain of sand needs a friend and reminder
 you are not the first to sit in this very spot and wonder,
 you surely won't be the last of the lonely....."

Who in the not so distant future will rest his feet
upon this very spot.....or are we all,
just tumbling grains of sand in time......


Details | Free verse | |

I Hate...

The collision of my feelings,
And the confrontation of words,
The lies,
All the lies…
Hatred, hate, all the hate,
I hate…

Drown in my pain,
Until you suffocate,
And free yourself from me,
To free me,
I hate…

A million words burn in me,
A thousand screams call for freedom,
For salvation,
But my soul is abandoned
In the void,
I hate…

Let me fade away,
Let me turn into black,
Let me dissolve into nothing,
To free me from myself,
I hate…

Fear,
Free my fearful heart,
And take me away,
Anyone…
Let these words stop:
“I hate.”

Break the chain of eternity,
Kill the immortality of my torment,
Let my blood flow in my veins,
And let the air circulate
In and out of my body,
I hate…

I hate…
You…and you,
I hate life,
I hate me,
I hate…
Everything,
Hate, hate, hate,

“Hate , hate , hate”
I woke up saying,
With the letters,
“H” “A” “T” “E”
Sliding between my lips,

I cried loudly,
For I felt it,
I felt the hate,
Conceal all my feelings;
I felt it make me grab a knife…
I stabbed myself!
I stabbed my heart…it made me stab myself…
Just to free itself from me,
And to free me,
Forever…  


 



Details | I do not know? | |

All Over the Place

Goofy-
Go figure.
Wondering,
Numerous trips to Disneyland in childhood?
Now part of me,
Shake him off?
Gave up long ago.
My face is lifted in warped muse,
Monty Python,
Where did that all come from?
Blame it on the Tucson breeze of carrying silly sand spells,
Only to be caught right between my mind's eyes.
Like the Los Angeles traffic is not enough writing over the edge.
Loving laughing-
What Heaven will do to bring smiling moments through friends.
Than out of the clear blue sky of nowhere,
Little child mentor,
Never heard nor read,
Joan from France,
Beauty of heroism.
Who am I to be blessed in your taunting loveliness?
Walking the voyage from the dark corridor of history,
Never picked up one of your books,
No desire of reading.
Seen in movies,
Close as I came.
Tell me Shakespeare,
How do you manage,
With him,
Goofy?
How big is my floppy disk brain anyway?
Who's next?
You walked in my life,
Poetry Her-
Beautiful-
You carried the key,
Pen to write to release,
All I am in life,
And what is seen by the eyes.
Knowing,
It could be worst,
One channel of Reality Thinking,
Caught up in this world in my head,
Now I am awake!
Thank God,
I am blessed!
As I laugh,
I dare not asks what makes you tick in the poetry writing-
Here on the Soup Web,
I have a head-full already.

P.S. Having fun and letting it all grow wings and fly-
Mystery, what makes a person up to live life to the fullness?


Details | Free verse | |

The Darkness it Flies

The darkness, it flies
As it swallows your eyes
My ships, they capsize
Break that delicate pool surface 
As I fall and baptize
Your waters, they shake
They tremble and wait
Like clockwork, they give a life 
Right as they take
I’m glowing, alone
Surrounded by snow
And nobody knows
About the fire flies that burn inside
My mind and my toes
A fire of blues, of scarlet wind hues
Like feathers they drag
Across galaxies of skin
They embody the burn
That we ache for, a sin


Details | Free verse | |

My Lover

Picasso thighs and black eyes
Wrap me in swirling pigments of hair and flesh
As I spin deliriously in watery love
Drenched in euphoria that won’t dry
I stay warm in oceans of kiss
Skidding on a sound that has no edge
I roll on silken hills that squeeze
And gently tender the vacant patch that was me
Taking all that I am through fitful stands of time
I am a pebble clutching at the Moon
Dust blown about like falling thoughts 
Looking for a place to rest
I crawl toward memory so that I can see
But it disappears in her breath
I’ve slid past time 
And surrended all
In a place called My Lover


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Angel

A dark angel with crimson eyes        
Floated down to visit last night
I lay sleeping as he Lurked
Sensing his indecent intrusion
I kept my eyes shut tight

He enveloped my power
Awakened me from sleep
He sought out a way indeed
To tempt me into listening 
To a spot my soul would creep

I long to know why he came...
To show me his sinful ways
Why showing such evilness…
Mattered so much to him
Scaring me with a sinful gaze

Darkness and sin entered me
Dreaming I was not yet asleep
I dreamt of a Dark Angel
Then I noticed.... as I woke....
A broken feather on my sheet~


Details | Blank verse | |

Blue Bottle on the Left

Trapped, in the blue perfume bottle over the sink,
is the first time I met you.
It sits there in scent with nothing to prove.
No longer made, these moments.
You could maybe import them from France,
or Germany, but you'd be taking a chance at a replica.
First encounters are too precious not to be bottled,
don't you think?
For in that moment, the air grows heavy
It clings to freshly washed hair and wrists of pheromones
It solidifies, compacts the pressure 'till eyes meet
and looks of guarded wonder are exchanged.
Compliments trade air and remain to be plucked and
garnished behind ears of victors.
The first time I met you, 
we sat inches apart and yet I felt your very touch
Electric scent to be bottled right then and there.
But what if you don't know it when you feel, sense, 
see it?
Will you lose it?
Perhaps. 
But I've always been on the look out for a new memory.
Your's was just waiting to be bottled, blue and glass
Less a replica then any other I've encountered
never to turn sour at the wrists or wane
but forever yet, encapsulated, bottled to remain.


Details | Free verse | |

The Arms of a Stranger

The odor of warmth and affection,
The feeling of love and protection,
An isolated heaven of love;
I lay in his arms like an angel,
Like a white dove,

At the moment,
I am living an endless time
Of eternal happiness,
Life seems to be everlasting…
Life now, is a colored painting 
Of smiles and joy,

Words slithered between his lips,
Like tiny insects sliding on the petals
Of a bright-colored flower,
I contemplated his beauty as 
I heard his tender voice whisper,
“Thy beauty is like the azure sky.”

Perfection is what I am seeing,
His words kept on repeating
In my head;
In his arms I lived another life…
A nirvana created by his glaring eyes,

“Thy beauty is a mosaic picture on the walls of heaven,”
His words swayed like the dancing waves…
I lay there inertly,
With a river of feelings penetrating 
My soul like an addictive kiss of his,
I smiled…   

--------------------------------
My feelings suddenly shifted,
I felt tiny droplets of water condense
On my cheeks,
Were they tears?

My anguish was immense…
Sadness and grief formed
A body of confusion that mystified 
The fantasizing feelings I had felt,

Here I was,
In your arms;
My ally, the person I shared my life with…
You held me tightly trying to ease
The pain I was feeling,
The pain created by you…

The tears in my eyes created a reflection of
My sufferings,
The sufferings that tend to draw a continuous
Picture of your betraying eyes…
I cried and cried as I felt your arms
Hold me tighter,
I felt no comfort at all…

I closed my eyes trying to place myself
In “his” arms again,
The arms of the stranger 
That allayed my soul like tender music,
Like a harmony created by the soft,
Emerald leaves that danced with the wind…

I smiled again…






 
  


















Details | Free verse | |

Into My Dreams

On this blanket, underneath the stars,
sweet kisses of moon drops fall from
afar.

Words of comfort, whispered in my ear,
so secret, only I can hear.

Each gentle caress, my passion on fire,
brings new feeling inside,
uncontrollable desire.

Into my dreams, you creep each night,
cuddled in romance, that feels so right.

When morning comes, you slip away,
out from the covers, into the day.

When the stars come out, again tonight,
you will find me waiting;
just follow the moonlight.


Details | I do not know? | |

Whore

Comforting self destruction
Ice thawed by blood
Soul torn apart
Heart trampled in the mud
Innocent little life 
Trying to find its way
Child with no father
Cries the day away
Love without reason
Life without hope
See the blooming soul inside
Smell the burning dope
Pain that's been felt
Many times before
All because of one
Skanky little whore


Details | Free verse | |

Me, Myself, and My Soul

As happy melodies hum,
Underneath, the sounds of sadness come,
Provoking all the sorrow and fear,
That all hearts are forced to hear,

Looking at the glowing mirror,
Seeing the reflection of “Myself”
Shadow less, I stand,
Contemplating the solid glass, imagining “Me”

Hearing the terrified breaths of “Myself”
While inside, I am touching the joyful “Me”
That an eye no longer can see,
No sympathizing, no sympathy,

Through “Myself” I could feel my lonely soul,
Desolated from the incomprehensible world,
Surrounded by rhythms created by void,
That I hear “Myself” continuously sing,

My soul sees through “Me,”
Unleashing the pain, making freedom surround,
But “Myself” comes and interrupts,
My freedom and my soul begin to corrupt,

“Me,” someone that no longer lives,
Someone that tries to forgive, “Myself”
The person that took place,
The person living a life drenched with dimness,

“Me,” is gone,
“Me,” has disappeared into non existence,
My soul is surrounded by “Myself”
Cherishing “Me” by the colorful memories...


  


Details | Free verse | |

I hate to know how you are, Just remember what you did to me

I can see right through you, don't you know? ha!! 
You don't know me, but I know you, isn't that funny?

Can't you see what you put me through? 

I am very amused by this you see, don't ask why
I have no answer to reply.

But in the end it will all turn out fine.

Because I can read your mind.

awhh and I sieh, 

You don't remember why.

But here I am waiting for you to remember when and why.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Star Mark

To breathe, exhale into the dead of night
a thousand breaths like dandelion stars
We crisp the air in shadows of hindsight

The blackened gulf is blinded by the shards
of strobing thoughts and whispered melodies
in crystal cutting glass on blackened tar

We strip the sky to cellophane memories
a candle wick of dew and star regrets
with sticky tongues of darkened parodies

While knowing that a star long burned begets
and turns to ash and fallen bitter glow
our still exhaling tangible detects

To breathe, and yet to infinitely know
our wishes blow to space and far beyond
to light our future travels as we go...


Details | Blank verse | |

yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shades of Black

    I remember way back when I was real young, my brother and I used to have adventures 
    and we wouldn't even leave the house.

    Games full of hide and seek and afternoon cartoons. 
    We were two peas in a pod like twins at least that's how we bonded.

    All the neighborhood kids loved us, were addicted to our energy.

    It wasn't until we grew up a little that I started to notice the difference 
    between us.

    I was light as day, he was dark as night. 

    Same father same mother just out mind sets were different. 

    I got treated like a white girl even though I was full of soul. 

    I begged for his darkness because I was naive.

    To him it didn't matter. 

    He belonged to our family no matter the difference in color.
 
    I would stand by him just so people would see that I was black.
 
    Even though I knew every song, I knew how to dress, and shake just like a video
    girl some of the ignorant still just couldn't except that I was one of them.

    I got teased and beat because I had brown colored hair that fell down my back like 
    long silk. 

    My skin so light eye shadow wouldn't show when I put it on. I would stare in the
    mirror and wish for a darker complexion. 

    But this was me, I lived a few blocks from the projects, a beautiful neighborhood 
   with lots of houses we were upper class but still knew the struggle.

    A few gun shots here and there but my block was like the suburbs compared to them 
    mean streets that I had never crossed. 

    But I went to school right in the project area, you turned a corner and you were 
    right in the middle of it.

    I've seen many fights, weed smelling bathrooms, girls bringing knives 
    to school, alcohol in the cafeteria milk.

    I experienced it all right with them. I even had an temper that got my butt 
    kicked sometimes.

    But it was always the same comment you can't be black, maybe Hispanic but not black.

   I would always wonder why, just because I was light to me this made no sense in the
   world. 

   But I've grown up now and it doesn't bother me anymore because I love my curves and I
   know that there are different shades of black in the world.

   Especially since now a  dayslight skinned girls are the new trend.


Details | Free verse | |

Passing Chance

At the moment the flying fish go by
on the side of the bus with commercial paint
you tip your coffee cup and river
the cafe's table and chair

At the moment the coffee finds the street
with you laughing outward with palms in the air
the wind swoops up a red umbrella 
right out of an old woman's hand

At the moment the umbrella breaks it's silk
in a crash on a rusty old iron fence
a child reveals a chocolate grin
to the wonderment of her mother

At the moment confetti is wiped off the face
with a wettened finger from the mother's mouth
a screeching of wheels holding tires ignites
and sends out a shower of sparks

At the moment the sparks snap into the air
and the car grinds the ground in attempt for speed
the bus with the flying fish slows down
to let one passenger off

At the moment the bus resumes it's haul
with me on the sidewalk bidding goodbye
I turn on my feet and walk back up the road
in an awkard attempt just to meet you.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Facade

Im not one
to die for
but to die
10,000 times

You don’t know me
I don’t know myself
Maybe one day we will

Will know

Theres nothing to know
Theres more to me
than myself
Theres more to you
than you

Behind this façade
We are


Details | I do not know? | |

Trust

   How will I know what your doing? I cannot see you from behind, I don't have a secret 
power where I can see through walls and I can't read your mind. But what I know is that I 
trust you with my mind, my body and my soul and even though one can never really know but 
my heart is telling me to trust you. To not jump to conclusions, to not get jealous when 
you flirt cause I do so why not you just as long as your the one I come  home too were 
cool. I close my eyes, my friends say you have me blind but I know what I feel and I 
can't conceal that this is real. This is us and I have to trust that when you look in my 
eyes that sparkle is only for me. I may be a fool, a naive little girl to think that i'm 
your princess and you'll forever be my prince. But I've always believed in fantasy so why 
not us I trust that we can make it? Hold my hand and never release that bond and ill 
never question your faith in us. Your always on my mind, it's like the song says " we 
belong together" and I hope you feel the same way I do. To truly love somebody is to 
trust them with your money, friendship and heart. A flame so hot the candle wax with melt 
before I stop loving you... I trust we will be just fine.


Details | Free verse | |

Maybe

Maybe one day,
my heart can beat,
maybe one day,
a new love I will greet,
maybe one day,
laughter will live,
maybe one day,
a new life I can build.
Maybe one day,
a miracle I will see,
maybe one day,
things will be as they
should be.


Details | Lyric | |

WHISPERS OF MELODIES

The music sound so sweet
that you whispering to me
speaking in tongues
translate it for me
i cant go to sleep
because of the sweet melody
sooth my pain
whisper another song for me


Details | Free verse | |

Solar Plexus ( Sun of The Soul )

Solar Plexus  ( Sun of The Soul )

Tiphereth

Centre she holds the light
Connection to description
Concentration of all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes

Solar Plexus
Third state consciousness
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
Proposition to ignite
The sleeping Chakra heart

Sol sustaining
The augury of hope
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's 
Of living

Goddess of all she is

And without 
No acuity to perceive
The idylls
Of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
Of awareness

Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions 
To her radiance and adamantine warmth
Exists
Beacon she is
Living cell of solar system
Embodies Galactic entity

And what unknown umbilical
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centered
Touches this Galaxy of stars
Space Universal
Extends


Extends a phantom finger
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends a phantom finger
And somehow
Writes
And reads
These
Words





Inspired by Christie Moses “ Soul of The Sun “








Details | Etheree | |

Blooms

Bloom
Push earth
with your green
Reach the sun's youth
with tender, thin limbs
filled with sweet sugar dew
and honey sap for bumbles
which wait in eager buzzing air
like moments to be pollinated
and passed on in nature's conversation.


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 | Couplet | |

Beautiful Day

Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in its plight
Grips my very haphazard sight
Alas I cry but I look anew
Surrendering to wondrous view

Conjoining eves amid midsummer’s bathed conviviality
Intensely gorgeous plateaus encounter mystical assembly
Magnificent sceneries encompass still untouched milieu
Astonishment weathered by saturating the view
Stilled backdrops sprouting splendour inspired
Awed by intimate fervour the mind remains wired
When days have dawned and dusk has drawn 
Pray hear me do not grow untimely forlorn

For the day may draw to a close but know
Another so splendid will surely grow


Details | I do not know? | |

Silence of the Dammed

If others were aware, Oh shame
Hint nothing!
The heart is in the hand of a hacker.
 
Dare not share.
Fear retrobution, repremand
forlorn.

Act as one fortuitous.
Oh deception!
Specialize the fraudulence.

The exclusive confidence, a ruse.
To excoriate this being would serve well.
For it may never never tell.

Race to occupation!
Run to duties call!
Pray the tounge slips not.
Fear that many fall.

Oh books, they serve not.
As time does better still! 
Experience a teacher, will tell, may tell, of others will.

Guide the heart.
Your hand be true, and kindness give with thought.
Not all are as you.

To do as some they ought.
But mines are mixed and not so well.
They feel as you may owe.

Are they sad, corrupt, or angry?
To take their silent stabs so slightly,
as they trample all over.

All is quiet now.
Silence of the dammed we think.
As drying blood stinks.
So is this way.


Details | Ballad | |

A HEARTSTONE MOON

Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 
above 


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight Sail On Massachusetts Bay

Releasing the rigid anchor line
Leaving the safety of land in our wake
Warm July zephyrs filling the sails
Resting even hands upon the tiller
As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft
Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass
Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk
Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon
Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse
Gifts a moment of wine warmed lips fervor
Alone with the lights from distant headlands
Their essence illume the crests softly breaking
Gently swaying the craft in warm foamy brine
Faint guitar moments with my voice uninhibited 
Evoking past memories of love on the Atlantic
Aspiration caught whole in the sail as we lay
A fearless embrace in the ethereal darkness
Of midnight on Massachusetts Bay sails…


Details | Quatrain | |

The Inner Workings

Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic
when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air?
Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings
when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare?
Leaning tos, that is another discussion
for I will admit that I lean toward the tears
and maybe you too would admit just for reference
that you have the mechanics of a man of your years
But don't you think too, that a blending occurs
right at the moment two soul mates connect
and each leans in toward the other's attraction
they otherwise fell, in their days, to neglect?
Perhaps that is why your eyes well up quite rightly
when you see that my heart has been scorched by design
And maybe that's why I hold common sense tightly
and wrap it in gauze to be precious in kind
We are just truly conjoined puzzle pieces
with traits to be honored as sweet compliments
Whether it's logic or sheer, raw emotion
we balance each other in complete confidence.


Details | Bio | |

Given Time

Given time I just need to stand
let me see my parents smile 
trades what I couldn't do without
prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them 
because some days I blur them out
I complain that life was hard 
But to see death come to them is even harder
let it bring the truth 
I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof
its me, they are who the should be 
my realization is weak 
my imagination is fiction 
but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing
trying to take control of the feeling
but to lose all that with the past times
makes the situation rewinds on my mine
forgive me god now I am trying 
I don't wan ta to leave u daddy 
But I think I can make it on my own
I don't wan ta see you weak momma 
I only wan ta image of  you as being strong
Yes I know the rain don't only wash away
The sun is not what brighten the day
and its good to place these things together
but my emotions is lost though all weather
bring me though 
don't let me blame 
just give me the strength to gain
let me be who I'm supposed to be
don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt
god bring me close to my identity


Details | Rhyme | |

Time Impatient

Swollen pride
Hides broken heart
Time impatient
Rips us apart
Fading quickly
A damn good thing
Mourn our choices
And all they bring
Listen carefully
Speak no more
All is silent
When you close the door
Anger moves us
Sadness shames
Love surrounds us
And we're all to blame
Moving closer
To what feels right
Fighting darkness
Cursing light
We reject the familiar
And embrace the unknown
Never finding the courage
To be all alone
Long lost memories
Fading away
Photographic innocence
Shows happier days
Breathless whisper
A careless embrace
An image immortalized
Without showing its face


Details | I do not know? | |

The Truth Hurts

Walking down the block with a dime in her hand 
Still in her stomach is a seed from another man
Her mans not home but he's got a rock in his hand
She's going crazy cuz she knows that she did him wrong
In her mind all she hears is that same old song 
The one they used to listen to 
The one that describes it all
Three days pass by and theres still no call
Not even a letter 
i know God can make it better.....
And now it makes sense!.....
He loved,loved in past tense.


Details | I do not know? | |

Writing Skills

College none,
Highs school drop out indeed.
English I am still learning.
Tutored not in the writing.
Asked,
"How?"
Given life from Above,
Heart to live & breathe,
Seeking beyond me.
Author He is, 
Entrusted me with the pen,
With Lovely Words of Faith,
"Now do something with all of these."


Details | Verse | |

Parasite Alley

The moon sunk her teeth in a sky of black,
Over city backdrops and the scent of crack,
Neon spilled burning through traffic veins,
Dead man's handles on subway trains.
I tasted of acid in the end of night,
Snow descended dirty, off-white, 
Staring through curtains at six a.m.,
Into the kitchen and back again.

All currency spent in the cheapest of bars,
The ones beside wreckage of burned-out cars,
Drinking from morning 'till midnight chime,
With stoned stool-pigeons and lives of crime.
I hurt nobody, only hurt myself,
Sat in the shadows, toasting my health,
As sleep comes calling I start to fall,
A dreamer washed-up with no dreams at all.

Don't tell any secrets, don't tell any lies,
There's enough depiction in these blood-red eyes,
Don't require religion or my soul to save,
Or a shallow legend on a shallower grave.
I could preach you sermons to warp your mind,
I could show you things to strike you blind,
But the world won't listen, it remains the same,
Always leaves me stranded with a crying shame.


Details | Free verse | |

Madison on my mind......

The dry sand blends with her flesh
   as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley
      that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton
         tapping against the winds of me

Rain runs against the porcelain bottom
     as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul
         that resist me through distance but shall fail
            to the desire of our entwined chance in time


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightfall

Was it at the close of wakeful light 
  Rough cutting field and town, 
  The dark blade-cleaving deep, 
  Eyebrow sharp and scything down, 
  The landscape hacked to sleep. 

And if it were my dreamless sight 
  Of haloed streetlamp flicker, 
  Murdered shadows spring 
  To lope and slither quicker 
  As the chimes of midnight ring. 

What if the eyes cannot adjust 
  And discern the rise of day, 
  Screening past the chilly tomb 
  That so engulfs and hides away 
  In a heart of darkest gloom. 

What if I no longer trust 
  Evaporate of hearthside yore, 
  And apparitions die as must, 
  Would I freeze forever more 
  Beneath the sheet of nightfall's dust.


Details | Free verse | |

Sympathize

Swallow me,
Like the air you inhale,
And exhale the broken pieces of my soul
To cherish me in you, 
Forever…

Swim in my eyes,
And drown yourself into my sorrow,
Sacrifice your life to sympathize,
Try to live my life of disguise,

Bleed like me,
Live in the reflection of my wounds,
Allay my pain
And cry my only remedy…
Sympathy,

Liberate me from myself,
To conceal my lonesomeness,
Free me…
Into you, and be my sympathy,

Let your words sedate me,
Bring the feelings we shared into reality,
Feel me, feel with me…
Don’t be my misery,

If only I can hurl the words
That bled in me,
To feel…just to feel
Some sympathy…
From you,
My destiny…






Details | I do not know? | |

Truth

          You’ve past through this portal called time 
          Space, year, and centuries left behind 
          Faded memories still come to you 
          Clouding your judgement and you think they are untrue 
          But in the far depths of your soul 
          You know the truth in what you were told 
          Yet here in this space and time 
          You find it hard to cross over that line 
          There is  one that holds the truths you look for 
          The answers are all there and you will seek no more 
          Take your heart where your soul lies 
          See all your answers appear before your eyes 
          At peace you will be at last 
          For your present will know all your past  


 
  
  

  

  


 
 

 
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Within

Let it all out unleash the anger with in. Reveal the hidden side of you that was 
never shown before. Seeking the truth why you never shown this before. It burns 
even more than you'll ever know. You can't keep control of it. Your about to 
explode from this devastation that every one is afraid of feeling angry at every one 
who ever pushed you to the limit. Never feeling sorry for any one who gets in your 
way. Trusting no one with your heart. Crushing every one that ever did anything to 
you, because they treated you with disrespect when ever you needed some one 
to help you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Mistake

'Love is patient'
'Love is kind'
The thought of love
Can turn you blind.

But... Now we must
Take some steps
To verify those
Deep regrets.

The first problem you see
Was that. . .
He lied about
You being fat

That in turn 
Led ya to
Beleiving that
He 'accepted' you.

Mirrors were made
For a darn good reason
And thinking you are nothing special
Is high, high treason...

But no!
He's perfect
And no! He's kind
Seriouslly sister
You've lost your mind.

The recipe to love Is that
You have to love your self.
It's not about your facial features
Or the size of ya belt.

The man should be a rock to lean on
And not! A heartless swine.
So please next time. Do pick him wisely
Make sure he has a spine!


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Rhyme | |

"BEING FALSELY ACCUSED!!!"

Being falsely accused
This can leave a very bad bruise
And at the end someone will loose
Because somebody can't handle the news
Being falsely accused isn't good
When the person not doing the things that you think they should
I know it's not all about me,but it's not all about you
God knows the words we say,and every thing we do
People so often fail to realize there's 2 sides to every story
So just give Jesus all the praise,and glory.


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shunned

Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared to even breathe.
Like the feeling of knives unsheathe.
Sharp but not enough to cut.
Enough to scare like a door that immediately shut.
The hand raised to help you is a lie.
It is a hand that slaps you so you can die.
Rough around the edges.
Crawling in your dreams in ledges.
Powered to stay alive.
You feel people want you to take a dive.
Just stop, and fall down.
Hoping to break your mental crown.
Hiding a feeling that never feels real.
Like shaking hands with demons for a deal.
Blocked out, out of your own story.
Thinking that people are stealing your glory.
Ashamed with fear.
With eyes that are full of tear.
Lost in such hidden romance.
Luck has it seems to be a dance.
Moving around in your head.
With scary thoughts and dread.
Feels like you never leave.
So you feel so many that grieve.
In your mind that is lost.
Full of drama that holds you down in cost.
Keeping in the shadow.
You watch people so shallow.
Gut instinct says that life with them is a muse.
When your just standing your accuse.
Society is just so lame.
Like all the people that are in it your to blame.
Soloing life is a brief.
Walking away is some what a relief.
I dreamed of many things.
With beautiful sorrows of wings.
Wavered in a direction that leads no where.
Escaping everything by a hair.
Pointing into the sky.
And asking yourself why.
The cage is so big.
Just enough to put on a huge rig.
Moving back and fourth.
It feels that your life does not have a worth.
Caned by laws of laughter to deceive.
Shackled up to be bent to your will to receive.
When you hope to hope.
A person can just show you the rope.
They have such friendly hands.
Like the deserts of sands.
Dangerous it is to just keep walking in it.
Lost cannot find your way even a little bit.
Just seem like your heart feels dry.
Then you give up and give a sigh.
That moment that you do is just all a dream.
You are really in a ward you will scream.
Thrust upon you because you could not protect.
So what cost you is this effect.
Warping in to your mind to leave this place.
You feel full of disgrace.
With nothing to drink.
Causing your true self to think.
Grief is such a pain with sorrow to gain.
Looking out in your own rain.




Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | I do not know? | |

Diverse

Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.


Details | Quatrain | |

Mystic Tinklings

                   Mystic Tinklings


Mystic tinklings
	Ancient echoes from the past
Fleeting inklings
	Glimmer just beyond your grasp

Phantom footfalls
	When you know that you’re alone
Echoed choircalls
	Of a long forgotten song

Shadows slipway
	From the corners of your eye
Darkened hallways
	Hints of time passed by

Brief reflections
	Of things you did not see
Vast collections
	Of the things that used to be


Details | Lyric | |

Who am I

A tribute to Ramana Maharshi, a man who has inspired me for forty years. a greaty Indian saint he was.....Peter




Who Am I?

Sometimes I ask the question “who Am I?”
Am I just this tiny speck put here by trust?
Just a puppet in the hands of destiny
To be blown within the wind just merely dust.

Then sometimes I’m aware of who I am
As I stand beside a lake or waterfall
As the music of the morning melts into me
And deep within that ancient whisper calls.

Well I ask myself this question
“Will I ever find the way?”
Ramana told me what to do
Said “Do it now, today!”

Oh such a little question one may ask
Does the answer come and blow the mind away?
Will the truth arise to set the bird to freedom?
If one asks this thing each minute of the day.


Details | Free verse | |

Self-control and Discipline....

         Fasting...isn't just about eating food

                          Some of our thoughts can eat at us....


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #246 / Go wild

“Go wild with me”


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

God's hand

 Last night when I was watching the bright trail of the plane near so many stars,
 I cried. 
 My time is hiding in the endless stretch of God's hand that holds us all together in its grip. Together! 
"There's so much we went along together, and you left me." 
 Laughter can not stop, nor tears, nor time.
 
 Exclamations that do not fit any of the pain or joy 
remains etched in the memory of the gods. 
 Nothingness must have their own sense otherwise there would be nothing of our movements within our perception. 
 Changing your vision in a different environment images will not longer tied to one arm, which has undertaken to be our destiny.
 Try to keep wasp in your hand and you will understand how important it is that we might become the wasps.
 We welcome our escape in the greatest mystery of the origin of this farce. 
 Laughter can not stop nor tears nor time.
  
 "Walls of this city must fall in honor of our gods!"
 My friend takes the sword from his drawings and defend innocent busty women.
 They promised him a night to remember when he will get out from the clenched fist using their depth. 
 Sighs from paradise opens door in which guards stand. 
 Dragons and pumas on the path of transformation. Oblivion? 
"Do not come back! We will finish what we started! " 
 It's late. Clouds in aimless wandering and relief. 
 Feeling of exhaustion and laughter that can not stop, nor tears, nor even time.

 God's hand grabbed us from the very beginning of our existence.
 We were wrong in only one that we did not know to keep an endless pleasure. 
 So do not ever ask why the universe is infinite. 
 God is watching us all the time and can not stop laughing, and neither tears nor time.


Details | Cowboy | |

No One Knows Where the Longhorn Goes

No one knows where the longhorn goes,
When his breed is scattered and few—
He once was king of the cattle ring,
But his time in this world is through. 

We all must go where longhorns go,
When the bone moon falls from the sky—
We will not hide when we ride no more
And the longhorn goes off to die.

Our land must be where longhorns live—
Where we all seek our destiny—
This once was land still full of sand
With longhorns far as you could see. 

We all must dream what cowboys dreamt
When they looked out upon the West—
We all should lead the life we need
As we follow the trail that’s best.

We all must go where longhorns grazed
On a ride through the green grass sea—
We all must lead and protect our creed—
But most of all, we should be free.

The path is hard, but we will climb
Up that hill where the longhorn goes—
Though the trail is long, it is not wrong, 
When we know what the longhorn knows.   


Details | Rhyme | |

The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


Details | Free verse | |

My Treasure Chest

So, you want to know what is in my chest.
Well there is no silver,
there is no gold,
There is no hope,
there is no love,
there is no girlfriend;
there is no food,
there is no charm,
there is no honesty,
there is nothing in my chest.

It is empty,
filled with cobwebs and dust,
with a couple spiders hanging around
looking for something to eat.
I am like the spiders
looking for something to eat,
ingest hope, love, charm and honesty.

No pirates will come and take my treasure chest away.
There is nothing for them to take,
but they don't know of the secret compartment,
filled with poetry,
filled with art,
filled with culture,
filled with my own love
that I am willing to share.
Everyone always looks in the chest,
but never finds that secret compartment!
What a shame, for if they found that secret,
they would see life for what it really was.

My treasure chest is a mystery too most people.
I hope you all know,
next time you look in someone's chest
look for the hidden door,
because that place holds the most beautiful of things.


-9/20/13-
For the conest: What is in your Treasure Chest
Written by: Christopher Boskovski


Details | Free verse | |

Philokalia (Love of Beauty)

Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips...
Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips
With centuries of sacred silence ;

After I pass the sacred glass beads through
Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew;
After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name
With one thousand sad prayers,
With faith that can move the mountains,
With complete devotion and obedience,
Silent like a statue of long endurance,
Could I remember her again?

From eternity, for ever had been
Above the waters without border,
The light of that very beginning in no world
And no time, but this cloud and the first Word
Who changed the trembling no time's order,
So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green…

Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: 
Lost you'll be for this world, my friend…
But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard
In front of the rocks with human face.
With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend...

Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear:
With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September;
And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber. 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Death Of Marie Antoinette

 THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
 (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Free verse | |

Unifying Theories of Chemistry

Unifying Theories of Chemistry 

Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses

And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding

So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin

As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions 

While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing

And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth

Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth

This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born

While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty

Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental

Unity
 



 


Details | Lyric | |

The castle of my dreams

The castle of my dreams has the purple windows.
Through this windows you can not see the widows,
only you can see are strange shadows
walking through the mirrors.

The thunder and an angel announce
a galactic storm with extremely changes
for all creatures in our false world.

The mining camp is empty, someone have taken all gold.
These are the same people who have stolen 
our freedom, our mind.

I know one thing about this life 
that the simple wishes never comes.
Only salvation is that you must escape from your mind
because the mind create wishes.

The castle of my dreams is defending us
from our screams, our fears.
The castle of my dreams is made 
by our diamond tears.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Wonder Why

I wonder why I do the things
I always seem to do
I wonder why I say it's false
when I Know it must be true
I wonder why I do wrong things
when I always know what's right
I wonder why I push and shove
when I know it starts a fight
I wonder why I say I hate 
when I know I really love
I wonder why I run from rain
when it's falling from above
I wonder why I say It's bad
when I know it's really good
I wonder why I say I won't
when I know I always should
I wonder why the sun is warm 
when it sits so far away
I wonder why the nights are cold 
then it warms up though the day
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why it's so
I wonder why, because I'm alive
that's why I'll always want to know	


Details | Rhyme | |

Their Own World - a poem about Autism

The people blessed with Autism
Are unique in their own way, 
For they live in their own world
Each and every single day.

The cause remains a mystery
No two people are the same,
For they live in their own world
There’s no one that you can blame.

They are special and quite complex
Yet their hearts are made of gold,
For they live in their own world
Most do only what they’re told.

It effects each one so different
Many are smart and work alone,
For they live in their own world
Feel safest when they’re home.

Many of them can learn when taught
But only at their own pace,
For they live in their own world
Patience is what it takes.

Their uniqueness is a blessing
Take each day that you can get,
For they live in their own world
You will know when you have met.

Experts say they must have sameness
I found this not to be true,
For they live in their own world
They’ve feelings like me and you.

One day at a time is a must
Give them a chance just to grow,
For they live in their own world
Their talents begin to show.

They all have their own little niche
Some can paint do math and more,
For they live in their own world
Have faith and don’t shut the door.

Some people are just ignorant
Consider them strange a tad,
For they live in their own world
Which really isn’t that bad.

So if you can ever enter
Into their hearts you must go,
For they live in their own world
Which is difficult to show.


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Dodoitsu | |

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Details | Monorhyme | |

Her Dream

She slept limply beneath a lantern glow
a stitch of frown upon her brow
through her dreams wove a song she did not know
a distant lullaby from long, long ago.
Outside the cold was muffled with snow
that sailed through the night and against the window.
Her sleep gave a sigh that deepened the woe
It rustled the worn blankets that crouched below
The winding song dove and sprinkled the morrow
and behind closed eyelids she smelled the sorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Our Invincible Defeat

The inner and the outer,
Are dissolving fast in space.
The ominous clouds of thunder,
Are covering your face.

The meek the mild and innocent,
Are trampled under feet,
As we go one marching blindly,
To our invincible defeat.

No more calling softly,
No more calling you,
We've lost our hope and loving,
What once we thought was true.

And now the choice is coming,
Riding on a wave,
To be a free man dying,
Or be a mad man's slave.

And now the drums are drumming,
Drumming down the line,
Will you be marching forwards?
Will you be deaf and blind?

Will the light of sacred meaning?
Shine from bottom of your heart?
As the soldiers go on marching,
Tearing our humanity apart.

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Details | Blank verse | |

Yumitripela

whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him

i greet you
you greet me
we talk and
we talk and
we talk
we are silent because
we are thinking of him
we are silent

so long ago it is
almost forgotten
i think it is ten years
you say it is twenty
we both have forgotten
for that is much better
it soon will be thirty
we keep on forgetting

it was on a day
that was much like today
it was grey
it was cloudy
no blue in the skies
but neither did rain fall
and to our surprise we saw
specks of a rainbow
we searched and we found it
the hole in the clouds

i know not the season
because it was cloudy
it felt like the winter
when snow had all melted
but also like summer
when sunshine was missing
and we were together
together with him

i still do recall that
it was on the third
but i know not the month
and i know not the year
or the day of the week
but whenever i see
number three written down
i am thinking of you
i am thinking of him
i still do recall
how that day did begin 
when it all felt exciting
for we were together
together with him

our lives seemed so splendid
our lives seemed so good and
our lives seemed eternal
for you and for me
and especially for him

we three went out strolling
although it was freezing
but it was not raining
so we went out strolling
together with him

one  question keeps nagging us
who is to blame for this
this could be  my fault
or this could be your fault
or this could be his fault
yes this could be his fault
we did it together
yes i did it
you did it
he did it too

they asked us what happened
but we just kept silent
they asked and they asked us
but i just kept silent
and you just kept silent
yes we both kept silent
too long and too guilty
we found not the words
not for me
not for you
not for him

we’re now linked together
forever connected

forever connected
with you and with him

whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


Details | Narrative | |

A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Wedding

Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

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Details | Sonnet | |

Loves deadly spell

Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life

Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never

a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"

Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?


Details | Free verse | |

The Igniter

my heart, my engine
my thoughts,the igniter..

some day, when my engine dies out
my soul shall drift away, seaking to find new answers
in another dimensions, which I haven`t yet seen

my everything, my awakening
igniting the spark, which will lead me into a holy land

imagine time..standing still
no moments from now til then
frozen in a forever now

explicit, raw emotions
time tickin, life`s like a ferris wheel
lowest point, slowly moving to the highest point
from up there, I can see the whole world

my heart, my engine
my thoughts, the igniter..


A.Ertsland
June 2nd 2012


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

CONFUSED

I am more than a menace to society
There’s a twist in my sobriety
Please help me sculpt my destiny
Help me return to incorruptibility

Why do I believe Google not your holy book?
Why do I trust the teacher not the parent?
Why do I have faith in the label not the quality?
Why do I confide in counselors not my spouse?

Strangers become closer than siblings
Democracy daunts more than dictatorship
Price becomes more important than value
Which God do I praise and worship?

Who is the custodian of my conscience?
Who is the guardian of my scruples?
Who is the protector of my principles?
Who is the curator of my values and visions?

What if all that I know turned out false?
What if we were wrong about everything?
What if we weren’t who we thought we were?
What if infinity and zero were vice versa?


Details | I do not know? | |

so honesty , so true

so honest

i know your afraid to love , for the simple fact you are hurting yourself inside, why 
hide from your feelings inside, explore the obvious of the nature that you can bring and 
just believe in yourself through all means, keep your head up no matter what life has in 
store for you. now you know through all of this you will make it through, be conscience 
of your surroundings and care for the next man , before you know it your life is still in 
your hands , so be honest to yourself and others no matter what god got you covered...


Details | Ghazal | |

How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.


Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Block- What THEN




                       LACTATING words from the Breast of my Brain.
                          Not inextricably attached; Plethora of Pain.

                        Battles erupting; my Tongue and Invisible Ink.
                                Mind criminated; Unable to Think.

                       Meticulous Attention not given to my Habile Pen.
                     Tongue not Cognizant; Lost of Words; What THEN?


Details | Ode | |

Mysteries of Human Hairs

Mysteries of Human Hairs Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble, When nicely looked after and softly taken care of. Your beauty and elegance has often inspired, Your softness and shines have captivated many To put their hearts on fire, Your aroma can evoke to extremes, Passion and lust like streams. The lustrous beauty of these hairs, Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions, To win only a Helen of Troy and Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors. Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs, Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages, Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs. Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters, Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world, While many have altered their existence, completely, To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls, Even the dullness of your hairs too, Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers. Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, When you hang, you look like dark clouds, Playing on the forehead of a woman, By watching such clouds many get lost, In the colors of your showering rains. Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever, While many have found the goal of their life, In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors, What a strange it is, that still many Would like and love to get sacrificed, In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever. It is also a hard truth of the world and Of our human life and air that, Even some saints too have fallen prey, Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors. Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms, In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines, To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs. Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and Even most powerful men of this earth, Have lost the edge of their swards, Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing, Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms. What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure, Making many men and even women, Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010 Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

When I grow old

I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow

Yesterday I thought about what I'm writing today
I know I'm holding the pen right now
A clean white page between my hands
Getting darker and darker
Every time the pen runs into it
What I don’t know
Is whether the pen will reach his goal
Or fall down before finishing this letter
Because I know nothing about tomorrow

Tomorrow is a mysterious ghost
Barley seen so far away
It could be an angle
A demon
Or maybe a black cloud
By the weakest wisp of wind
It breaks
Flushes away
Like it all was nothing

Tomorrow is an ocean
Noise of high waves fighting
Filling the air around
You never know what it holds deep inside
Is it jewels and pearls
Or the red reckless  death?

Tomorrow is out of mind
Tomorrow is out of sight
Even when someone raises his foot
He never knows
Will it land next on the edge of his palace
Or the edge of his grave

Tomorrow is a chest
Filled with secrets and mysteries
Visions spinning around
Minds with which are bound
Eyes tracking it down
But it never reveals a secret

I can imagine tomorrow now
Sitting on his throne
Looking at our hopes and wishes
So naïve and ridiculous
Smiling in petty
Telling himself
If they could know they're collecting heritage
If they could know they're building destruction
They wouldn't bother

Man has removed every obstacle
Digged deep into the ground
Took stairs to the sky
Lived between its stars
Dived in the deep seas
Stolen their treasures
Traveled by his mind to the oldest centuries
He could barely hear the mind talks
His intelligence revealed every secret
Opened every door
But he fell so hopeless
So Powerless
In front of tomorrow's door
Couldn't open it
Couldn’t even dare to knock

You strange mysterious ghost
Hidden behind the mask of unknown
May you move your mask a bit
So we can see a little detail of your face
Or not
Just come a little closer
Maybe we could see how you look like from behind the mask
We really miss you
Our hearts have melted down
Waiting for you 

Tomorrow,
We have wishes
Some are big
Some are tiny
And so many hopes
Either good or bad
Tell us about them
How will they end up
Will you treat them with humility
Or with a little respect

No tomorrow,
Keep your secrets inside your chest
Keep your mask on
Never tell us a thing 
So our souls won't die of greave
We are alive by hopes
Even if they are false
Happy with our wishes
Even if they were just lies

Man's life is nothing but wishes
If they fade away
Then life will be next!


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Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day


Details | Haiku | |

My Journey

My home on my back
Yet my journey never ends
Forever searching...


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


Details | Free verse | |

Supreme Loneliness

Crowded city dying souls
Central of earth
Millions souls crafting their destiny
Heart of cities of iron plastic
Multitude traffic Lights

Dead crowd smile
Waving statues of emptiness
Stranger within misery of night
Priceless heartless so hollow
Snatch within our game
Silence through the middle of universe
Reflection your supreme Loneliness …

Playing game within yourself
Void in universe
Creators of game
Was it your reason to play game…………..
Behold children of loneliness

Curtain whisper
Creation starts to be alive …
Listen to the water, bed, pictures
They sing in the middle of the night
A soft whisper I’m alive this is your last trip!

Sit on train Ride this life journey with me
Living in this life alive ……
Your lips whisper in this Nudity
Reveal your hidden secrets begging
Sleep on my bed soft whispers
Tears and smile welcome to our universe lounge

Jul 8 09


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Rhyme | |

Serving A Great Church Or A Great God

Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!” “We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!” “We have great people too..” “This is most certain!” “You’re invited to a service that is really great.” “It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.” “You’ll find a great service in just one hour!” “You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.” “The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!” “Getting more people into our building is our goal!” I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?” In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ’ body’s purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a “good feeling?” Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem “old fashioned.” I’d rather have Jesus than the “greatness of a church” any day. I’ll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It’s in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


Details | I do not know? | |

Behind these walls

Walls of a building, structure
barrier, defense or division
keeping something in or out
a screen, monstrosity
feature of varied size
built for a reason
perhaps something to hide
or show off like shop or museum

Behind these walls
there is a person that dwells
Within that person there are walls
specifically built barriers, defences 
that hold things in or out
guarding the heart mind and soul
protecting deepest depths of the unknown
Secrets and treasures precious and personal

Maintain them well
for once they come crumbling
tumbling down
Who knows what lurks within
Nice or nasty 
yours to decide
But do not trespass or pry
for you may not like what it is you find


Details | Ballad | |

Pan and Satan

Pan and Satan.

One morning I was walking in my garden
When old Jupiter came up close to me.
And standing by his side stood fair Demeter
Who smiled at me so warm and tenderly.
She said “my son we’ve come to give our blessings
And we’ve a story we would like to tell.
Of how the great God Pan turned into Satan
And child I hope that you will listen well.

For Pan he was the god of natures beauty
And he wore no taint till Satan came along.
He’d play his pipes so gaily in the meadows
Though sometimes there was mischief in his song.

Then Satan said to pan “well I don’t give a damn
I’m going to steal your horns and make you me.
Then I’ll build a master plan and strike some fear in man
So always he will live in misery.
And that’s the way old Pan became young Satan
Yet still the old one dances deep within.
But if the two had never joined together
Then where would dwell the ugliness of sin.

1990


Details | Rhyme | |

Empty Girl

The rain drops down in sadness,
As the sun departs the light.
Such emptiness and silence,
Death has cursed upon this night.

Whispers fill the silence,
As you leave this dreadful place.
Oh how I wish to feel you,
Wipe the tears right off my face.

Oh how I wish to hear the beauty,
Of your everlasting voice.
Oh how I wish to see your face,
If I only had a choice.

Dear Death, I do beseech you,
To attain my empty soul.
See my life now lacks a purpose,
Because I am no longer whole.

Dear God, I beg for mercy,
Please return my star-crossed love.
The agony strikes through me,
As you look down from up above.

And then I hear you like a dream,
“We will meet again once more,
All you need is trust in God,
To help walk through that peaceful door.”

So I sit there in the silence,
Thinking what just crossed my eye.
No longer will I mourn for you,
No longer will I cry.

My life was based on loving you,
But as you leave this sinful world.
I realize God will see me through,
No need for an empty girl.


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Ballad | |

An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are YOU Ready For Christ Return

Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and “o.k.” As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: “YOU MUST be born again.” Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. “Be ready for my coming” is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


Details | Elegy | |

THE SOUL OF MAIDEN

 
Destiny fraught with hardship 
So much in aconite life of the 
hapless soul
In row prone with some ponce
Who could save as she fret? 
Conscripted in a route routed 
march
On lisping lips of the wobbly 
tongue 
Like bird she could afar and 
appear in minute 
As it were when one is peregrine 
in gradgrinds
It could be anything but help 
Dove like as seen on thy alter
Not just a deist in your 
conception 
What could have warrant such 
Towards these wench 
If there were life after where she 
was
The issuance of ones isonomy 
to beloved family
Like teddy bay roaming in the 
hands of strangers
Straining in no altercation 
Yes, she live up to her mournful 
pride
Waited in many of her days 
Maybe the sun could deign and 
benign her path.  
 


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Feelings

The ultimate sensation and so pure, 
Skips a beat, uncontrollable, yet feels amazing,
Beating simultaneously - an intense magnetism


Details | Narrative | |

Confessions Of A Ghost

underneath a canopy of stars
only known by the universe
(there are so many….you see)
she waits…..

black silence permeates her mind
dusk is way past brand new
and she is stumbling on a dark pitch
neon lights glow inside her
                          (though seldom seen)
the eyes of a mask
pushing through the empty
               of a thousand masquerades

buried ghost of white light
hurried sounds of footsteps
and wells of blue ink burrow
                       beneath skin to fragile
as she trembles from the recall
                (inching in with devils claws)
somewhere she remembers
                  yet always on the outside
she stumbles in the night time

oh how it taunts  her lips
                    for just one taste
of sweet spring water
the luscious strawberry linger
as she suffers dehydration
quick flashes flicker past
and the stars call up a whisper
                she runs 
but remains motionless
              (feet glued to solid ground)

she waits…..

willow….weep for her
with your weeping boughs
                   (do you remember?)
for no one else can hear her
in the shadows of a maple
in a country full of desert
(muted by judging mouths)
            she cannot speak out truth

spirit sounds frolic
like fairies in the night
dancing in the wasteland
of what she thought was home
and she….lost inside the twinkle
of a billion lights that shimmer
with the mockery of reminiscence

underneath a canopy of stars
only known by the universe
(just too many….you see)
she waits…..

always she waits….


Details | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

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


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


Details | Lyric | |

Laughter please come outside of me!

Why don't you come out?  Why do you hide?  I have suffered and cried and this is 
no lie.  Why don't you come out?  Do you want me to die?
Laughter come out I need to feel you inside and out.
I need this feeling to "burst" out of me so that I can live again I want to be free!

Laughter please come outside of me!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Master Mind of Numbers

Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors,
I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore,
When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, 
Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person,
Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem?

Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place,
Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds,
Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers.
Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. 
Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone?

Who gets to judge about numbers?
Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. 
How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship?
More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age.
With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies.

When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong?
Doesn’t sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age.
Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion.
Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I'm Your Only Sacrifice

I'm Your Only Sacrifice


You have me live up to your expectation and provide even more,could this be your own private game?
You call me mean,but I can't be nice when there's nothing nice in front of me.
You call me cold,but I can't be warm when the world iced over.
You call me sad,but I can't be happy when all there's is sadness in your own eye's.
You call me jaded,but I ca't reconnect to emotion that died in me upon your very wish.
You tell me over and over to smile,but what the point if I long forgot to smile.
You tell me over and over to be happy,but isn't the point to be thankful to be alive and live the life given to you.
You tell me over and over release those emotion and let other in,but I've seen the broken spirit of letting other near without a thought of the trouble.
You tell me over and over to be less distance and away from the warmth,but all that matter's is that what taken care of is done.
You tell me over and over to not grieve,but who are you to say such words when your the one grieving the most.
Though these be my own childish whim's,I refuse to let my wounds have salt poured into them and you look over me while they burn and slowly disappear.
I want to let go but for all that it worth these weren't your dreams for me,to build that break wall not only to other's but toward you as well.
I will hold your hand even while you cry,I'll hold on until i can't.For you see I am your backbone your my light the reason for my jaded heart.
This is my own sacrifice,I chose this one for myself and not one given to me.
In ever little thing this is m only true fear.I will lose myself in the end.So call me what you want for it nothing more superficial scandal,That I have no need to control no more even if I be your only Sacrifice


Details | Ballade | |

As the day wakes up

As the day wakes up

Oh, such a lovely morning
The big moon in the sky
Gives to the morn such mystery
As the night begins to die
Soon the sun will shine on down
To awaken all the day
As me, I sit and write these songs
In my own sweet special way.

It’s good to hug the mornings
As the song birds come to life
Singing in great multitudes
Bout happiness, and strife
Then head off to their daily chores
Until the day is done
To sing again when evening
Does bid goodnight to sun.

Oh, such a joy this morning is
It fills my heart with bliss
Takes me to another world
And I can tell you this
There is no place I’d rather be
Than in these morning scenes.
They bring to me such harmony
And make life so serene.

15 January 2014 @ 1120hrs.

 


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Be Still

And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams
Rise


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Out On The Porch Sunday April 10 2011

The cool dampness of the morn wraps its blanket around me inviting me come 
sit enjoy..The gap in the hedge row calls my name; come into the mist be 
shrouded and walk into the unknown as the rooster crows constantly stirring the 
air with their vocals..The sun with its yellow light of illumination ever getting 
brighter and warmer draws creatures of the sky to fly and sing praises..There is 
beauty all around on this spring morn. .Silly Mocking Bird said Whip-Poor-Will 
and for a second he had me totally confused was I getting up or going to 
sleep..


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Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


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What Am I

What Am I?

I am long, dark, and sleek
I carry death and life with me
Others like me this I do seek
I can deliver death to those that I see

I have heavy doors; no windows thick 
I have a tail that is long and thin
I have a surface that is slippery and slick
Pushed by composite materials outside my skin

I have a sail and rudder but I am not a boat
I have fins but I am not a fish
I can swallow air without a throat
I can keep in the air however long you wish

I can not talk but I can make a sound
I do not travel fast but rather slow
I can see only the surface but hear all around
I can not travel high but I can go low

On the surface I may seem small
But I am larger than you will believe
I am teardrop shaped but not tall
Those I protect I hope soundly they do sleep

What am I?


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Destiny

An incomplete love letter
I apologized for the pain i had caused
Before i switched pens to express the love i still had
The regrets i still harbor
So everybody get on board
Men and women tickets, please!
Tonight we escape the land
But the hearts beat on, as the waves free our souls
Destined to catch the sunset in Madrid
To the lives we've chose
No more regrets
Just rocky sailing to destiny
Oh God, get me home safely


Details | Free verse | |

new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


Details | Lyric | |

The WAY HE SPOKE

He said get it NOW!
Don't say another word
SIT down and be still
Don't open your mouth
Don't even look at me

I responded.......

I went for it as fast as I could and dropped it on him
I said more than another word
I mummered with my mouth closed as loud as I could
I looked over his head as though he were dead

Because of the way he spoke!


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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Senryu | |

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


Details | Rhyme | |

I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


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 | Senryu | |

The Poetess

.

                                        Writing her great pearls
                                        Worn with pride everyday
                                        But shown clasp broken


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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Couplet | |

In Cinderella Fashion:

Imperative to see what fits familiar feet
with slippered glass and sand blown memories
of times which swift occurred then swept away
the remnants of a luscious perfect day
to wishes in the wells of self-defeat
and tragedy too painful to complete
the harmony eclipsing shadowed moons
to cool the concrete footsteps sunken hewn

It's with this feeling that I trace your steps
and hope to feel emotions that are left
like elements unmoving, set in stone
I feel them beat my heart when I'm alone
and in this solitude I see your face
as real and as alive as my disgrace
from blowing passed integral memories
imperatively set beneath your feet.


Details | Lyric | |

It's Not Over

Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Battle Of Resistance, Will And Compromise

Here I am, standing all alone feeling so isolated, depressed and lonely. The serenity around me is void of Life and Hope and vacuum occupied both sides of me. All these condemned me to the feeling of uncertainty. I just walked on without making a decision, and what I see in front is different from my behind like two distinct worlds but having one motive one rejecting me and the other embracing me by all means. The one in front was totally enveloped by total darkness and I was so blind to the point I cannot see myself. All I felt was doom and extinction and this feeling grew stronger the more I stare. Full of fear I turned back to the other world. The elements of Nature were in weird exhibition. The Dark-red Sun, emitting melting fire, and space coloured in a Purple-Orange mixture. Brown Rocks gushed out Silvery water, Large and bottomless Pot Holes as wide as Nations existed and filled the Earth as though the aftermath of the end of age. Different questions and scenarios flooded my mind my complex feelings, combined by all negatives, helplessness and hopelessness already weighing me down and worst of all guilt was making me want to explode. I focused more, down one hole and was raged on a girl been raped, felt intense shame as Divorced Parents neglected their innocent Kids sympathy overtook my being as children die of Poverty. Not taking this anymore, I searched for a better alternative. The second Pit showed no sign of peace, I felt humiliated at the killings and wars, the slavery to Drinking disgusted me, the sexual adventure with Animals insulted me and the rampant dirty Politics embarrassed me. Of course! This is also not a place to be. My mind is now made up to turn back to darkness as I did, an endless Bridge appeared. I walked through it with ease and Pleasure and a force behind me ensured I never turned back. With my destination unknown, I resisted strongly, then I realized the Bridge was closing up from behind. This definitely indicates a Journey never to return and seems to be the road to my slaughter. With my maximum resistant force, I ran back and just at the end point of its closure, I jumped swiftly with my eyes closing in reflex. Opening it, I found myself lying in a Room, very weak and in white clothing surrounded by heavy electronic gadgets and disturbed by computerized simulated sounds. Even with a blurred sight, I tried to figure out where I am then I noticed a woman in white as she screams "She is alive!"


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The Mighty Rush

My head is pounding with so many thought's 
I have to find a way to get them out without a doubt.
My Visions are running round and round with aloud sound, where am I?
I must catch up before they leave me, before they are stolen by someone else.
They are mine they are in my head I must bring them to life Now.

I feel      I feel   


THE MIGHTY RUSH!




Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are Church Doors Locked

WHY ARE CHURCH DOORS LOCKED?

I have been a member for many years. I attend when ever I can.  I pray and pay.
I guess, I took it for granted, but not anymore. I must stand up for all that want to know.  For all that need to know. No! I am not a  hero, but I would like to know. 

There was a time in my youth, when it was un-thinkable to lock a church door. Did congress pass a law, while I was sleeping?  Should I call the sheriff?  Why didn’t the pastor tell me?  Does he know? Did he lock the front door, side door, and even the back door? Does God know, the doors at the church are locked?  Saints, we are in big trouble.

Okay! Let’s get serious. Are you trying to keep something locked out? Are you trying to keep something locked in? This could be a sin. There are two individuals in the congregation that I can ask.  They certainly must know answer. After all, their name is Brother Lock and Brother Smith. Yes! The Lock Smith Brothers. 

Now if the Devil is locked up, when I leave church, I’m okay with that. You say, I should not worry about this.  Well! It is now at the top my list. I want to know more. It’s time to stop church crime.  

Dr. "G"


Details | Narrative | |

Desperate Measures (Complete Version)

"No!!!"-- that was the first thought that popped to mind-
I was in complete denial. 
I honestly thought I would be safe!
I did everything that I possibly could,
I laughed bitterly. But here it was...
Funny how your life can turn around in just a day--
My own personal demon was now mocking me to my face
 and slowly killing me. 

Inexperience made me struggle. Should I go for the kill or not?
 Either option would ultimately result to death by mortification. 
The former to a lesser degree though. 
So I decided to go for it, stepping inside a place where
desolation would meet impending horror.

I was now in familiar territory but my fingers still trembled. 
Touching on porcelain smooth surface, 
goosebumps~ as I saw that red, angry, stranger, giving me the evil eye.
 I was still contemplating on what I was about to do. 
Pain was inevitable but I was willing to sacrifice my comfort.
 Desperate people did this all the time, 
all without a care--why was I so nervous? 
It was now or never...

It didn't belong in this world, and absolutely not in my personal space.
Slowly, I closed in on it and tried to put a hole through its heart--
I started to pump the life out of that repulsive alien.
It was surprising though how silent everything was,
I did meet with some resistance, and it just didn't want to give in to me easily.
It was still mocking me in its own, evil way. But I was determined--
I was mentally willing it to die and my heart raced in a fiery flutter.
I was clenching my teeth, my fingers were turning white,
 and I was silently screaming in pain.
I didn't know I would get hurt this bad. 
I kept the pressure on until finally, it exploded-

Its life juices just splattered everywhere. 

I felt something sticky and warm on my cheek-
so I touched it and looked at my fingers. 
There was blood on it. Oozing blood and pus.

When I was finally able to breathe freely, 
I cleaned myself up and checked the damage. 

There was hardly a nick on my face after all. 
That wasn't too bad...
nothing a little foundation and concealer couldn't fix.  
The important thing was, my pimple was Dead~
and the Drama Queen was going to survive Prom after all.


**1005/June 2009---posted an incomplete version of this for the 
"Leave me Hanging Contest" here's the entire write :)
though did some editing today ;) --submitting this for
Paula's Bedevil contest :)


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Monoku | |

God

God – what a wonderful word!


Details | Free verse | |

Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 
Reeellaaaxxx! 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed


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 | I do not know? | |

In Cupped Hands

In cupped hands you hold a world of scented butterflies
where time hangs from a golden thread spun with tears and night
where nasturtiums grow from seeds of laughter 
and there is warmth over the rainbow.

In cupped hands you see a castle hovering in the air
with domes of silver pointing toward a world that lies beyond
with long-drawn windows shaped like almond eyes 
that wink and call upon a winding wind.

In cupped hands you preserve an unspoken dream
that is stilled in a cosmos pool dappled with sunlight 
that may all be lost with just a jerk of your fingers
and shatter into illusions of watercolor paintings.

In cupped hands you nestle the lost ending to a song
In cupped hands you hold a glimpse of what is real.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

23C


The digital face displays a naughty grin. 5:23am.
Sliding into seat 23C, I double-check my ticket just to make sure:

Seat 23C on Flight 753241698, with a designated lift-off time of 6:08am.


Beside me, chuckles Robert Anton Wilson's spirit:

"See, this is exactly why we appointed you as a Cardinal(the bird?) 
in The Church of The 23 Enigma. You are a perfect fit.
Son, this is a destiny you cannot change, 
so why not just make the best of it.

The plane might crash, be refurbished or decommissioned,
but the flight itself doesn't ever stop. Ever. 
Once you get on, get in, the flight stays on an infinite course.
Thank you for flying with: Synchronicity 23 Airways. Please, enjoy your flight."








2.24.2013: 23:57


Details | Acrostic | |

The Gulf Oil Spill

Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Foolish mistake

Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew

So much damage
People showed care
Invading land
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!


Details | Sonnet | |

Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
 
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
 
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007


Details | Rhyme | |

Quite A Little Wonder

After years of drifting around
It was time to close the show down
No need to be a pretender
We all have our little surrender

To give hope for tomorrow
Could we build on our sorrow?
Should I care about the outcome?
I`ll share with you,its my rule of thumb

There`s a thin line here I know
Love like a dove,or act like a crow
Take me to the limit,I know you can
Push it..squeeze it..see if Im a man

Maybe,if I was just your lover
How much would there be to discover?
So many things you`ve given me to ponder
Kept in my minds envelope,quite a little wonder


A.Ertsland
March 3rd,2012


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VII, Finis

                                                                    7.

                                                      On The Road Back

Serious illness instructs its victims
In the miracle of the normal life.
Spend time starting over on things you never think of,
And a new appreciation dawns
For the marvel of Being-in-the-World.

     Crisis finally ended, they move me down
     So I may eat like a human again and gain the strength
     To walk geriatrically about the ward
     Creepingly, yet exulting in my newfound freedom
     From the Sargasso Sea of lines that bound me for so long.
     Soon they would send me home
     To where Gulliver's god asserts his primacy.

There is in every life that question never asked aloud,
Yet waits for its whisper in misfortune's ear:
Why go on?

Why the trouble of going on
When we know all things, after all,
Make an end of themselves?
What purpose served when Summer's light gives way again
To Winter's dark, itself to give way once more 
Before the furious blooms of Spring,
This cycling of changes running blindly 'round
'Til all together, when at last we're called away from being
Will soon enough leave not even faint memory
That ever we, or they, had been?

Why go on,
When all are orphaned in the end,
When in due time Time itself will cease to march
When even God may wonder
To what end He set it all in motion for,
Leaving only an original Mystery
To occupy Forever?

     Yet still all things contrive to persevere, especially ourselves,
     Despite our cursed knowledge of Finality,
     Knowing that none shall escape eclipsion,
     But sensing that the weight
     Of whatever we have made of our lives
     Will add its dram of meaning
     When the sum of it all is balanced together
     In the great equation of existence.

We go on for the honor of going on,
Because there is no road back
And the bridges burn themselves behind us as we go.
The going is its own meaning
Because all moments matter to those they happen to,
Are defined by those they happen to -
And in the happening
Each soul makes its bright flash in the infinite dark,
Illumines itself in silent declaration
That it once was, and dared to be,
Despite the vanishing that follows.

     When all is said and over,
     It's perhaps best we measure ourselves
     Against the blazing stars and wheeling galaxies
     To find that we come out the larger 
     Than they in all their magnificence,
     In our tiny, burning brilliance.


Details | Sonnet | |

Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010





Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The S Poem

Silken skies surround
Secure sailing sloop
Skimming Sargasso sea
Seeking salmon, sturgeon,
Shrimp, scallops;
Several savory species.
Suddenly stampeding storm
Surrounded, struck swiftly
Skies striking, slashing,
Savage surly seas.
Skipper sighted shoals,
Slammed, sending seamen
Swaying, scrambling, scurrying.
Swift southerly swells,
Sending struggling schooner
Smashed somewhere sandy shores.
Seamen survived swimming,
Suddenly savage screams,
Strange sensations, sounds
Seldom saw such sights,
Surrounding sassy Sasquatch.
Savagely slashed sailor,
Satisfyingly strange supper
Sasquatch slurping sailor soup,
Savory sauce, stew.


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part I

                              "Nothing my hide from the hidden."

                                                                   - Japanese Proverb

                                                           1.

                                      Gulliver's God Goes Silent

Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.

Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there and back again
Crying down to the faithful the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Of things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible and communal Terminus.

     The acolytes' wishes are served,
     In serving one so like ourselves
     Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.

     The call comes in late September;
     A doctor's voice informs me
     Of a tale mad cells are telling
     As they gather themselves deep within,
     An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
     To flourish sans form or purpose
     Bringing destruction to the  temple they occupy
     Through their sheer abundance.

That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
And joined the strong knowings of my heart.

A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
And I felt, somehow, like I was drowning.

So it was that as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
And laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and  Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.

Skin peeled back like the pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
     Making decisions
     Correcting errata.

          And the god on the wall
          Moved his hands in passing across his face,
          But not for me.


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LIFE

LIFE


Life:
This drama 
This mystery
This enigma
This paradox
This choreography
This symphony
This phantasmagoria 
This poetry 
This ecstasy 
This apotheosis of 
Creation!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
       26 MAY 2013

   


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 | Haiku | |

The Unknown Mystery - written for contest

The unknown remains
A mystery to each of us
Yet so familiar


Details | Lyric | |

See Monkey See

The new year has arrived
With a new format for the brain
Made promises to myself
Made with intentions to keep

All the ones of the past
Now gone with an old year
One now at rest
One I gave all my best

New patterns 
New people
New thoughts
New harbor
New begin 
New me

Now like the old saying
It's time to
"See Monkey See"


Details | Monoku | |

Unseen Beginnings

Death is not the end, but a start of new life


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Free verse | |

The Murder of Crows Morphed into Midwives

I.

Found a dead crow
below
a Star of David
draped across a wrought-iron fence
surrounding a cemetery.

In a house
on a hill past Pandora,
I boiled the crow's skull,
placed its talons upon ice -
the extraction had been a tad messy.

Cooked dinner -
sauce resembled blood,
noodles resembled worms,
but I ate it regardless,
barely able to stop myself
from retching
over splinters of cedar.

Hung a merlot-coloured drape
over a bedroom window
with glass comprised of sand
from a beach
where I had accidentally cut open my hand
on a shard of seashell
in a figure-eight;
bleeding out into the ocean.

Using white chalk,
I drew a Pentagram on the drape;
a circle of protection
for the souls of future unborn children.
Pulling aside the drape,
I saw crows sitting on a branch nearby.
Tapped on the window.
One of the crows nodded at me.
It was a cold November,
the tree stripped bare of leaves.

Opening the window,
I noticed that the crows appeared hungry,
either smelling dinner wafting out,
or the sweet musk of my unwashed armpits.
I cried - a part of me died
there in Victoria,
watching the crows breathe in
my sacred death.


II.

Everywhere I went,
the crows followed close by,
little black magic men with wings
breathing life back into the soil,
into my loins,
into my heart.

Flowers bloomed in winter,
grass turned green,
buds became plump on branches.
I began to write a story.
King Solomon was the main character -
the son of the very king
draped over the wrought-iron gate
of the Jewish cemetery
where I had found the dead crow.
I always wondered
wot the Jews had done,
for the world to despise them so.

Completing the first part of the story,
my eyes detached from paper
and met the eyes of crows
watching me from outside of the window.

The Murder had morphed into Midwives
easing me out of the womb,
into a re-birth of myself.
I packed my bags,
walked down the hill
past Pandora.

The crows followed me down to the ferry,
as I embarked upon the next chapter
of my re-birth.
You(and you too)were already there,
had always been there for me;
been there for each other.

The Murder morphed into Midwives,
helping us to find each other,
or rather,
to show us that we had always
been together from the very beginning


again



.

~(non-fiction)~


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flaming autumn

I hear the crackling beat of 
Castanets and fast strumming guitars 
As autumns blustery storm lifts 
Fallen red, yellow and orange leaves
Twisting and twirling them like a Gypsy girl’s skirt  
As she dances around campfire flames.


Autumn Splendor -contest by- Russell Sivey

© Brenda V Northeast – a rewrite  30/08/2012  - (first written 26/05/08)


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Part I of Indian Summer

Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.


Details | Couplet | |

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


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Sixth above the Line

Tact was never your strong suit,
for you spoke from the heart of froth-covered lips,
spewing forth precocious, unfiltered tongues --

and I

absorbed it all as an overly attentive student
watching the smoke curl into a figure eight,
viewing you through distorted lenses,
haze buffering the hard edges of 

truth. You were the matador
prodding me on,
shaping my rage into a receiver/transmitter.
So many times I could have run you through,
gored you with sharpened horns,
but I pretended to trip or miss,
giving you yet another moment of professorial pretension.

Over and over again you pounded the madness into my head:

"The Sixth above the Line,
the Sixth above the Line!
The Sixth is most Divine!"

Yes. I honed the Sixth 
by mastering the lower Five -
viewed the tracks, followed the scent,
listened to a snapping twig
as my fingers caressed the taste of fear....

.... I learned to feel the beast in a whole different way,
to absorb its every nuance
until I could hear its heartbeat pounding in my thoughts
from four kilometres away.

Ironic isn't it?

Tore open my inner eye,
and when it was my turn to die,
I walked towards the edge without a moment's hesitation.
I died for you,
only to have Raven fill my lungs with Lazarus' sickly, sweetened stench.
Regardless of my actions, you were gone,
vanished within your selfishness,
visiting me in the torrential landscapes of nightmares,
twisting your tentacles around my floating soul,
attempting to drag me down into the abyss where you now reside.

Your maniacal laughter haunts me deeply,
I feel your shadow cross my path.

And they

fold over in laughter,
claiming how science has made fraudulent the claims of wandering spirits.
Of wandering Murthers and madness.

And I

in turn, fold over in laughter
as a machine spawned from science
spikes off the charts whenever you lick my cortex.

"The Sixth above the Line,
the Sixth above the Line!
The Sixth is most Divine!"

Ironic isn't it?

You taught me how to hone the Sixth,
only to feel you burn,
only to learn
just how wrong you could be....

....to figure out exactly how not to become you.
To push beyond the Sixth, towards the Seventh
and the Eighth, 
andandandandand,

and away from wandering Murthers and madness.








January 13th, 2012







Details | Kyrielle | |

Learning To Surrender

These thoughts I retrace in my mind
each sin upon my heart I bind
ingrained in eyes that cannot see 
O' God, be merciful to me

This spirit that dwell deep within
still calls my strands of soul to mend
in my thoughts I cry desperately 
O' God, be merciful to me

Gazing upward with tear in eye
how longing breath can only sigh
and guilt within won't let me be
O' God, be merciful to me

On cold floor I drop upon my knee
I plead in love of hope to see
my sin I've held without a key
O' God, be merciful to me

Soon a day surrender shall come
to learn a gift of ancient drums 
of faith He says "eyes shall soon see"
a lovely mercy given thee.............................


___________________________
  Contest ~ "Jack OUT of the box"


Details | Didactic | |

A FORMULA FOR LIFE

life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved
for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard
if you look back to your younger days you will discover
that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered
you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations
now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications

If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico
where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control
"drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about
now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout
those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations
are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation

The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust
for He is the omnipotent source that created us
for us not to lean towards our own understanding
but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding

God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake
we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes
we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation
that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations

The formula for living is to let go and let God
trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts
the formula for living is to take to God in prayer
and then let the will of God direct our behavior
we need to profess it and confess it
we need to address it and then let God bless it

So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix
seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix
the formula for living, the formula for life
is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ


Details | Concrete | |

Confession Chamber

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.

Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

A Shallow Examination of Best-Friendship

Playmates is all we
ever were and ever wanted.
To be friendly, frisky, rambunctious even.
Sometimes “ever” gets tricky seems
somewhere it got that way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Usually when I lie about the form, it's because it makes me laugh to do so... love you guys muchly! ~N


Details | Free verse | |

The Rain

You restore, you reinvigorate,

Unstinting; give life.


You destroy, you refrain,

Stubborn; take life. 


Rain O rain,

Thy blessing, thy sting…


-Titus Loh-

after-tim.blogspot.com


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Familiarity

What is it to me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years
the life has already spent?
Do you merely lurk,
and leave at a much later time?
Or, 
maybe
you are staying
because 
    you 
        are 
           meant
                to 
                   stay.

Then,
stay.
If you may.
I pray.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be 
hiding, 
conspiring;
themselves amusing.


Ah, the grand scheme of things -
                            a forgetting.
A familiar spirit we feel -
                            a remembering.     


(Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the 
strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To 
each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance 
of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your 
soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You 
have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget 
who I truly am - a being with a soul.



Details | Lyric | |

A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It’s plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn’t for him… I don’t know what I’d do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He’s given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A “heavenly interaction!” He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I’m very thankful! For all that he’s provided! I’m going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You’ve done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I’ll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

The Cave

The cave underground
Chamber of darkness musk damp
Secure place__bat's home

Cave inside fireglow
Outward facing light Aspens
Golden yellow hair

Cave fear slow echo
Hollow blank lonely scarey
Empty dreams no hope


Details | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Limerick | |

Where Did It Go

As I sit here and wonder where did it all go,
  Why did I hurry to get here is something I do not know.
My life has pased by so quickly just a blink of the eye,
  Can't remember all the things I've done or the reasons why.
What was the purpose of this it all seems so insane,
   I'm left with nothing but emptiness am I to be the blame .
Where are my friends and family am I the only one left,
   I guess because of what I've done this is what I get.
This isn't what I was looking for not what I imagined at all,
   There is nothing I can say or do and theirs nobody I can call.
Will it ever become clear to me why don't I understand ,
   Is this that wonderful plan was that God has made for man?
The path I chose to follow always seemed to take so long,
   I'm begining to believe that just maybe that I was wrong.
Thinking about all the things in my life that have come to past,
   Down deep I have always known that they were never meant to last.
So this is what it is like to reach this old age of mine ,
   I'm starting to see that it was never really about time.
Waiting seems to be all there is for me to do these days ,
   Untill the time that light shines bright showing me my way.
Feeling much better now that I have come to see,
  That there was a plan and it was made especially for me.
TAC


Details | Free verse | |

Lifeless


The dusk casts its shadow upon the land
robbing the light,
setting the stage for caliginosity .

Moonlight faint against transitioning light
stretches eerie fingers onto a land 
that allows no man.

Twisted steel, mimicking an uncanny monster,
stationary,
only its shadow moves with moon passing.

Silence, cold and unrelenting as death
is undisturbed by gentle breeze,
yet,
faintly, a rustle interrupts calling attention be paid,
will be ignored forever more.

Huge sockets once capable of sight
blindly bear witness,
a planet once beautiful and bright,
races through the universe
devoid of life.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Homeless Man Named Sam - Part 2

Cont. from Part 1

After I saw that Mission where all the homeless live
 My heart hurts, that we as a Nation, can’t even a nickel give
 How brave are we as a Country, but equally important, how brave are we as humans beings?
 When we see poor, sad homeless people and we just pretend that they aren’t seen! 

Living out of boxes, under bridges, or on some old street, wheeling grocery carts that hold all they own
 Standing in line for a single meal, or living in an old cardboard box, that so many call their home
 
That man on the corner I talked about, was standing there just yesterday
 All the cars just drove on by never stopping to help or go out of their selfish ways
 It was pouring down rain as he stood there alone, looking so tired wet and cold
 I wondered to myself, what would Jesus do for this man who looks so worn out and old? 

All my friends told me I was careless to have lent this man a hand
 But you see I couldn’t help myself, he was so broken down that man
 I pulled my car over and parked it close off the side of the street
 I waved to him and when he came I asked, “Would you like something to eat”? 

We walked together to the closest restaurant, a short block around the corner
 People looked strangely when we walked in together, but I personally knew the owner
 This poor man had worn out shoes on his feet, unclean pants and wore an old army jacket with holes 
It didn’t bother me to be seen with this man, for I could see he had such a broken soul
 
We sat there together in my friend’s café at a small table with two chairs
 I asked him if we could talk a little, then he began to tell me his despair
 I asked him if he’d share his name, he told me it was Sam
 I looked into those lonely eyes, those eyes of a broken man


Details | Free verse | |

Evolution's triggered DNA strands......

Music of the spheres,
spin their composite songs
frequencies which ring as crystals,
when the vine of  life triggers forward....

Maybe,there is more to the story in Roslyn chapel,
the vine of life from the green man,and
the music boxes in the ceiling.....


Details | Free verse | |

Gratefulness

To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13


Details | Lyric | |

The confusing world of Poetry

The confusing world of poetry

Clerihews, and couplets
Acrostics, and Haikus
Me head is spinning round and round
Oh Lord I’m so confused
I’d like to read about the stuff
But I really ain’t got time
I’m too busy trying to write
In rhythm and in rhyme

I never was so very clever
I flunked in all at school
I guess me dad, he got it right
He called me village fool
He tried to make me turn out clever
But he didn’t have a chance
Cause I’m a dreamer through and through
You can see that at first glance.

So I don’t know about complex things
I’m just a simple man
But me, I’ve wrote eight thousand songs
And I’ve done it cause I can
The words roll out like a waterfall
And they come just like they are
And I talk about love, and I talk about life
And the flowers and the stars.

25 July 2013 @ 0925hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Grace Paces in four faces

Grace Paces in four faces ………………….. Graces in four faces of trinity, three paces living in life races a lion, a calf, a man, an eagle A flying eagle… complete and legal Ah….Loves grace intervene… by and by one shall wean of Mothers milk to Fathers meat one shall complete by grace, amazing feat Meanwhile… Love’s dear child in love meek and mild a serpent spent and beat shall soon retreat as grace absorbs life heat A cycle of seven Love’s blueprint of heaven earth cycles seven/eleven of whorish bevvies Sub consciously… Human concepts grievous +++++++++++ Warning: A view from human concepts might find the preceding poem a bit preachy, as sub consciously this terminology has emerged of human concept for purpose of discrediting wisdom when it is imparted of Godly precept. While wisdom imparted on the level of human concepts is declared to be the only source and means of conveying knowledge. “Two Logics!” (Isaiah 55:7-11) (The Christly mind vs. the human mind) “You have the mind of Christ!” You May use it! Selah….


Details | Prose Poetry | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

torture

torture is love at first sight
fighting with feeling you cannot fight
loving a thing because of sight
yet not a word because of fright
torture is seeing a ring on a finger
yet inside feelings still linger
and the art of Gods hand 
takes control and demands 
that your eye's your ear's
your hopes and fears 
focus on that apparation
cupids arrow has landed deep
so deep inside that i could weep
and yet in my heart i know
that this is where sins begin
and devils they strike again and again
so why try win where i would also lose
fight this feeling i cannot use
and keep my feeling to myself
write them here tell no one else
place those troubles on a shelf
let them belong to someone else


Details | Free verse | |

The Marionettes

A drop of tear like dew drop did fall, 
with pain in the heart like a sinking star.
Like eyeless moths on the dark horizon,
the looming image of sorrow drifts.

The bridges move as I in stillness stand;
time flies by and so doth the distance.
Scramming like a ruthless vagabond,
bonds of restraint seem to have no bounds.

The world rests well and so must I 
knowing that tides roll past as destiny moves by. 

Birth, life or death, we are just puppets on loose strings; 
held by a power above. 
Till fate moves on, let us dance our dance, 
like the last standing dew drops on the blade of grass.


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | I do not know? | |

Fearing All

Life is full of fear.
It devours everyone.
Danger lurks in every turn.

Fear devours us.
Locking us in turmoil.

Afraid to look back,
Not wanting to know what's behind us.
Afraid to look forward,
Not wanting to move on.

Afraid to look left,
Afraid to look right,
We are all filled with fright.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The color of love

Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, 
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start

My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all

Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.

I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".

 If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and  break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.


Details | Verse | |

Out There

Looking out beyond our world
Are we all alone?
Should we know?

3/24/2014 - Quinzaine Contest


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight


                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 


                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 


                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass




Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Acrostic | |

Everytime I Look Around The Corner

I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/ 
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
 I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/ 
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
 I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/ 
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
 The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
 I try and overcome my own selfish greed/ 
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/ 
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
 But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
 Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/ 
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
 help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/ 
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....


Details | Narrative | |

CONNECTING LINES

We are living on top of the sphere.

Where questions of mind haven't yet revealed.

Some still stuck in pyramid's scheme/

Life has unforeseen purpose to prevail.

Questions are hanging up in the air,

Mind has been unleashed .

Setting one's soul to defeat the darkness/

Preacher and moron evocatively says;

A gift of salvation just like the other way,

Salvation granted for people who follow  their will/

As we seek for the answers,

our mind was built with faith.

To demand,to sustain  our starving flesh/

We all meet in a half-way where deliverance is dwelt,

Changing the world goes round on our feet.

In a mystical way we were molded by mud.

Our soul was given of a breath of life,

Sending us the spirit,the unknown force from up above/

And now,we as human creature--

Living the edge of life in a blast;

As the sun rest at dawn and the moon took its place,

As a newborn child sooner grow and life will be fade/

People had learnt to fall inlove,

Cries a river when someone has left/

From the peak of Everest to the core of the Earth,

Through the lands and the seas,

Blood is continuosly flows in our veins.

Life must come and go,but forever will be

Our hidden connection will remain mystery.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Stop Look And Listen

<                                               Look !
                                  Look deep into my eyes
                                 You are getting sleepy ~ sleepy
                                 By the Ring Of The Bell 
                                 You'll get up and Light The Candle
                                 Ring    ~~~~~~~~~~      Ring
                                 Now walk walk towards the sound of my voice
                                 Now kneel Kneel down by this stone fireplace
                                 Now wrap wrap those loving arms around me
                                 Now kiss kiss me on this waiting neck
                                 Now Don't Don't stop until I Close The Book


Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/21/11


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Mirror ... '

I Looked At The Mirror
Mirror, Looked Back At Me
I Asked The Mirror
What Do You See ?
The Mirror Smiled
“Same As You See”
I Touched The Mirror
The Mirror, Touched Me
Pressing To Break Thru
Glass Vanity
For Tho Eye To Eye
Sometimes I See
Mirror’s Right
 Is Left To Me
And My Right Side … Made Mirror Left
I Got Perplexed At Imagery
And I Turned Away From Mirror
And Mirror Turned From Me
Our Backs To Each Other
 Exposed Rigidly
But, Both Turned Back To Face
And Touch Same Place, And Be
Contained and Content
In Each Other’s Space Respectfully
We Shattered The Barrier
Between Mirror and Me
Back To Reflecting Our World
And The Same Things, We See …
Oh …  Mirror,  Mirror …
Reflecting You and Seeing Me …


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

White Rose - E

That of a different kind
A different colour
A different breed
Its colour pure and simple
From a complicated mix of genes

Petals of the White Rose
have never been plucked
no questions were asked to it: 
'do you love me or do you not?'

Only one has ever smelled it 
embracing its full allure
for others tossed it to the side, 
unable to endure

That person also of a different kind
a different colour too
black as the darkest of nights
so very sinful and untrue

Step by step he took 
walking through the forest path
until a little shimmer caught his eye
dragging him close by

Both knees on the floor
as he acquainted the pricks of thorns upon them
but for the pain he did not care
for the White Rose had grasped his stare
he lifted it to steal
to keep for only him and not to share

And so the white rose lived 
and died upon his shoulder
making the eyes tear slowly,
the eyes of their beholder.


Details | Free verse | |

The Homeless Poet

The Homeless Poet 
The Homeless Poet 

scritch scratch erase ex ex ex delete 

a megabyte of flowering words of expertise 

great intolerable words of dissarray 

dissing me in moments of clarity searching 

for an more simple plan 

Oh ewe eye have it now 

once again a poem within a poem 

  

Title:         see tom 

Author:    CHARLAX 

SEE tom run see tom run 

See the bus run see tom 

See tom run for the bus 

See the bus run from tom 

Tom is late for work anon 

A moment of clarity on my way to the lieberry kudos to charlax and to Thomas 

eye am just a homeless poet riding on the bus 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

This Day

This day is not like any other day;
It has never been, nor ever will be
Again.
Though pregnant with eternal yesterdays
And touching all tomorrows,
It is all we ever have to hold and make our own
- Those others fore and aft are ghosts,
To which legions this as well shall add itself -
Each new day defines us as we are, complete,
And on some special one
That will not announce itself
And look like any other,
We shall walk with it to where there are days no more,
Into that Undiscovered Country.

- So spurn no day as inconsequent;
It brought its gifts or griefs to you,
Subtle or profound, to carry or reject.
Seize each day, they are the prayerbeads
On the rosary of your life;
And walk close with them
Into each one's sacred sunset.


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Blank verse | |

GOOD MORNING

I have never 
Actually seen all this,
I just fantasize 
In theme parks and pubs,
During an Alumni picnic,
Or while exiting bookshops.

Dreamland concoctions,
Warehoused in letters 
After mundane names
Inherited from 
A not so erudite father,
I would have the blood pumped in,
What goes out
Must, after all be replaced.

Lines and phrases
Twisted through history
This way or that,
Like autumn leaves
In a tornado of dust,
Isolated
On a sunny day.

Sounds tell me
That life has woken up,
Time for cotton wool
In kidney trays,
Time for squirrels 
To gather nuts.

They will open
This sarcophagus
After me, beyond me,
Let the wisp escape the willow,

They will gather dust.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | Elegy | |

Life's Devastation

Life is a Devastation upon request,
When you live each moment like the rest.

Trying to fit in, 
Wearing a mask,
It's killing you inside, 
You have nowhere to hide.

As your heart falters, 
And your breathing stops,
You fall into the dark abyss.
Not knowing what's on the otherside,
Not caring 'cause you have died.

Goodbye light, Hello darkness


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Rhyme | |

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. 


Details | Lyric | |

Our Paths Have Crossed

Our paths have crossed,
When we each had our own sets of rules,
You holding to yours, 
And me thinking I must see my thru,
You had played the game longer, 
And knew better than to lose,
I played the part, 
Of only the blinded fool.

Me, thinking I was smart and not knowing how to gain,
Let you beat me,
Oh such a clever game.

The days of our speaking,
And remaining as friends,
Ended as quickly as it all began.
But with you on your side,
And me on mine,
We knew our paths would cross again,
Somewhere in time.

Now older in years and after bearing the strain,
I'm prepare to do battle again,
But this time with equal gain.

Clever you are and this much I have learned,
Don' t walk on your toes,
Or somewhere I'll get burned.

We'll help each other in our business affairs,
And make it worth our time,
But take caution when you make that first move,
To walk on mine.

Plan your moves with care,
And I'll be doing the same,
Don't expect my friendship,
Or my trust,
For this much, you'll never regain.

Through others our paths will soon cross again,
But this time I won't be in search,
Of a partner, lover nor friend.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Lunar Madness

              LUNAR MADNESS
His thought; desire; that driving dream he knew;
so real within his heart and living soul;
the thing he took and fed until it grew,
into the part of life that made him whole;
by doing things that people seldom do
to make it real, and reach his cherished goal!
   For who but fools, whose minds are now in tune,
   would take a thought, and bounce it off the moon?
                                                 
If given wings; by one who's gone insane
with lunar madness, loose in universe;
his wish for life would search each hidden plane,
and seek more levels where he might immerse
in pools of knowledge, cleansing every stain,
bleached on his mind by times eternal curse!
   And damp with truth, before his mind can rust,
   he dries in clouds of flowing cosmic dust!

His world is silent, everywhere he goes,
and dreams he holds so dear, stare silently,
at passersby, who greet him, but he shows,
no recognition to the ones who'd be
some of the ones to take the truth he knows,
and bring him back from where he's flying free!
   But don't know how to reach this paranoid,
   nor find the things that make his feelings void.
                        
It's plain for them to see, he's not all there,
but lunar  madness doesn't cross their minds,
and ships of soul, don't take them anywhere;
perhaps too busy with their daily grinds
to think of flying free form any care,
and seeking many worlds of other kinds!
   That he has found by leaving body still,
   protected by his knowing mind, and will.
                                                            
He'll watch the pouring rain, and snowflakes fall,
and bolts that light the sky, in summer storm,
to see the wisdom theree within them all,
as puzzles come together and to form
a tool to shatter down his prison wall,
that's kept him from a life that's soft and warm!
   But as he sees the things before his eyes,
   the other part of him still seeks, and flies

so free of chains that bind him far below;
the part behind, that's waiting for the end;
or waiting for the wisdom he will know,
return of one, his kind and loving friend;
that once set free, would only come and go,
far from the one who let it first ascend!
   Not knowing once he set their powers free,
   that lunar madness plagues him, constantly.
                       © ron wilson


Details | Rhyme | |

SCARY 2

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction

You're a toy, all looks but no action

So much beef, I can open up a diner

Catch me underground, call me a miner

I keep it real, you haters is processed

To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed

I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes

Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes

Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban

Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon

I cock my tool as they approach, get ready

Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady

When they get near, that trigger get a pull

Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule

Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame

I was long gone, before the law even came


Details | Didactic | |

Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.




Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Tired Of It All

I'm tired of the lies,
I'm tired of the deceit,
I'm tired of the rumors,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of all the heartaches,
I'm tired of the break-ups,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the hatred,
I'm tired of the sadness,
I'm tired of the anger,
I'm tired of it all.

I wish everything was perfect.
I wish everyone could get along.
I wish all the negative things in the world could be tossed away.
I wish, I wish, I wish...but this is reality, and here...NOTHING is perfect.


Details | Free verse | |

Drawing From The Deep Well

Drawing water from deep well
Clear _cool refreshing water
Drop bucket _watch fall
That windless works
That is if you do
Turn _turn the rope
Each turn gets much harder
A lot like life, friend



1.  Drawing (1)     10.  Watch(1)     19.  Turn(3)      27.Like(1)
2.  Water(2)         11.  Fall(1)         20.   The(1)      28.Life(1)
3.  From(1)          12.  That(2)        21.   Rope(1)    29.Friend(1)
4.  Deep(1)          13.  Windless(1) 22.    Each(1)
5.  Well(1)           14.  Works(1)     23.    Gets(1
                                                                                            
6.  Clear(1)         15.   Is(1)          24.    Harder(1)  
7.  Cool(1)          16.   If(1)           25.   A(1)
8.  Refreshing(1)  17.  You(1)        26.    Lot(1)
9.  Drop(1)          18.  Do(1)


Details | Free verse | |

Character

Light of day
brings
a visitor.

Magnificent, 
grey-haired 
bastard
from 
nowhere
but here.

Banters at me,
"There is a
plan for you."

With hands spread
illustrates,
"From birth
to death..."

Pauses
and waits 
for me.

Then in revelation,
"and in between..."

Comes the promise,
"is life."


Details | Name | |

in a different world

what if this was a different world
in a different time. a different diminsion
a different rhyme, a different reality 
a different dream, a different country
a different scene, a different feeling 
a different theme, a different crime 
a different deed, a different God 
a different creed. what if
all these variables
served to make one thing
and wars and making love
all part of the very same scheme
when nature joins with the classics
to make one scream. and that scream 
what would it be? what would it be?
it would be what God still screams
I AM,I AM, I AM AND I AM!
i am a woman and i am a man
i am a sojourner in a distant land
from where i have come i have traveled far
from just an ideal, from just a star
from a philosophy, from a dream
from a book, from a king
from a necessity, and even greed
from eipihany, from a seed
from heaven, and from hell
from science and magical spell
I AM I AM AND I STILL AM! 
from the powers that be, listen to me.
from traditions forging principalities
from dominions given men and angels
from the throne that see's from every angle
to man, to whom the angels bow
to the beast, fish and fowl
to all the angels that God did allow
I AM THAT I AM THAT I AM!


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A conversation with myself....

What do you write about....
when your right's looking left
brainfreeze from my slurpee
frozen in step....

What happens to my left....
when my left knows no right
solitary monologue
a dialogue with bite.....

When can my right and my left finally meet
........forming one action,
a harmonious feat....

When will the noise
become music to my ears.....
disturbing interruptions
a wrench in my gears....

Where is the unity
which resides in my head....
opposing creativity
idea's put to bed....

Where will I awaken
when I finally figure it out....
destination's afterglow
sleepwalking about......




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ALONE

This is as philosophical
As keeping the count, 
Binoculars trained
For a whale 
That will never spout,
This is not the season,
Hamlet knew.

The Pilgrim knew,
As did the Wife of Bath,
This is discovery,
A poem on the Underground
By Sylvia Plath.

This is the season of butchery,
Bullfights without rules,
Lions shot with a precision rifle,
Selective breeding
On Noah’s ark.

This is as dark as it gets
In a daylight forest,
As stark
As one isolated note 
From an aria,
As lonesome as one straggler goose,
Squawking, ‘take me along’.


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Dark and Mystical

Darkness my realm of forever seals my place.
A world that delivers my minds perfect face,
Remarkably my fantasy I cannot tell a soul.
Known only in the recesses of my minds goal,

A shadow follows my every move each night.
Now more than ever the moon glows so bright.
Demons not exactly, just my dream contrite.

My dream is to be announced upon a star.
Yes to be exclaimed upon universe so far.
Sealed and granted upon mystery flight.
Taken freely from my unglamorous sight,
I am the one that centuries have sought.
Calling for my dreams, nature never fought.
All upon the night, fantasy continues to grow.
Listen to the eve of darkness, you will know.

written on
03-31-2014


Details | Lyric | |

Stairway to Hell

So much rage
caught up in depression
now i have no one to turn too
i sit alone by my bed looking at the demon 
He stands next to the closet

I wake up every night at 2 am
just before dead time
He makes sounds
i ignore them

He opens the closet door
And slams it shut
scarring me 

One night he visits me in a dream
A dream where my family dies because i killed them
I wake up screaming
I would never hurt my family 

Sometimes its hard to ignore the other world
They make you crazy and depressed 
now you have to pay for the music that drug that demon to your home
All the metal music that killed you
The music that they said would save you

Ask your self are you alive now? 
now that the demon got you?

I think of how it could be different 
how if i listened to country my family would still be here
Demons are everywhere know that?
One is with you right now, watching you type your poems
Watching you read mine

What can they do you ask?
They can do much much more than what you expect
They crush your insides
Make your heart cold
They make you hurt

These demons are not to play with
A found out the hard way
now the pain wont stop
I cant make it go away

You will soon see what i have seen
Cling to god 
Pray everynight before you close your eyes
Pray out loud every morning
Be thankful you havent seen your demon yet

All of us have one
they are all over the world
They will drag you to hell with them!


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Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Lyric | |

Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Begging Wealthy Man

Once a man, an elderly 
Was in the sunshine begging
His face was dim and dry to see
Unshaven, unappealing
And as I stared he came to me. 

Trembling hands reached out to me
As I stood there observing
But I did not feel pity, see,
His ugliness emanating
I wished to, from the old man, flee.

From my hands, it fell in his,
A penny, mere, a penny,
He stared at it and saw it is
The most expectable from me
And wondered to the sky, what bliss!

But then as days went by and by
My heart remembered more
It filled my nights with many sighs
Of guilt for being sore
And to myself, I wondered, “Why?” 

But then a friend of mine, I met
Who told me such a story
Of when there was a rich man yet
Who fell to such great misery 
And who’s to know his fate he met?

I wondered, why I hadn’t seen 
The handsome wealthy man behind
The shaggy clothes and eyes so keen. 
Then I went, the fellow, to find,
And smiled at him.. I wasn’t mean.

That little smile was meant to be
A clearly thought apology
For having been so cruelly blind
To how a man can sometimes find
A fate as bad that changes lives!


Details | Sonnet | |

A White Candle

The warped side of the Moon shall fall to 
the ground.
I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond 
your reality.
Most will be wearing garments of 
untapped mortality.
Some of you’ll hear trumpets that are loud 
and sound.
 
More of you will be an embedded trap tied 
and bound.
You best remain in your God given Graced 
originality.
It will be a life or death to hold on to that 
pure vitality.
And for God’s sake don’t partake in the 
lost and found.
 
It is easy to lose your way through the 
deception.
Nothing is ever what it seems unless you 
make it.
So join within yourself become one big 
reception.
And make sure you have a white candle 
always lit.
 
Never lose the light of a white candle as 
the dark side of the Moon falls.
For the light of your white candle is right 
behind darkness and enthralls.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.


Details | Ballad | |

One wonders

one wonders ? i know not what tomorrow will bring not even the next hour , can one see for we may never know the reasons why? we are here to life and later to die the endless question from the day of birth, what is it that brings us here one wonders? and for all that it is worth ? an after life a heaven or hell, which is it to be is one already here ,one wonders to whom can we tell ?each day brings differance , its a brand new day for nomatter the weather ,one is always in wonder for you alone can only be you, in all that you think in all that you do, nobody else as been given your role, nomatter what the people say it is as its always been, we just keep one wonders ? how quickly time past to arrive at the point were all questions are answered to all that one wonders .


Details | Rhyme | |

IN HOTEL ROOM

                   IN HOTEL ROOM

Confusion is what I felt when I entered the hall way
My heart was startled as we entered the door way
With a man who seemed not a stranger to me
Eyes of unseen beings waiting for what's about to set free

Reincarnation is not something to believe by others
My vibrations strongly affirmed that nothing bothers
Religious groups never discussed this nor been uttered 
Not something important it doesn't even mattered

Just met him recently online without having a dime
Questions been answered I had for a long time
Having a strong connection to him made me rattle
I learned that he left me and died in a battle

Far in Egypt I died alone in despair 
I banished and born in a life beyond compare
Along with the princess who desired of him as well
My heart acknowledged him I felt it swell.

He’d done an in depth reading to me
That will serve as a guide in my reality
I learned about my future and my life purpose here
To become a teacher and healer without fear

I learned that we are not meant to be together
But to be one in this latest chapter
To bring forth the knowledge to use our power to create
A life not to hinder without the need to debate

In a hotel room all four corners shy away
The past was moved in our present as I lay
Eye to eye we exchange our energies
I gave in myself without certainties

Heat is boiling between two mystical lovers in the past life
Suddenly I changed and transformed into his Egyptian wife
Truly I can say we are two souls found each other to reunite
The sad thing is that we can never be out in the light

Love is not what we feel and think
Never will I drawn down to brink
But more than what we felt and thought
Better than things that can be bought 

Painful it may seem my soul mate has to leave
And I too right here have my own journey to weave
Sadly my heart is lowly and gloom as we depart 
I know inside me he will never be apart

Our consciousness will be bound here to evolve
Thanks to him my problems will be resolve
Love is beyond time and space
Doing our mission is a goal for us to face

To God the mighty creator be the glory
My Marvin will stay in my memory
Even if he doesn't believe in love
My thoughts and cares will always be here for him from above

All these things I say is true
And will always be meant for you
With you my mystical lover
I will see you in my dream now and FOREVER


Details | Haiku | |

Awaiting Dawn (written for Raul's contest)

Mother Nature sleeps
Waiting for the sun to rise
A new day begins.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Skin I am In

To be touched and loved for the skin I'm in.
To be felt and to fight for the beauty within.
How lovely the thought of a dark empty night,
Where nothing is good but everything's right.
Do you stop when the mistress temptation arises?
Or do you savor the moment behind clever disguises?
The human heart will not lie, and it's never a choice,
It's having the courage to find your own voice.
With passion and lust coursing deep through your veins
Will you reap your reward and let beauty reign?


Details | Rhyme | |

Always the same

I remember the smiles
From a thousand miles,
The crowd that gathered,
The smiling baby to be fathered,
The blessings made,
That their hopes do not fade,
I heard the general chorus,
The strength, the happiness, the force.
But a different group,
Came in a huge troop,
All, new faces of a different birth,
To witness a fallen strength.


Details | Sonnet | |

Times Three

You are but a noun do you know?
Inside of you lie me, myself, and I.
Residing in light of your naked eye,
This is how divine seeds sow a row.
 
Sown high or low,
So do not be shy.
And do not sigh.
And never, let go.
 
Orient yourself times three,
To person place and time!
You are rooted like a tree,
And it is secured to climb!
 
Who is that light form living inside of you?
And who is that silent one that you talk to?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Rhyme | |

A seven letter word

Some call it a path
many say it's fate
few are non-believers
the unfortunate
find out theirs to late

It's unseen to others
a roadmap designed
exclusivley for you
and if read correctly
the signs stay accurate
and forever true

Some unknowingly
alter their map
leading them wrongfully astray
their future
done in...
by some innocent choice
not meant to be chosen
that particular day
those unfortunate souls
follow a blueprint
with pages missing and torn
a journey that wasn't meant to be
is now
their crown of thorns

This seven letter word
has been hated and cursed
cherished and loved
also prayed for
to anyone who will listen
from up above

Now, the night is getting deeper
my thoughts more shallow
i shut my eyes foolishly confident
there will be a tomorrow
but one would have to argue
and eventually agree
that if tomorrow never comes
i would have no choice
but to accept that as my.....
D  E  S  T  I  N  Y


Details | Sonnet | |

Fly Away With Me

I’ll pick you up and make you fly.
I’ll sit you down and you’ll think.
At least until you can fly in sync.
We’ll go up in the clouds and spy.
 
You will know me because I try.
I bring you to the crest of a brink.
I catch you before you truly sink.
I am the one always asking why.
 
I’ll show you a sea castle,
Bring you to the dungeon.
I am the one you all hassle.
I keep you from bludgeon.
 
So pick up and fly away with me.
We have a great big world to see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Lyric | |

Roots of life

The deathly beat of our pounding feet
With shackles of life's disaster.
Bubbles of air contain great care
immersed in blurry waters,
Echoed dreams we shall  believe 
In everything and all before us.

Many a night we fear the light
Of Golum the greedy master.
We share aware of trees despair
Axed the roots of laughter.
Defined at source where love restores 
And bleeds happily ever after.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE REVELATION OF ME

Frustration builds......
Awaiting my personal adaptation to life, 
which has yet to be revealed.....
I stare into the mirror in search of all that is concealed..The reflection speaks to me saying if u can see me I
must be real...Then my mind interrupts and repeats, " Your truth has still yet to be revealed....
Things aren't always what is seen but sometimes is what u feel.....
Holding back one's true self from the reality of life,which is often cold and chilled...
But the realization!!! "of the lack of" life's adaptation!!!! Is what forces u deeper into yourself in search of "a 
personal revelation"...
Opens your eyes to see..... 
Life is what u make it, and it's "waiting for you  to demonstrate through your everyday,exactly "what you need it to be".......
So adapting to life is the same as adapting to me...
And now that I'm revealed,Clearity is found, frustration is released in I'm FEELING FREE......


Details | Dodoitsu | |

One Is An Lonely Number

<                                      one is an lonely number
                                        but the night is still yet young
                                        so I will pray to moon's God
                                        to send me an prince

                                       an knight and shining armor
                                       to protect his ones princess
                                       against the darkness evil
                                       beneath stars blanket

                                       as the midnight embers burn
                                       in our loves conjoinment dance
                                       the autumn's wind blows and howls
                                       I awake from dream


Entry For Tracie's 
Dodoitsu's Contest 
Gl All
                                       


Details | Free verse | |

Wait, my secret.

My heart sleeps.
I lead it to, tell it to,
Want it to, beg it to. 
Slumbering, breathe 
Painlessly in and out. 
In… and out…
In… and out…
Quiescent, breathe
Painlessly in and out.
Sleep my secret, sleep.


Details | Free verse | |

First star to your empty Night

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and 
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a 
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme

I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer

I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...

I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed

A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight

I speak these words into the 
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious 
mystical journey unknown


Details | Rhyme | |

First Love

In the instant of a second, I just always knew.
A flickering flame I caught in the eye of you.
 
A feather in the wind and on my last breath,
A deeper breeze of Sunsets at night’s death,
 
A Star beams on the Moon and lights up the sky.
I am in a wonderland amazed at just how high.
 
Lo and behold, it comes to me at the end.
My first love left me His message to send.
 
Look up and you shall see me at night,
Look down and I am out truly of sight.
 
Hold on to the very end for I am near,
It’s my voice in your heart you’ll hear.
 
Take one breath or even two,
I am the one always with you!
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


Details | Free verse | |

STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














Details | Rhyme | |

On that dark alley

On that dark alley, the wind whispered Listen, it said, I am the bringer of news Goosebumps on my arms, I stood and heard This creepy voice and looked for signs of cues None came except this cold voice, so angered! That dark night, I shook with fright Yet obedient, I gave the wind my audience I am sick, it said, sick of this birthright You humans, have taken to abhorrence Look at the plight of this providence! Pollution, everywhere and anywhere Nowhere, can I flow as free as air Nor can I breathe purity Nor can I sense chastity What has happened to humanity? As the wind lamented, my fright disappeared It shook and pity overwhelmed my heart But the wind talked once more, as I feared I shall bring forth destruction and down shall be those smart Those who think the world is made up of their sole part! Be prepared, it continued, be prepared for the havoc The world should be cleaned in each block I shall do so via a shock The time shall come with the clock Be prepared for the rejuvenation! On that dark alley, my blood turned cold And my heart for my likes become hard Even if with love and care it is mould I pray for the coming of the Bard The one to cure the world of this negativity!
Placed 3rd in the contest.... :)


Details | Acrostic | |

Twin Towers

T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.

T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.


Details | Haiku | |

Caterpillar's Gait

Caterpillar's gait
So unsteady and unsure
Much like my MS.


Details | Couplet | |

Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Love In Perpetuity

Joanna Davis You can pass it on with Just a touch It really doesn’t take Too much A wink, a smile Unspoken look There’s no end to love’s Great book Your heart will feel Soul can tell Passions rise to form A spell Once it’s cast none Can break All earthly riches You’ll forsake To feel its heat Breathe it in Love’s not a game you play To win Cost to give, free To take Price you pay Heart the stake Some will accept Others berate A single kiss will seal Your fate If lovers knew They’d never win This game of love Would not begin They’d be no children On this earth If women shied At pain of birth For as long as life They’ll lovers be Love’s here to stay In Perpetuity


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in the Beast

Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights,
I could always hear your damning scream.
So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain.
In the still of one of my Moonlit nights,
Entire shadows went completely insane.
It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came.
Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme.
That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem.
That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition.
And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes.
All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction.
He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name.

My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction.
To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain!
That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be.
My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee,
I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add.
His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem.
Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast.

Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast.
Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad,
Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane.

To God Almighty and to you earthly kings,
I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name,
Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness,
So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain.
I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name.
Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.



Details | Rhyme | |

Jon, Them Thin Hands See

(For a blind man…)

Sighted vision is a mystery.
Whether sitting on the divan,
Busily washing a dishpan,
Or sitting outside getting a tan.
Jon, them thin hands see.

Whether using salt and not cayenne,
I declare you amaze me, man. 
You work and live industriously.
I remain your biggest fan.
Jon, them thin hands see.

Whether riding in a sedan
Or walking on the street, 
You always greet the folks you meet.
Friendship never does retreat.
Independently living my dear friend.
Jon, them thin hands see.


© April 11, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for PS Member Congest:  Anagrammatically Speaking 
Sponsored by: nikko palmario


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Raining outside today

It’s raining outside today,
Can’t you tell?

Even though the curtains are drawn tight
And the only sound in this silence
is the echo of a stuttering breath
I know
That it’s raining outside today
And I know it by the gloom in my heart.	


Details | Rhyme | |

Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


Details | Rhyme | |

Begin to Live

Knowing his plan and staying on course, You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we’ve come to know Him. Never doubt He’s always there! Forever and ever you’re in His care. As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow. You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know. The beauty of love that’s only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live.
Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011


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Lady Luck

I am way up,
I am way down,
I am all of the way around.
I am your Lady Luck!
I am right here,
I am right there,
I completely care,
I hold zero fear.
I am always in,
I am always out,
I am here again,
I am Heaven’s great big shout.
I am mother struck,
With Lady Luck!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

Modern Delirium

Perilous addiction hell bent completion deluded cohesion.
Negative infusion feathered motion, spiraling down like a crispy weathered October leaf.
Faded grasp like the winter sun in vision the same but a difference so vast 
The echo of mankind never seldom to my ear, peace of mind never at cheer 
Bellows and bellows of screaming lucid thought crippled by the same resort. 
Wonky leg like a wonky chair bruised battered weakened and loose escaping like vaporing air. 
The ripple of contained liquid just slight but a mystery to the mass I am inclined 
Coned, padded, shut away, forgotten,  a pressed particle of cigarette ash in a dormant 
Hallway corner, 
Noticed by a moment of dust filled beams of light, exhilarating in such short time 
Gone again like black from night the acute jest of life, smashed glass left and unoccupied 
The heart so cold like bitter urine in survival mode soggy chip squashed under foot nobody cares
Nobody’s good. Lost in a cold shockwave of pain thrown to shore different than any other 
Too alien to mention too slain to fear a wondrous maze of capital esteem stagnant in movement 
Pointless art all curved and pointless oh where I am and oh where do I start.
Can I awake can I resound is this reality or is it just another calamity. Insanity gone beyond 
No track to unravel stability of the foundational start, just a implosion of art.  


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #188 / STARDUST

“And STARDUST we will be again”


Details | Senryu | |

Murdered

Murdered
Life’s sparkle buzzed, danced;
Her life absconded by gun,
Soul departed earth.


Details | ABC | |

AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Wisdom of Angels

Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God’s creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you’ll soon see, God’s message unfolding for what you’re to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They’re constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you’re feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God’s beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we’ll come to the place where we’ll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It’s a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011


Details | Quatrain | |

Why

Amazing love  begs perception,
wide the fields' uncertainty,
deep the valleys of depression,
Why me, Lord, why tragedy?

When difficulties we embrace,
is accident on purpose?
Seeds produced by misfortune's grace
lie just below the surface.

Roots of hope with blooms that rally
smother buds of pain and doubt.
These are lilies of the valley
turning breakdowns wrong side out.

Trust becomes our rose of Sharon
that is stayed by sacred sheath.
Watch the maze of weeds turn barren
as raring love springs thru the heath.



Details | Quatern | |

The powerful silvery stardust

On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony Of my own pigeon home, so cosy I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration How beautous was this great attraction! A blanket of stardust, a black one full of stars Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars Life itself seemed so mysterious And so full of grace so imperious! As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks Merciful must be the high Lord None knew why he did create a world so haggard! Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode While switching on and off the blinking lights Of life and death, such must be its sights! On that starry night, living seemed a must A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one To live simply with the wills of just Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon


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No Room

 In the womb there was no room 
 for a babe to thrive and bloom. 

 By the will of God conceived, as 
 a regretful burden perceived 

 by a single mom who can't comprehend 
 generational blessings she's chosen to end. 

 Angry tears drip down. Who could care? 
 She feels so trapped, but the clinic is there. 

 "It's not human yet," "You'll feel relieved." 
 Each familiar-as-Hitler lie is believed. 

 As time elapses, the loss has begotten 
 trauma and shame that won't be forgotten. 

 In the womb there was no room. 
 The chamber of life became an empty tomb. 

     ------------------------

 In the inn there was no room
 for the babe in Mary's womb. 

 By the spirit of God conceived, 
 in a filthy manger received 

 to a virgin mother whose eyes behold 
 the very Savior the prophets foretold! 

 With joyful tears, she praises the Lord. 
 Though fearful, she chooses to trust His word, 

 believing her Jesus' blood sacrifice 
 would pardon her sin and give her new life. 

 His cruel death was mocked, but Jesus is risen 
 for generations of sinners, forever forgiven! 

 In the inn there was no room. 
 From the chamber of death, rose life from the tomb!


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I'll keep dancing forever

I’ll keep dancing forever

In this wonderful world that I’m in
Everything is a beautiful dance
I don’t know what’s coming before me
It’s a sweet game of wonderful chance
So many get caught in the fear game
As each day does crush them some more
But I’m on a wonderful journey
Though I know me not what’s in store

The end I can see in the future
But what is the future I ask
The past it has gone like the dust in the wind
So, can in the future, one bask??
So I say ‘who cares’ it’s all nothing
Just an old boat afloat on the sea 
As it waits to be broke by the ocean
And join in with eternity.

So it’s all a dance, to my thinking
The good parts, the bad parts as well
And me I don’t know where I’m going
Don’t believe in no Heaven, nor hell
One dances, no thought for the ending
And so it’s the same with my life
I’m going to get into the dancing
Through all of my love, joy and strife.

7 July 2013 @ 0712hrs


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy


Details | Free verse | |

The Deer Bed

Cold crisp air this thirty-nine degree morning
Out on the chilly porch shivering from the cold

An unusual sound draws my attention
What could that possibly be this time of day
Three deer bedded down under the great oak
When they heard the door open spooked ran

The sky is clear, a very soft blue
Sun seems to radiate a halo
On this clear early morning
The color at the horizon is sand

Slightly tinted and shaken with pinkish brown
The roosters are crowing for the sun to come on
Their voices seem to oppose each other
As if to say this is my space, my day.

The veil of mist rises from the creek in the vale
Slowly creeping higher as if the cold air 
Weights in down in place

This is not a morning to linger for there 
Is no firepit or heater out here to warm 
The cold almost freezing air but the beauty
Is so inviting even though the chill sends shivers

Thank you God for this few minutes on the porch
It helps me to relax and renew my spirit
With this I can be a better person 
When I interact with others all day


Details | I do not know? | |

Sol

As sun peeks from scattering clouds,
nature follows suit as all gets bright.
And with plants reaching up to golden halos,
animals appear and bask in its silky delight.
Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day,
refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.


Details | Free verse | |

We Visitors

Dogs bark
as we are strangers on this block
the night
is not used to intruders like us
the crickets
don't even trust our footsteps

just past eleven
and the windows have eyes
curious
of our unfamiliar presence

and I can't hardly blame them

we don't spell trouble
but the cicadas 
and their fellow creature's trust
has worn thin

a dark cat 
(I'm betting is black)
is tiptoeing this way
he's been sent to take a closer look
the watchman of their darkness
whose intentions are
that we might possibly see him
and feel the need to go away

but the night is a puppy
and we're not going anywhere
it will take a much bigger spook
than a (black?) feline
to scare us away

we've got tiger's blood
and the dogs
cats 
crickets
cicadas 
creatures
and neighbors
all know it
we called their bluff

and it's getting late 
for them
but its damn early 
for us

grab me something cold to drink
it's going to be a long night alright!



Details | Free verse | |

Deceitful Beauty



To you, my breathtaking mountain
I taste the mystery you portray 
with one foot placed on your jagged edge 
I begin this trechory 

Shadowed with insecurity 
your tyrannical attributes profound
if only to gain momentum 
to slow a heart that pounds  

In Autumn's sweet demise
where your beauty shrouds your rage
one step to grasp the summit 
a careless slip...my life you take...

To you, my breathtaking mountain 
I rest without a trace....

___________________________________

,,b/b>


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IN FRONT OF THE CHURCH GATE

I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
          BLACK , white	
          Black , WHITE
          Wh…

Time danced on the cross roads
  with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
  found the sun shining
  illuminating everything
  except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
  ate up its hands
  and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.

Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
Yet,
  Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
  to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
Perhaps,
    WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.

Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill 
  and fell from the precipice
  and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.

I kept stringing up my instrument
  as I had only songs to offer
  that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.

The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
  -filling the air with its uncommon pitch
  and my songs kept straying in the corner
  looking for fortification.

I dreamt then-
     trees stretching themselves upright
     trying to peep into heaven:
     Deep fragrance of incences rising
     where I stood
     draped in WHITE
     praying with vague distrust.
  ……..
        ‘AMEN’
                ……..

I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
  and at the breakfast table
  I sat dismayed 
  as I remembered all.


Details | Free verse | |

In a Welsh Chapel Darkly

I know you see me from up there,
from halfway up the steep and twisting lane.
In early half-light as you take your walk
I no doubt seem to loom as you descend,
appear to grow, to rise from earth,
my boxlike rectilinearity,
severe and unadorned geometry,
a silhouette against the solitary sodium source.

I once hosted fiery-throated hymns
from dedicated souls in Sunday best:
“Marchog, Jesu, yn llwyddiannus”,
“O! Iesu mawr, rho d’anian bur” –
voices rich and raised and resonant,
so filled with faith, so gorged with God.
My pitch-pine pews were polished
by coat and skirt and trouser twill.

Abandoned now, unloved, slab-still,
void and stark and desolate,
with quarry-tiled floor that would resound
with joy were anyone to walk upon it,
I present gaping emptiness, a thing felt,
a cave whose darkness, palpable,
is peopled by retreating echoes of my past,
like timorous ghosts far too afraid to speak.

But there is One I must not name
who lodges in my roomy quarters,
cowers within my tight square corners,
seeking shadows when the sun stares in.
I hear Him breathing as
He sweats in His remorse, a thing smelt,
hiding from the accusing gaze
of His forlorn creation.


Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


Details | Verse | |

My Neighbor's Tree

In the yard across the way there stands a young delightful maple tree. 
Oh in the hot summer......when the hot breeze blows, I watch it as it sway it's green whipfull 
leaves, blowing with the breeze to an ultimate degree.  
If the spring winds are harsh then it bends it's limbs limberly over toward the ground. 
When the winds are mild it just waves it's branches to me cheerfully. 
As if it's waving to say. "The weather is fair today."  
The ground around it, uprooted, uneaven and even rather bumpy and clumpy. 
The condeming of the burnt house that near it once stood, as it left its broad scars upon the 
scortched land. 
It now leans a bit away from where the house once stood, as it seemed to cry when that 
house burt that day some years ago, but it lingers growing still strong and tall today.  
It has not yet lost it's leaves, even with the strongest evil breeze this year.
It still grasps it's leaves tight to it's branches
For it is now February and still holds its many crisp brown leaves.  
Why have they not fallen off, as all the other trees?  
It is much stronger and laughs at the winter saying." You are not harsh enough for me."  
The snow rests on its branches today as the cold winds blow. It seems so odd to see a tree 
with leaves covered in snow.
But the white blanket of snow rests snuggly upon the leaves, as it does to its strong 
branches.  

This tree, it is my nearby friend when I am alone,  as I gaze over the lawn at it from my 
window.  
Yes, it even in the strongest cold breeze, sometimes waves at me..... but still now nare a 
leaf has fallen to the ground from its many limbs.   
It seems to me so strange and odd the leaves have not yet fallen.  
Even in that, as a close friend would, gives me challenge to wander,  why?


Linda Terrell
February 15, 2010

This is a fiction story but  I do have this unusual tree in my neighbors yard.  
It holds tightly to it's own dry brown crisp leaves still in the dead of winter.


Details | Rhyme | |

The long ago scent.

Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds.
Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds?
They tease us as they make there way,
frosted windy dark and grey.
This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day.

My feet are bare, they sense the mirth,
it belongs to them, this enchanting earth.
I dare not tread too deep or tear,
for it might break this spell I fear.

Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame,
it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame.
The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss,
the moist embrace of drops are bliss.

I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song,
hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong !
Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man,
so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can.
So quick so fast your soul will know, 
jump the shrub and enjoy the show.

There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock,
they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock.
Forget it not for this is true,
this home's alive for me and you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections

Water, air, earth and fire,
they are all elements of life.
Secrets, lies and jealousy,
they are all creations of human nature.
Myths, legends and the common rumour,
they are all creations of imagination.
Then yet what are reflections?
Are they just a mirror image or are
they something more mystical? 
Human nature is overshadowed by
lack of honesty; lies
are the make-up of betrayal,
dark shadows overhang by our 
beds creating nightmares within 
our resting minds.
But still our reflections show
nothing of who and what we truly
are; our souls lay stagnant, like
spoiled water where insects roam.
Each cast of our reflection the 
mirror sours for we are rarely
true to ourselves and thus the 
reflection becomes cursed; un-restful
and feared.
Soon our souls become trapped within
the layers of dishonesty, they scream
like phantoms in a musky lake,
forever reaching out but always
hitting a transparent layer of
denial.
Until we are true to ourselves
our reflections will never cast
light upon this earth for our
souls will never find redemption
unless we allow ourselves to truly
be seen by all.
Reflections?
Mystical and forbidding.


Details | Verse | |

Life and it's Constant State

Life and its constant state
With a world trying to survive on passion and love
Some try to force other to believe it is fueled by hate.
What a misconception,
A twisted mind in an unfortunate state.
Having the choice of ignorance could be peaceful;
A way to cope.
Yet the knowledge of the truth in experiments, 
Mistakes and living life will bring you wisdom.
No you cant learn the answer to everything 
And likely never will. 
That is what makes so many things in life as beautiful as they are,
A little bit of mystery leaves the mind to wander off into its own
And truly attempt to make the best of it.

March 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Breaking Dawn


Of
Divine 
Glory
Pure and Holy
Born 
From above
Child 
Of God
Born 
Of a virgin
Born 
As man
You 
Alone
Bore 
All sorrow
Wiped away
All 
Sin stain
Then gave us –
Your 
Holy Name
The 
SON
Has
 RISEN
And 
Sheds 
His light 
For 
All 
To see
The 
Breaking Dawn


© Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Today and Tomorrow

Life is long,
But then again its short.
It's as simple,
Yet just as complicated as a song.

To think things through,
Is to not be able to "go with the flow".
To follow the rules,
Yet they say you have freedom?

It doesn't make sense
If you wonder about the future,
Because you never know
If you're going to live till the next day.

Worry about today,
Instead of tomorrow.
Because tomorrow is not what you're living,
Today is, for it is the present.

Life has its ups and downs,
But don't live each day with a frown.
You have to face the challenges of every day,
Instead of cowering and hiding away.


Details | Lyric | |

A lantern in tthe night

Lantern In The Night.

Oh you who’d like the world to change
Oh you who’d wish that peace could be
These words I say to you they may sound strange
But listen well they just might set you free.

Become aware in everything you do
Stop awhile and take a look within
Watch the ego in all it tries to do
And see what lurks behind its empty din.

Revolution, no, no that’s not the way
It’s all been tried, it’s done no good before
And if you tried forever and a day
With high ideals, you’ll never stop those wars.

Yet change yourself from very deep within
And then the truth may beam out very bright
Then with your love some other’s hearts you’ll win
And then you’ll be a lantern in the night.

Socrares 1990


Details | Personification | |

Madame Morning Glory

Madame Morning Glory
greets the sun's warm embrace,
getting to work before the others do,
getting to work with intense purpose.
At the crack of dawn she begins to move,
creeping over powerless garden beds,
crawling up old brick walls.

Madame Morning Glory chokes her prey,
after seducing with violet blooms
and an array of hypnotic spades.
She knows how she is being watched,
realizing each new day could be the last,
but this doesn't cause her to be more bashful,
or hide her murderous ways.
She moves through the garden,
strangling her newest victims-
whether lily, daisy, rose,
iris, gladiolus or hyacinth;
makes no difference to her at all.

Madame Morning Glory
desires to be the only beauty queen in town,
leaving behind a funeral procession,
of any other likely candidates.
But it isn't only the glamour and charms
hiding the deadly nature of her whims,
that keeps this Madame alive.
Even though many people uproot her in angst,
there are those willing to make some shady deals-
bewitchment and dilation
traded for the opportunity to spread and kill,
as Madame Morning Glory twirls her trellises,
invokes a spell of intoxication
and continues on her way.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Rhyme | |

Restaurant La Vie

a  venue
the only place 
you'll be able to be

the menu
Chef's  spirit 
such an obvious marquee

the  zhengyou
Waiter's only choice 
you'll get to see

the deja vu
both loved and loathed 
filled or empty plates served  for free

chew or queue
you're seated 
regardless your plea

your avenue
a road landwards
or towards sea's scree

your venue
the only place
you'll face and where you'll be

your ingenue 
the light or shadow of the sun
you'll decide what you'll see


Details | Rhyme | |

What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Limerick | |

Another bucket please

At the end of the rainbow’s a bucket
Brimmin’ over w’ leprechaun gold
An’ the hound that they left there t’ guard it
Is toothless and grouchy an’ old
He sleeps in the rain
To a tireless refrain
At least that is what
I’ve been told
So I’m leavin’ today
An’ I’m findin’ a way
Then expectin’ t’ say
I made glitter full endings unfold
If I get it away
I’ll be willing t’pay
For someone to care for
Me cat


Details | Blank verse | |

We aborted the Lamb and Cursed it to Hell

We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning!

Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb
That lamb sent down to our sins loom. 

What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators?
What vice did he depict, O executors?
There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine.
That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat.

When thee felt it kick in glee in thee
Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder
Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha,
Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel.

Those Romans were of a less cruel breed
For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ.
I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger
While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and  beheading its soft cord.

I watched thee squash its throat:
A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak
Nor mastered the humanness of weeping.
I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing.

I watched thee as the sun set in the East
While darkness fell speedily from the mist
as the sun hid its head in fatal shame,
While thee with the stealth of Lucifer 
Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below
And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.



Details | I do not know? | |

3 Things You Stole From Me

For you I put a rose away,
Hoping you'd come back another day.
I have always truely loved you,
I always will and I still do.

To pour out my heart into this poem,
Is more difficult than it seems.
For black on white, either typed or written,
Cannot express how my heart,by you, was taken.

You took it all and you didn't know,
But to love you dearly is all I want to show.

That rose may be dying,
But I am too.
For every second that passed,
Is my life without you.

Yes, we're all human.
Yes, we may falter.
But to hear those three words from you,
Would make my heart alter.

My heart would change from a landscape of a battlefield,
To the most perfect, undying rose: unbruised and yours for eternal.

That rose was stolen away by you,
My undying love was taken too.
Although you may not know this,
It was stolen and taken ever since our first kiss.

Three things you stole from me:
My heart, my rose, my undying love.
I'm suprised you didn't take my sanity.

I love you for always and forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond the Horizons

Beyond the Horizons

I was trying to visualize 
The images which always flashes from
Beyond the horizons
Where the Sun spreads  
Its golden beams.

I was trying to imagine 
The images of my dreams
Beyond the horizons
Where the sky and earth
Embrace each others and meet.  

I was trying to see
The images of my dreams
Beyond the horizons
Where love floats and fly in the air
With its beloved in the limitless sky.

But I could see only 
The never ending darkness of trees
And beyond that, the shadows of hills
Diminishing in the paleness of sinking Sun
Hiding in their darkness
Mysteries of many
Untold stories.

We all often try to look beyond
The horizons
Knowing very well, that
No one can see and touch
The mystery that lies
In the darkness of trees and 
In the shadows of hills.

Still we keep trying to explore and find
That perhaps some day
We may feel and find the mystery 
Which lies beyond the horizons of sky
And the beauty
Which lies even in the sadness of life.

Ravindra

Kanpur India   3rd Sept. 2010.


Details | Free verse | |

Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...


"...to love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando


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 | |

The Wait

Each time has a special place
And every such place has its time.
When nature seethes with strangeness
Where the mind in exquisite isolation halts itself and listens
For the rumblings of a something large and not easily defined -
Stop! Softly now, feel how close it is.
Something's coming, be assured, that can't be held in words,
Imprisoned by our comprehension.
Nothing to do now but wait and see...

Now here we stand at the conjunction
Milling about and ignoring ourselves
Like so many motes of dust hanging before a bright windowpane
Illumined by the sharp cold light of dusk, gathering and sliding
Across that vast empty horizon just beyond
And still we wonder deep down
How best to pass these years or moments
Until we turn to look on our creations,
Those children of our thoughts,
Face to face, without defenses

There's a beast in need of killing here
Of that no one doubts
But the name of the thing...
There's the rub.

What is it makes a body
Inured to the blood and fire
The pain and rage
The beauty and the folly
Of the Age it helped engender
Start
And tremble at the smallest of things
The least of the pities and frail sorrowful occurances
With which this world is etched and circumscribed?

Is it the breath of conscience
Or the sharper inspiration of fear?
Perhaps the two conspire within us
Contending for possession
Of our human souls, at once so noble and so abject,
The fitting residence for violent emotion.
Ask me not for the answer; I too join in the dance of confusion.

The beast is still there, and it's ours
It needs to die before the dawn can come,
Bringing us its meanings and its hopes
Seeming so dim and distant
But coming nonetheless.

Remember now, it's a long, long way we've come from yesterday
Back when we huddled and wondered in our vague, childish way
From where we had come and to where we must go
What we need search and what we could know
And even then we affirmed, and some as loudly denied
We must stand firm against the onrushing tide
Of expectation and labor come 'round to fruition
Bearing down the completion of our lonely mission.

So on we wait.
The flutterings of anticipation pass so slow and fine
Felt at most as a tiny unease
Slow spreading ripples in a quiet clear stream,
Or the light breeze kissing the face 
Of the heavily sedated patient,
Still there with us always,
Silent and vital as our heartbeats.

Look sharp now
That beast is still there,
And it's ours,
Formlessly waiting like smoke in a mirror.


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Cinquain | |

Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


Details | Senryu | |

Earth Angel

Earth’s Angel
Her salient wings glowed;
With love she cradled wild world,
All rested in peace.


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 | Rengay | |

Fisherman (Co-Written With Doris Culverhouse)

Swimming, life carefree
Net tightens around the school
Deliverance, grace

May your hook always be cast
Where you least expect fish caught

Synergism, save
These lost fish, grateful intent 
Catch and release, Life

Responsible now
Freedom, new life in warm water
Breach, spout words, joy, sing

School of life, protective school
Numbers rise with the right bait

Bait, love, nuturance
Guide... North Star...The leader Home
Reward eternal life


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Borrow Time

A question, a sentence all made since, My apologies indeed,1 to the 2,3…. Can you make time a map, A man a watch, watching it as a clock slide by, Dear fox. Go seek out a dinner for me perhaps a dinner for three, Cause what I could see was a family for me. Is there no good or bad or have you seen no evil to know what it is sad, Settling for less if not the reason why this pen flows, At five o’clock in the morning just after I take a ride down to the coast, I began to catch a feast is it time for lunch with a breeze? , Please just read. But I took the road not taken, And like Robert Frost it was a demon I seen; in me. A lyrical poem with many different poets all in one, a rust diamond if this still is not gem, site the beach, for more discrete. I remember a famous rapper say don’t read too deep into my rhyms, I said to myself I know the feeling too well to be speechless to dine in and be sleepless, This is not the white house but the light is on in this house, all the time. This is the saddest thing to try to reason as I am floating in and out of consciousness , In a lumpy bed watching the clock, skip a beat at five o’clock in the morning, What a treat, And surgery of all things staying awake listening to everescence, Thinking to myself how this would sound better if it was duet with some R&B. I went across the street seen the Raven but still believe in heaven, And as I was waiting patiently a Rose grow from concrete, How long would it grow until the end of the road I think still, and blink. If you knew would you still search if you knew? Could you paint a picture of the life after death only if you knew. Can you get the greeting, and I mean all is well tell this to the Senate, This meaning is too far-fetched to reason. Like my favorite Poet John Milton my favorite poet without any QUSTION, That a book tells two side to a tale, why not witness? By just listening, Question! ! ! The life of a SENTENCE! ! ! It still makes sense somehow more or less than other. I blinked again knowing the content of his meaning, And arose from sleep just as a whisper in the night, And repeated repented as needed the questions, Indeed to answer all too well, Being five o’clock in the morning it was a question, A sentence it all makes sense, One to the two, three…… I sleep with a pen but I sleep with sword! ! ! ! ...


Details | Narrative | |

In love with a gangster


His life is reloaded with indomitable passion
Thirsty for power and lustful enterprises
His love bleeds on the filthy streets
In dreams he haunts his enemies
Committed for no commitments
he whispers into my ears
his dynamite lips explodes my nerves
I break down in his heavy arms
He believes in detached love;
Sex with no strings
Inwardness never ruled his heart
He seeks pleasure in breaking rib cages
For gangsters are born to kill
He has survived the darkest prison
Hell and heaven far from his reach
A brutal death awaits his arrival
Graveyard will smell the flesh
Of this giant monster
My life ends in love with a gangster…
 



Details | Free verse | |

Unforgotten

I've captured you from death's snare,
While others were unaware
No more worrying,
You are unforgotten

You are alive
Others deny it 
Well, I know...
You are unforgotten
In my memory
You are unforgotten 	


Details | Crystalline | |

His Power



_______________________________

Building a new foundation of life
through the power of Jesus Christ....

_______________________________

A Quote By Poet Rick Parise


Details | Light Poetry | |

uncolor

this world is bleak,
everywhere i look is the same
dark and dreary black
and plain boring white

oh how i would miss 
those clear days, that i could ook into the sky
and see for miles and miles
now all the sky is ugly dull and boring

and the color of a red delicious, juciy apple,
all i see i see is a black blob of nothing

but most of all, all the bright different 
flourescent colors of my favorite t-shirt

how dull the world would be
not to see the beauty of someone's eyes.
no baby blues, big browns, or jadey greens
just dull, boring, white, black, and grey.

a bleak world is a boring world.
without color, everything looks the same
everywhere looks the same

no diversity,
no ethnic difference

look at those two people,
are they different?
yes. but you can't see it

this world is bleak

but the thing i would miss the most,
the thing that makes everyone feel good
after the most devestating of times
a rainbow. its colors are what  makes this world, 
sparkle glisten, and shine
after a storm

i think that i shall never see,
something as beautiful as a rainbow.

belak, everywhere i  looks is the same.
this world is bleak
all the colors gone like the wind
on a breezy day.

all i see is dark, dreary, black
and plain, boring, white.


Details | Narrative | |

If I Could Fly

If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away my wings would carry me,
My destination not known!
If I could fly, I’d capture all of the Sun’s rays.
Up and away!
What a sight to see with such a grand milestone!
If I could fly, 
I would always look below.
Down and deep!
My eyes focused only on you.
My journey’s still unknown.
If I could fly, I’d stay on top with memories buried to keep.
Down and deep!
What an experience just to fly through!
Such a waste without you!

If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection.
Soaring with pride!
My life achieved.
My destination excluding restrictions!
If I could fly, I’d forever remember this glide.
Soaring with pride!
What a thought to preconceive.
Such bright reflections!
If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away I would go only with you.
My destination remaining incognito!
If I could fly, I’d want to stay up and away!
What an incredible zone just to pass through!
Such a magnificent plateau!
If I could fly, I’d fly only for you!


®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH


Details | Rhyme | |

I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


Details | Free verse | |

Sleepily

the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.


Details | Blank verse | |

MESSAGE

But do I meander?
Did I have to say
Something to someone
Somewhere in time,
Do I run away?

I had made it habit
To lull myself with tales
Of glory, that will never be,
Now time is running out.

It will soon be dawn,
The morning wind
Will remind me 
Of debts I will not repay,
Shorelines I should have touched
Sails tucked in,
Like a well behaved boat,
Groomed in poetic forms.

I need not have smoked, 
Or heard the sounds
Of melting ice
In an empty glass.
Or held hands in the park,
Smelt the ocean,
Wept with War and Peace.

Now I blame the rules
For not keeping track,
I blame the froth
For the foam in my head,
And crumbling plaster 
On bathroom walls.

The ants taught me
To march in single file,
But I never learnt.


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deserted

Her children are still at rest .
through the frosty window beholds the mother
the feeble rays of the waning sun.
Taken aback by the hovering clouds
as her daily chores remain undone.
Yet another day of futility
Equations lack parity
and remorse fills the rift
a life with bargained voices
constantly feeds the flesh
and insanity veils  the wounds.
This gaol seems a heaven now
and all the sinister chores rejoice within
the door is locked and once again it
resounds with the same nocturnal hymn


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Eyelids

Hovering in blue.
I heard from deepness beatings of your eyes.
Halcyons, waves and the eyelids
smashing me of the steep shore.


Hovering in green
From mountains I heard the rustle of your eyes.
The firs, the grass and eyelids
dancing over the world's dark circles

Hovering in grey.
Holding my heart with tree fingers on a rock
and I heard the blinking of your eyes
as well as my throb between
sky and earth.

I dont know if I steped away into blue,
neither if I crushed by green.

My sole of foot was grey

like stone
and wind
and life

and your eyes
when are not blues or green.


Details | Quatrain | |

:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


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 | Haiku | |

Witful Rain

Listen to the rain;
The witful story teller,
Wisdom dwells in it.


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
    
                                    
                           


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true warrior


the heart of a eagle 

peaceful and protective 

think ..and you will win  



Details | Sonnet | |

Nature's Way

In the morning or in the night the shadows appear.
Some are dark and some invisible to the naked eye.
They stroll around and about with distance up high.
They follow covering you never knowing their near.
 
Look to the trees where empty spaces reveal clear.
You can see their eyes and their moods as they fly.
A penetrating stare with a glare with the winds sigh.
Run or stand but you’re in an open space of a sphere.
 
Nature’s way is coming up to you,
Open your eyes being able to see,
Hope and pray you catch this view.
Hidden in between freedom is free.
 
Catch many glimpses of this shade,
That way tomorrow will never fade.
 
 
 
© Copyright:  Ann Rich   2007


Details | Free verse | |

The Sounds of Summer

The Sounds of Summer


I was trying to hear the sounds of Summer,

Which often comes with heat and dust like a hammer,

Suddenly I saw, lots of clouds hanging in the air,

They were covering the Sun, as if some mystery was there.


How amazing and mysterious are the summer clouds,

How beautifully the Sun is trying to peep out,  

How lovely is the breeze, blowing all around me,

Intoxicating my mind, with its ravishing beauty. 


How beautifully the birds are singing and chattering,

While flying in the air with their soul mates, touching the clouds,

How enchanting is the fragrance coming out from summer breeze,

How lovely is the bunch of yellow flowers, calling me there,

While hanging on the tree of Amaltash,* and embracing it completely,

Oh yellow Amaltash, 

Why you bloom, so enchantingly in summer only.


How gently the Sunbeams have touched their smiling faces,

How softly the lotus is opening its petals,

And the Roses are spreading it charms in the air,

Should I remain here or should I go there?

After those alluring summer charms, which call me from here to there,

Or should I stand still to understand and to determine, 

What is the mystery of life? Which fascinates me every where,


How really blessed is human life to enjoy such blessings,

Which we often miss in our life by just overlooking,

Since we are accustomed to hear,  the usual sound of heat & dust only.

Ravindra 

Kanpur India. 14th May 2010

Written for Laura Mckenzie’s Sound of Summer Contest

* Amaltash.             Common Name    Amaltas 
                              Scientific Name Cassia fistula (linn). In summer it has more 
                              yellow flowers, every where on the tree and hardly any leaves. 




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Sonnet 1

A canvas high and felt traced tips
With background broad and tint azure
None posed in space with limbs being clipped
The sketch of liberty one saw

When pillars then in holes are tucked
Sore eyes in Gaya’s comfort seek
While plumes of sentiment are plucked
Love lingers on in love’s mystique

Time let the warble low to swoop
And beak like marble gloss to shine
Thoughts flicker on life’s endless stoep
In tandem with the sun that mimes

That morn when words and wheels are cleansed
 Found true and veiled in mortal condensed.

Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-21


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Something...

The light of my depression,
The joys of my sorrow.
What's coming my way?
I'll know by tomorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

FALSE FRIENDS

There are friends that say
They think of you
And friends that say they care
Those friends that you just find sometimes

The ones that say they share
Those friends they take some part of you
And make you think they’re there
Those friends I need to break down walls
Of mistrust and despair

I need them as a life line
To feel something inside
Too often in this lifetime
I’ve felt my being die.

I find it hard to trust some 
It’s not a choice for me
I’m looking for some bridges
To help my life be free

I chat here and I wonder
Maybe you’ll hold the key
Maybe I’ll learn to trust one
That’s all I want for me

Too often I’ve been let down
By those that say they care
I’ve given heart and soul to one
And now I just don’t dare.

Deep inside by being cries
With love I what to share
But first I really need to learn
Once more I need to care.

I look around and sometimes find
Someone with whom to chat
Someone that I do hope will find
The key to where I’m at.

It’s not a lot I want from them
Not looking for a mate
I don’t want love or mighty lies
Just needing to relate

Your just another one there now
Who really doesn’t care
You make me feel like shutting down
The world that is out there

I’m feeling so alone within
This life a mystery
Of names and lies and playing games
No substance to your being

I’m leaving now, not saying bye
We hardly said hello
I’ll find the peace that I do need
And live once more tomorrow. 


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6-11

6 a.m

It is time to wake- 
After being bludgeoned by sleep.
A quick brush 
And a quick wash
Off to the bus-stop in a quick rush.

It’s another day 
To work for a pay
Loose soap lather-
Sticking senselessly by the tip of the ear
And white Vaseline still to sink in the hair.

This life is a rush
Get late and get fired
No one cares if you are tired
Or couldn’t spare the time for a notch.

Brown suit,
Black trouser
Loosened zipper
Man! You are a walking sleeper.

We all filed-up
Looking like men heading for the concentration camp,
Yawning helplessly from an unfinished sleep.
This city life,
Is just a life of strife.

We hop on the bus,
So eager to seek solace in its confines.
Heads hanging loosely,
Snoring trumpets at its crescendo.


11 p.m

Free from the day’s toil
But held captive by Lagos traffic.
Sweating and panting from heat,
Squeezed like a crumpled note at the back seat.

Dinner on third-mainland Bridge,
A stick of gala and Asala*
With a bottle of water to quench the hunger.
 
It’s business time for the street urchins
From Iyana-oworo to the bridge that links Alapere,
They disguise as beggars-
Or hide in the shade of dark like scavengers
Watching out for victims to prey on.

The day weans itself away;
Broken down vehicles,
Long tankers stealing the lanes,
Pedestrians ignoring the bridge,
Hawkers shouting their wares,
Tanker horns blaring like hooting train.
 
Six to Eleven of our lives
Stolen by the struggle to survive.
Office pressure and less leisure,
Street madness and no cure.
Traffic Thieves,
Problematic Passengers,
Howling Hawkers,
And Lazy-ing LASMA**
All add to this insanity.




* A Yoruba dialect for Walnut 
** LASMA reference to Traffic Officials of Lagos State


© Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke


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Exclusion

Waking to murmurs	
Hum of smooth white noise 
Or waves slapping rocks

Through mirror-like glass
I see russet wings
Dampened by dewdrops	
.  		
Walk to the kitchen, 
my feet soft and bare 
on tiles cracked, and 

wish the sea
surrounded
so sinking

floats


Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm the sky.
Or something dark and low.

I have a past.
Of course I do!
One that is always lost.
One that reminds me of what you have no clue.

My past is something dark.
My personality is bright.
I am a black lark.
I am a white light.

I am mysterious, and lost.
Happy, but yet very sad.
To escape has a high cost.
And it will drive you mad.

But for those who think they know me, 
Don't know anything yet.
What I could tell you and make you see, 
Would shock you I bet.

My life was painful.
And it still is today.
It was never beautiful,
And there is only one way.

One path.
One death.
One life.
And its all over.

There is no more of me.
I died long ago.
And now my soul tells me,
As the cold winds blow,
 
That you need to take strife,
Find help,
Save my life, At the sound of my yelp.

Who am I?
I don't know.
But what I do know, 
Is that you'll find out soon enough.

You'll find out when I tell you.
Then, I can start off new.

Then I'll find out who I am.


Details | Free verse | |

I Never Knew

I never knew that you loved me so, 
you never really let me know.  You
always tried to pretend that you were my
love until the end. 

Then one day when you confess to me,
that all I was in your sight was a tiny
little pea.  That you know how much damage
these words did to me.

I never knew you thought so less of me
and now, I know this is the way it will be.
You never told me not once before that 
you were planning on walking out that door.

I never knew you had all these feelings and
emotions about me inside of you, they are
so terrible until I am really afraid of you.
Is this something you planned to do?

I never knew a person can pretend so well
and all along was nothing but hell.  You made
me think that I was alright with you and there
were nothing going wrong because you were
true.  

All of this has been corrupt, now I got a taste
from your bitter cup and it is enough.  Now
my love I never knew that you were the one
I loved so much and yet in still you caused
me so much pain and hurt.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


Details | Couplet | |

SIMILARITIES BETWEEN TWO PLANETS

The clear pictures, taken by the satellite orbiting around Mars
for over a decade, have finally arrived here and fascinated us.


The Sphinx head in Egypt and the one on Mars have many veritable similarities...
wouldn't you agree? But who built the one the Red Planet:  the extraterrestrials?

Leave that to the imagination, or try to solve the mystery of the ancients;
now, don't assume that life will be found there despite those striking images. 


Although scientists speculate that Mars has water, only facts are a true possibility;
no assumption can come close to such a reality, if it hasn't been explored entirely.


Until NASA builds another spaceship and sends more brave astronauts into space,
we must hold our breath,...'till they return with proof of another extraordinary race.


Details | ABC | |

The man's destiny

 Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...

 Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....

 Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...

 Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...

Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...


Details | Narrative | |

Your Angel

I am your angel, daddy's little girl.
I know I haven't been my best in cold, shallow world.
But I listen to you most of the time, your lessons and such; and when I don't listen, I suffer 
very much.
You don't give me signs when I'm going the right way.
So How can I make you proud of me?
I know I've done so wrong by not just following you; suffering pointlessly.
Either way I love you Father, with my everything.
I am your angel, will I ever earn my wings.

written in 2005


Details | Free verse | |

Under the broken Moon

Under the Broken Moon
your eyes meet mine 
liquid to a silver spoon
late night cab ride
Amy Winehouse on repeat
with each minute, my hear skips a beat
candle light scents linger
as well as your smooth long fingers
up and down my bare back
like clockwise
you attack
my neck, like a vampire
under the broken moon
with eyes, black and dark
a hammerhead shark
obscure and mysterious
you circle me, your prey
I think of the ways, you will contort
my body, and have your way
melting, slowly, into your muscular
body, until the whispers
soak into the next day
under the broken moon
In the hallway, I hear a creak
silent slumber betrayed
be not my loves defeat
eyes wide, silent, still
minutes drag like hours
none to be spared
I bite my lip
struggle to hold back a
deep moan, as you
pull my long brown hair
under the broken moon


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Life's Mysteries

Deeper my search party dives those soul seekers for my life the deeper they sink the more I find some of it is surprising some of it I do not like but each time they come up for air and supplies I am one search closer to the end of all my mysteries in life


Details | I do not know? | |

Incognito

A witness to screaming silence
Bloody visions of dreams in violence
A wishful trap to seduce
Hiding behind a door within recluse
Nothing becomes what already has
Reality unfreezing blowing past
Leaves that fall search for wind
Against thy fate your unable to defend
A scream by visions unable to sustain
Into the mouth of madness I seek to maintain
Whatever it takes is the key to pretend
Yet a brand new start forbidden to begin
Words that are said remain behind
Treasures forgot so easy to find
Beyond my lessons explain my reasons
Just as whispering winds change with seasons
I escape my pleasure and acquire so much pain
Everything to loose which is all to gain
Enslaving madness within a dream
Forever changing things that seem
Social insult becomes the only one
Mixed together escaping fun


Details | Rhyme | |

Smudge

A smudge on the mirror
Thats all I can see
I cant see the eyes staring back at me
My vision is blurred
My sight unclear
Why cant I see when I am so near
To the person on the other side
Still I cant see the tears she's cried
Before me the image is a lie
For it can only show the outside
Not the truth that's held inside
Behind the eyes that I cannot see
For the smudge is keeping it hidden from me


Details | Rhyme | |

Behind The Mask

	When you see a face that’s happy,
         Is what you actually see
         A beaming presentation of
         The person you know as me?

  Many masks can be deceiving
  And not as though they’re cast
  Sometimes the truth is covered
  With a pleasant looking mask.

         If you looked behind the façade,
         Beyond that cheerful mask
         And see the real face living there
         Some questions you might ask.

  For all have hidden realities,
  Tucked safely behind our mask,
  And keeping them all hidden
  Becomes our never ending task.

         Some masks hide a broken heart,
         Some will hide uncouth.
         Others will hide a broken dream,
         But all will hide the truth.

  So when you see that happy face 
  Is it truly the way it seems?
  Or is it a mask that covers up
  A sad heart and broken dreams?
	Author notes
It seems everyone has a mask. A face that is worn to hide their real feelings and emotions. 


Details | Chant Royal | |

PI - Inspired by the movie

THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say 
that in reality nowhere is found
a perfect circle, they either don’t hear
or won’t buy it.  Yet.  Another year
or so they’ll eat the awful truth and then
conventional wisdom will slip right in
to its proper place and babyish why
will give way to unexamined lives. Sin
preached from pulpits at preschool shrouds PI.

POINT to the red stop circle. Here’s the way
to walk safely: keep one foot on the ground
at all times.  Slowly and steadily. Stay
between the lines and never let the sound
of  critical thinking distract your ear
from the sound of my voice. I love you, dear.
Trust me to tell you what you need know when
you need to know it.  I tell you, I’ve been
granted credentials. Listen to me, I
pledge allegiances, comfort and even
wealth.  Conformity’s requirements stifle PI.

ONE damp March morn, buzzards circled the gray
expanse of four-laned wasteland where a hound
dog had foolishly chased a dove away
from any sign of obedience. Mound
after mound of petrified organs.  Clear
chords rang out. But the harsh grind of the gear
of  market driven semis hauling men
and their pimp wares of lies told by vermin
with disposable fantasies rolled by 
and outscreamed the prelude of peace. The end
justifies. Wall Street domesticates PI.

FOUR the fourth time, circle in ink to play
lucky numbers. Fortune cookies abound
with their scratch off oracles of big pay
and tight buns and white cuspids.  Wrap-around
leather skirts lust for more time and sincere
pleas for help get downsized. Year after year,
oblivious to the tipping of win
or lose scales to the right and left to grin
and bear it. Occasional urge to cry
‘til imbalance seems natural. If your skin
crawls take medicine. Addictions cloud PI.

ONE nation under God circles to sway
one lord one faith one baptism?   Joshua downed
Jericho and Truman blessed Enola Gay
to drop her horrid load  Does it astound
anyone anymore?  Or has the fear
of death obscured sacred tidings of cheer 
and replaced them with slick prayers to low men
in high places?   Hallelujahs in thin
screechy voices.  Who will dare to ask why?
Blind patriotism and religion
unsupported by spirit torture PI.

AND SO ON TO INFINITY. Again
and again and again.  There’s never been
an end or even a pattern.  We fly
around in circles, unaware. But when
we wake, we will come face to face with PI.

~~~~~~~~~~

the capitalized first words in each stanza when taken together are pi


Details | Lyric | |

Milk and Earth

Milky white skin cool and violent.
Fire in your mind, your head is a pool.
High I dance, high I am, 
in a heady woven trance.
Have I gone to far?
Think not! 
Push some more.
Immaculate will come.
Walk.  
I do.
Hands embrace.
Milk and earth caressing her face.
See da mad man, is that I?
Choices choose me, scared to die?
Girl with milky white skin and fire within.
A girl with gifts of milk and earth.
Silk woven mind free to birth.
Death is warm, freedom there. 
Return this time, my soul is bare.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dust Upon Butterfly Wings

We are the dust upon butterflies’ wings
Musical notes on wind that sings
Grains of sand in on unspoiled beaches
Whispered words in poetic speeches

We are tiny fragments in endless space
Revolving mindless without trace
Softest velvet on fragrant petals
Silvery dewdrops that gently settles

We are powdery pollen on stamen tips
Which kiss the bees with enticing lips
Downy plumage of preening geese
Comforting feel of warmest fleece

We are the angelic touch of love’s caress
Giving freely without duress
Dancing in sunny rays of light
And dreaming into the darkest night


Details | Tanka | |

Taking Turns

<                                       iron propeller
                                 sitting entrance to driveway
                                   slowly turning blades
                              like the hands of time on clock 
                                 longing for extra seconds 


                                    Hummingbirds buzzing
                              red gold blue and green headed 
                                    just waiting for turns
                               to capture it's own bountys
                                   succulant sugar water  



Written By 
Katherine Stella 9/13/2011

Entry For Francine Roberts
The View-A Tanka Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Seized

New onset seizure,
Syncopal episode – hmmmm

Psychogenic origins?

Regardless of that
   I paid the price in full,
Although I’m grateful
      That bitten tongue
       And broken bone

Were not on sale today

Pain has painted my
         Body black
And stuffed my nerves
         With tar

I feel too thick in it
To move

Maybe tonight I’ll
Swim in dreams
Of darkest India inks


Details | Lyric | |

Who Are You?

Who are you to put disappointment
in my soul, and shatter the glass I broke
Punish the misunderstood with thorns of fire

The victimize frozen, and unworthy
Clouds neglected, weak and rejected
Water will secure the undecided thunder
Jealous roses will damage the roots of souls
Who are you to humiliate, and manipulate

Spirits of spirits
Soul of souls

Desperate fire so confused
So exhausted, impatient and frightened
The unworthy so traumatized, 
vulnerable, and ashamed of life
Who are you to attack

Who are you to be insecure
Who are you to be destructive
Your not, to be violated
Who are you to be defective
Who are you 
Who are you
Who are you
For I am you
D.L.V



Details | Rhyme | |

Paradox of Life

Hectic tranquillity is what I feel today 
Is it one of Nature’s habits or just a game? 
I wonder … I float… there is no aim…
It is part of the game, I learned that today…
 
To Confusion I must not surrender…
Yet Perplexity is the essence of Nature…
Beauty lurks in its subtle torture…
If I learned a lesson, it is my wisdom to render….

Optimism has always been a trait of mine 
To play the game & aspire to win 
Is how I will always outshine
All much to Her Chagrin…


Details | Free verse | |

Bipolar

What’s big to me may be small for you
But when you hurt I hurt too
So many different phases I’ve been through
Withdrawal & self-indulgence just to name a few
I dodge sleep to note this nonsense to both me and you
My desperate attempt at understanding 
Has only led to more questions
I remember when medication numbed me well enough to stay quiet
Nonchalant 
A zombie!
All last night I cried and cried
And
You slept while I died all the more inside
I don’t have all the answers
One thing I know is
Dreaming and fantasizing 
In these worlds I find solace 
Seeing and realizing
It hurts…
It hurts…
People have been so unfair –
But then again 
What is fair?
So many questions…
Once upon a time,
I’ve put down my pen 
And 
Followed doctors and drugs
Their drugs, my drugs
Just stop judging me and fix me!
I’ve put down the drugs
Picked up a pen
And this is the reason other people say I’m doing well?
What’s real?
I can’t tell
Is it what you tell me or what I tell me?
Drugs have concealed me
Silenced me…
Taught me that I don’t have to feel just see
And shake my head
Now I can both feel 
And
Shake my head
I can verbalize 
Sure
But I’d rather not talk just write
I can write and write just to get it out on paper
But
It’s still in my mind
I’m not fixed
Still I cry and cry
While you sleep
So which am I supposed to choose?
Solace or the truth?


Details | Rhyme | |

Sparkles in the Air

Sparkles, sparkles in the air,
Oh how you are everywhere.
One, two, three, four,
More and more fall to the floor.
Spinning around and around in the air,
Lots and lots I find to share.

Colors! 

More than I have ever seen.
Lights and lights so bright. 
Wow, what an incredible gleam!
Millions and millions of colors in the air,
Tumbling to the ground.
More and more fall all around,
And a new one I have found.

Sparkles, sparkles in the air,
Wow! You are everywhere.
Five, six, seven, eight,
More and more accumulate.
Spinning here and there,
Lots and lots I grab to share.

Shapes! 

Way more than I have ever seen.
Brighter and brighter so light. 
Wow, what an incredible dream!
Billions and billions of shapes in the air, falling all around.
More and more fall to the ground, 
And then a new one comes tumbling down.

.
®Registered: 1998   Ann Rich


Details | Sonnet | |

Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Couplet | |

SECRET

                                                              SECRETS

                                              .Death took a life and left a soul all alone.
                                                  No one heard any screems or moans.

                                                They couldn't answer the question why?.
                                                 Who killed that girl,did she have to die.

                                                      Buried in a fire under all that ash.
                                                          Her life was taken in a flash.

                                              An abandoned bus is where her body was hid.
                                            Remains were so small they thought it was a kid.

                                               Police couldn't answer the why,when or who.
                                               Because of the fire it burnt up so many clues.

                                                   But when the police finally figure it out.
                                                 They will be found guilty without a doubt.

                                                     Her soul was lost but now it's found.
                                               Now she can rest and be put in the ground.
                                                        Teresa Skyles    August 21, 2011
Based on a newspaper artical.


Details | Free verse | |

Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen


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Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


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Self Made Demise

Is it really hard to understand 
I am just looking for a man
One that sees the world like me
Offers his heart humblely
I will cherish and protect 
Give back to him what I get
Hoping its not just me
Drifting in this lonely sea
Been floating out here for years and years
Fighting not to drown in my own tears
This ocean I find myself drifting in 
Was created from unintentional sin
My eyes cried this reflecting pool
Due to all the times I played the fool
Will I ever feel the ground again 
Or does a boat come pull me in
Save me from my self made demise
See the sun through cloudy skies
May the warmth come cure my pain 
Stop these eyes that pour like rain


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


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 | Ballad | |

Insanity

Look to see where insanity breeds on the walls and in the corners,
Where so tranquil a lonely spirit holds tight all that is left;  
The cloud darkened heavens so thick up high, more streaked with black and gold
Waiting, waiting while what remains softly steals in

Bide the time and listen, while insanity grows in quiet places,
Though intolerant words of sympathy retain a weary man, 
His wanton breath strangely clutched between the heart and mind,
To break the mold his hand did hold to wither the hopeless past

In this place insanity breeds in the darkened corners,
Its silent breadth still tightly held in hand for what is left;
With the cloud streaked sky striped with black and gold
Waiting, waiting for what remains to softly steal in


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The Bonfire

The flame at the end of the way guides us We’re in twos being careful as not to Find ourselves outside of this treacherous Path that we usually walk on, our blues The walkway doesn’t seem this bad at day But at night with only the small glare down The way, fears envelope all that I say, My friend flitters next to me as she frowns Two by two we walk towards the great fire Everything seems to be aligned forward Straight to the bonfire where we do aspire Openness of the light feels free toward As we circle the incredible heat Our hearts melt together as a warming Melting pot and we are the souls on beat We are copasetic and quite calming What will become of us all, our small clan Energetic this fire entraps our souls Will there be bad influences that can Break us down and hollers in the harsh knolls Consumed by the fires of heaven we walk We move along with a purpose like none Enchantments we create to move our talk She enlightens me, which is quite handsome The power of the spark draws many in A warm experience, a grand shower Which has shown a field of a working spin Our life has been lowered by this tower
Russell Sivey


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The Simple Truth

All Mighty One
The Beginning and the End
Alfa and Omega

Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness 
love and light so pure and free
my cornerstone of strength and hope
for you, I fall to my knees

The darling of heaven once crucified 
you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul
a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life
I call to you in good times of prosperity 
and I ask that you might sustain this life
I cry out to you in times of trial
knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul

My precious Jesus, son of God almighty 
I surrender to thee
I praise only you
forge and mold me oh' sweet Father
for I believe
yes
I believe



Details | Couplet | |

Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


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WRITER'S BLOCK

Quill still as the sky
motionless arms akimbo
severe writer's block.


Details | Free verse | |

Soul Shadows


Within Our soul are shadows, which we often hide within.
Within our heart are caverns, where the best of us begins.
But layers cloud the tunnels where the ‘all of self’ comes from.
Do we dare reach out to others, to leave the safety of these walls?
Will the cavern deep sustain us, as we venture thru the ether clouds?
Or will we be forever lost, as we swim thru layers, thick with cloud?
Can we venture to other levels without burying the best, deep within?
And can we reach the sunlight, and still remember where we have been?

Changes are inevitable, as are hurt and pain… but if driven deep below?
Can we ever truly come back again, to where the sunlight glows?
With thoughts of humor, love and beauty… Can we travel to the sun?
Or will we be left an empty shell, as innocence is left behind?
Do we know if the changes, will leave a little bit left intact?
Or is it better to go back inside, and never peek without?
Time changes all things, and some things simply must be lost…
But never let the best of us, be torn and then thrown off.

Can we ever truly become, that special something more?
Or are we only soul shadows, of what we were before?
Or is this only a dream, we have been searching for?

Written 9-18-2012


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Whisper to Me

Whisper to me
Tell me those things that happen between darkness and dawn
Is there a dance or maybe a trance that remains hidden until morning sun

Whisper to me all that you see
All colors of clouds and blue skies

Show me how far
The distance you are from heaven and sweet lullabyes

Whisper to me
Tell me those things, those things I can only imagine
Stay near to me, help me to see the beauty in all God's creation


Details | Lanterne | |

Hope Comes In Light Through Shades

wind
river
grain in field
much travelled road
gone

life
labors
working hard
passing by fast
hard

Marty Owens
Turn on the Lanterne contest


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The Burnt Book

Before glass windows sea
Before see-through eyes dust
Before love could blossom ashes
Arisen from the waves of trust


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Harbor Town Man

Carved from pine
Rugged, but divine
Timeless
Even-though from an earlier time

Resolute face
Weathered and without grace
Red and blushed
Sunburned or whiskey flushed?

Long coat open and flowing
Every work inspired wrinkle is showing
Brown and down to knees
For a harbor town man, if you please.

Hands in pocket of baggy pants
Taking a job well done stance
Red sweater takes away the chill
Insulation to keep from getting ill

Upon his head lies newsboy style cap of blue
While he peers at his town’s ocean view
He will not walk away
A harbor town man he’ll stay

By: Richard J. Long
February, 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

I Saved You

I worry about you,
Especially when you talk that certain way.
You have that sadness in your voice,
And claim you want to throw your life away.

I'll tell you this:
Life is a raging fire,
Something that is constant and dangerous
Not a calm horizon bliss.

For all the things that are now,
Is what makes up who you are.

Not the lies and deceit from others in your past,
Not the torture of living with whomever your living with,
Not the pain that you heart has been through,
Not the sadness of thinking you're an outcast.

What is here and now,
In this moment of this day,
From the time you wake up,
Til the time you rest and lay.

Forget yesterday,
Think about now.
Know that people love you and care,
Even if THEY don't show how.

But I saved you,
I saved you from making a mistake.
I'm glad you're here and alive,
For to lose you, would be like losing a part of my life.


Details | Lyric | |

Fate or Fiction

Is this fate or fiction....
the aesthetics of your love is a marvelous depiction
I am having a love seizure or is your love an affliction
Is this fate or fiction? 

It must fate, our paths have crossed our spirits soar just right 
you calm and sweet and never like to fight...
bring security and confidence in such a delightful way..
the expressions of your thoughts blows my mind away
Is the fate or fiction?

It takes courage to find out which one would be the exemption.. fate or fiction? 
when you have been hurt by an ex's restrictions
but the aesthetics of your love has become my addiction.
No Fiction this is Fate. 


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Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


Details | Cinquain | |

Running In The Dark

In the dark,
Shadows whisper.
Dreadful creatures stir.

Running away now
Into the light.
Now all's safe.


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


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RED EYE (Conventional self)

 


The counter change  ahead
from many air - miles made,                                               
there is no tomorrow
only the light and shade ;

descending from above
the landing lights look strange,
my astral empathy 
is ever out of range

and if I really am
invisible as air,
the stamp is ignorant
the passport doesn’t  care ;

to satisfy custom
with that which isn’t there
I’m always  in the green
with nothing to declare :

I mirror back my face -
cold water to ennui
and wonder why I have
this false identity.


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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


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Dreams, Happiness and Health

If I could have three wishes
I'd wonder what they'd be,
I wouldn't ask for money 
It won't grow on a tree.

As much as I would like to
See all my loved ones' face,
I wouldn't ask to see them
For they're in a better place.

I can not ask for wishes
But my dreams to come true,
Asking for happiness
Good health for me and you.


Details | Narrative | |

Holding Back

Nothing here is wrong because nothing ever could.
It has been so long,
A time that just never would!

Nothing here was ever lost because nothing was ever found.
It has been a toss,
A time that simply counted down!
Holding back the tears,
Puddles of many lost years!
Holding back my time,
I’m a prisoner with no crime.

There’s nothing here to hold because there never was.
It has been so cold,
A time for just because!
Holding back the pain,
My chronic death inside!
I have nothing to lose because there’s nothing to gain.
Holding back the strength of all my earned pride,
I’m just a moment gained with a will that eventually dies inside!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich 


Details | Free verse | |

Rules of the surprise Holiday

a coin for every day, five maybe six
tossing away one a day of a diiferent value depending on the day
color coded lets everyone know when and how you gave
where the freakshow will take you to for their gratitude now
one day to feast
three days to collect
circus games to play
like an allowance for underprivelledged

two different types of coins are worth anything
on certain days while everything else is void
two different types of coins not allowed in any store
pay to charity or leave the store

names and numbers
and a slide of literary sciences from one hand to the next for lottery numbers
one wining ticket among millions
same numbers drawn, winning numbers nothing more than the secret of the village
a secret the codes are meant for

a six day event
a nine day holiday
streets littered with money
how little you neeed to give
to see how much it adds up
how much you do give
how little difference its making
and why
why cant things be altered?

shift of power?
power of the have nots?
then take it back, and offer us this
meet us half way
give us our surprise holiday


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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.  


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Untitled #317 / Alien civilization

“Are there ruins of an
alien civilization on
the surface of Mars?”
well, yes
if we are the aliens


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Untitled #336 / Swan Tiger, savages, and heaven

Dream of Swan Tiger.
Dream of savages.
Dream of heaven.


Details | Lyric | |

Complicated Love

My life is so complicated,
It feels as if I'm neither loved nor appreciated.
This feeling I have inside of me, 
it burns...

To imagine the touch of his soft skin against mine,
It's like I'm running back and forth through time,
'Cause it's never gonna happen again...

To hear his voice whispering in my ear,
It would be as if I'm reliving that one special year...

I'll never forget the words he said to me...

"I Love You, Baby"...

It makes me cry, even thinking of it now,
As if I'm gonna die and won't remember how...

The feelings I have for him will remain the same,
Even though it makes me feel stupid and insane...

I'd give my life for him,
I'd just lay it on the line, 

I'd give my life for him,
To let him know the heart that he'll always have is mine

Just to show him...how much I...care...


Details | Sonnet | |

Never-Ending

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate You Like*

I hate you like the Eclipse of the sun and moon====== 
Lightning, thunder, twisters,and Hurricane # 7 destruction upon my hate====

I hate you like the father who walked out on us======
Hating you is the only way we can relate========== 
Fire, burn, heat , and smoke, igniting the hate in flames=== 

I hate you like the lion who can't wait to devour his prey===== 
I hate you like ivy with poison to irritate ===============
I hate you indeed, deeper than the abyss in space=========
Black, ebony, coal, and darkness you fell in my pit of hate==== 

I hate you and dispise all your living ways==========
I hate you because I want to==========
I hate you and nothing compares================ 
I hate the living guts out of you ================ 

*Written by: P.D. as a request from me (an opposition to my original poem: I Love You 
Like)...thank you P.D. for your awesome talent
 



Details | I do not know? | |

Colorless, Sweet-Smelling Mind Control

Hello, Skeptical Mind Controlled

I dance in the pale moon light
under the devils nine delights 
he watch's me play without a care   
under the technical deceit of mind bending needled wear 

You many be a skeptic 
so the devil laughs 
but he will put your blind at easy 
no need, to pay (PRAY) to God
you have already prayed (PAYED) to me
without your consent 
i have place a many of agents
to pump your den with many unscented things 
called incapacitating agents

OH! do not think i do this just for fun
this physiological warfare 
is a means, to a money making end
to which your hole (WHOLE) family 
can join the hell on in  

you look so at peace when, your at sleep 
and my minions sing chloroformed lyrics to your many of dreams 
then your heart is mind (MINE) and i control you 

so what the first thing i will make you do!


Details | Lyric | |

The Candle's Flame

One burning candle,
One lighting flame
In the middle of the dark
This flame became
The hope and strength,
The width the length
The only light
Shining bright
In the middle of the night
Like a lonely star in the sky
Like a lonely drop of rain falling by,

Desolation,
A SENSATION of fear,
 A sensation of broken tears,
A timorous heart living a hopeless hour
With no power,
With just one flame of light
Shining really bright
In the middle of the night.

Alone the flaming candle stands
Holding no hands
feeble and weak
Its sweat starts to leak
The wind blows
The tremble shows
The fear echoes
Nothing is lending a hand
The darkness is giving commands
Then, Slowly, slowly the flame would fade away
Keeping no trace
And the darkness takes place.

Can’t see the life 
Just feeling the strife
Darkness stabbed the only hopeful light
With an invisible knife
Each one alone
Alive in the dark
Looking at the sky
Seeing a spark....











Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers In A Cursing Wind

Whispers in a cursing wind
Anger in stormy skies
Rain falling like mournful tears
Fear in the heart
Panic and torment
in the mind.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Endless Within-

Having eyed the edges of eternity
Scornly decorated
With a draping psychotic sable
Within this brief glimpse
I chanced my doppelganger staring
Studying the lines of my face
Before I smashed the hoary transom
Wholly terrified…

Hiding under the candles cloak
Anxiously searching
For the windows to my escape
Headlong through
Tenacity dripping from ceiling cracks
Searching my identity
For that which separates truth from replica
That transitory player…

Left behind to endlessly wander
A morose phantom
Pursuing any face in the looking glass
Feigned banal life
Hoping to savor one taste of reality
But ever locked away
Inside his negative plane reflecting
Another’s desire…


Details | Light Poetry | |

Live, Life, Love

Live, life, love
who can you trust?
Live, life, love
Are you involved in lust?

Live, life, love
what does this mean to you?

Live, life, love
Everyday you find something new

Live, life, love
Is this new thing true?

Live, life, love
Relationships take two

Live, life, love
Listen to the one above you


Details | Lyric | |

A Daunting Manifestation of the Human Eye

We dare not look! 
We dare not stop! 
We dare not ponder!
Beyond the skin, to a humdrum is a no man’s land,
Build and soothed by the malevolence of such a spellbinding hand,
Forging us, shaping us,
Building us, soothing us and molding us,
Is the potter and his evil hand,
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.
It’s but a satins eye, that’s stirs the malicious fire,
And he the potter, with hot vivacious stick adds life,
To such a vigorous Fire, never to tire.
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, Until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
   

                                                                                                                  ~M.M.M


Details | Light Poetry | |

Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


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Foolish Sex Of The Century

Hardly any creature is
Of equal proficiency
To decipher a melody
Void of meaning

Though the reason for such foolery
Defines the existence of apathetic beings
Therefore upon there foreheads
Carved were no meanings


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #345 / Three problems

Well, there’s three problems solved.


Details | Rhyme | |

BLACK CLOUD

Covering with darkness,
filled with rain,
pouring with misery
without refrain.
It dawns from somewhere,
and leaves whenever,
appearing as if
it’ll last forever.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R.A. Jones - book published by Publish America


Details | Rhyme | |

Pene Grande

Pene Grande (what I learned from the web today)

When you talk about mummies, Pene Grande
Would best be discussed when the kids were away
He was a mummy famed in his life
For having (well something that sure pleased his wife)
When he passed on, his new mummy home
Was in Palermo, Sicily’s old catacomb
The story is told of a young newlywed
Whose less than large husband was not much in bed
So she took a cloth and rubber Pene Grande’s fame
Then turned to her husband and rubbed him the same
The next night she lay with her husband and felt
A much greater presence and her heart did melt
When she opened her eyes, she screamed No, No, Sir!
For it was the ghost of Pene upon her
Everyone thought her crazy but it happened again
The next time with her husband, it sure wasn’t him
An exorcist said to get rid of the ghost
We must capture him when he exits the host
So a metal codpiece was affixed to her mate
And the lady lay back as a bit of ghost bait
Then as if on cue, Pene Grande came forth
Just as her husband was pointing due north
Then holy water was sprinkled and “poof”
The ghost was expelled, her husband the proof
Pene Grande’s spirit went back on his shelf
Left the husband’s small unit a mere ghost of itself
As for the ghost, he gained quite a crowd
Of little old ladies whose husbands stood proud
Rubbed by their women who wanted to lay
Even with ghosts for a “Pene Grande”
But the mummy’s now locked up so no one can touch
Cause even for Pene – too much is too much


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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

before the party

A tight fist of emotion sprouts flames in my chest
and I fan the flames with a chilled smile
chiseled like the block of ice 
stored in the freezer for the party.

I have stood empty as a discarded seashell, perhaps a clam's shell,
whose pearl should sparkle like the sun spattered sea, that is its home.

But it gleams like the moonlight 
castings its light across surfaces- changing them to white or silver, 
like the tops of carved glaciers, drifting as they change the shape of the earth. 

Too heavy am I to walk on these surfaces, 
even if it is frozen.

Seabirds wind up and spin lazily, 
calling the wind for their flight- or at least to float momentarily, 
like my spirit, needing so much to be released


Details | Sonnet | |

Love To Immortalise

Strong storm blew the boat until it did strand
Upon rock_ shore so very far away.
Please my gentle lover give me your hand
There is no way you would let me be prey

Row me and the boat ashore to assay
This beautiful place we will immortalise
No! we did not go down in depths to decay
Nor did guardian angel go down likewise

Didn't matter what nature will devise
Lived through shipwreck we will go down in fame
Thru this somehow we will be eternise
The whole wide world will remember my name

Now this small green isle we'll surely subdue
As our great love grows and somehow renew


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf eyes, blind ears.

Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.

The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.

Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Aunt Josephine:

Shy, sweet, timid Aunt Josephine,
What has happened to you?
Once so adventurous.
Once so alive.
Living life simply for the ride.
Love, passion,
It was all there.
One unhappy ending, now
You’re so scared.

You run, you scream,
You cringe in the corner.
You sell out the young ones
Just for one more hour.
You’re crazy, psycho,
And totally unfair.

Why do you run from the past?
So afraid to point a finger?
Why’d you give up on life?
Why’d you give in to the strife?

I ask so many questions 
Because you were once so nice.


Details | Free verse | |

The mask we wear

It is that of a man’s heart to which he follows.
But that of the lord our God that guides our steps.
It is the beauty we find in one another.
As I have found this in you.
It is there we seek our true lives as we strive.
That of our soul to which cries out for love.
It is life’s trials to which make us stronger.
But our hearts we defy as we suffer.
It’s there we die inside from the rejections.
Not just love but the life we have to live.
It’s that of the people we try to impress.
Only to find out we are far different in life.
But it is there we lose ourselves to.
As each one put themselves higher then others.
We are all equal in the sight of God.
Why can we not be equal on the face of the earth?
Why does each man think they have to be vain?
Especially when we all bleed the color red from our veins.
It is in this life we only live once.
Why can I not be me instead of someone dictating for me?
It’s because each person wants to control us and what we do.
Instead of worrying about themselves and what they do.
It is there I fight for freedom and rights I have in this life.
As I stand as a rebel, alone in this life.
But it is there I am strong and without blemish you see.
Because I have the greatest gift of all.
And that is God is here with me.


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


Details | Sonnet | |

Some intimacy with my muse

Ever since I met that one being
I have been lost in a world of his own
So charming he is, so elevating
That by his side, to sorrow I am no more prone

Though I know not his form, or his name
Though I feel him not physically
He makes feel like I am a real dame
All sweet, pampered and so sexy

He allowed my dreams to come true
Writing and making my verses come alive
Writing and leaving behind my steps in black and blue
Why such is the reason why I took birth, I believe

O Muse, never, oh never do leave my side
Only your charms can fill up my emptiness with pride!


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit of Horse and Man

The rider accepts the horse and the horse accepts the man.
No man rides a horse… It’s a dance in poise and symmetry as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The power is felt in the movement as the horse stretches out its gate.
The muscles move beneath the man with power waiting to escape.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The fluidity of the gate is matched by the fluidity of the man.
The nostrils flair in both… The dance has just begun…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
If they do not work together… They will not work at all.
The horses’ mane like the mans’ hair, is held tight in the flowing wind.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
With each step they take… A balance must be struck.
For every step they take… Their intent must be as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The spirit of the horse must merge with the spirit of the man.
Together they merge in a symbiotic relationship as old as horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Feel the movement… Feel the power… Feel each muscle as it moves.
Feel each breeze unfold… Feel their hearts and souls as they meld as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Point to counter point… The man doesn’t own the horse or the horse the man.
What looks so easy is not a simple thing as they travel forth as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The connection is tightly woven. This spirit of Horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
And with each ride together they will meld again as one…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump


Details | Quatrain | |

Complicated Simplicity

She’s fighting me all the way.
She won’t hear it.
It’s a definite detriment, 
to the spirit.

Perhaps it’s the way 
I’m presenting it,
She wastes our time,
just resenting it.

The Lord somehow
Has me in training,
and uses these heartaches,
for explaining.

“There, there now,
  My little fool,
  It’s so simple,
  My Golden Rule.”



Details | Lyric | |

my black armband

If I could kill myself and do it over again
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Thanks for handing me hell
I’ll do what I can

As my songs begin to fade 
I wonder what could have been
As I lie within an eastern wind
I wonder if I’ll ever see peace again

Plantations were once gardens
Speeches were the premonitions of decaying martyr s
I miss peace and I’ve never rested eyes on her
So thanks for handing me hell

I love her because she’s untouched and pure
Poetry equals the souls of men spoken
Hell raised me so I’m a product broken
Abide by my emergence
This is the last breath of a merchant 

When sadness finds others 
You’re reminded of the virtues in what you have left
I went numb when I learned to pray
Don’t you miss what could have been

I saw angels falling from the sun
Knowing is everything but I don’t want to know
Try not to take things too far
They’ll never let you go 

I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Don’t you miss what could’ve been
Thanks for handing me hell 
If I could kill myself and do it over again



Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Choice

Here I am.
Standing on the very edge of the cliff...
I look at you, your eyes like gems.
I jump off. You say “only if”

But I don’t hear the rest...
My only explanation is I’m too sick.
Too sick of you pretending, thinking you’re the best.
It felt all way too quick...

I look down, suddenly scared.
I will fall and no one will catch me.
I am so unprepared.
Young forever... is that all I will ever be?

Three feet away from the hard, solid ground.
All the memories flash right there.
I’m starting to regret my last choice, turn the clock the other way around.
Where will I go now? Please tell me where...


Details | Quatrain | |

The Tea Drops

Just a little, maybe a few drops
In a cup that was once full
For you_tea just like you wanted_tops
But there is some left that was cull

Well at least once you thought 
That you really wanted it
Not like some of that you bought
Or acquired through other means__get

So is life filling of the cup
Drinking it up until almost empty
Left to be dumped not savored sup
A pity the last drops are the best of tea


Details | Alliteration | |

Moving Forward

Lasting memories linger lightly,
Swarming in a sensitive soul;
Weaving waves of wishes,
Taking a terrible toll.

Nasty nightly nervousness,
Results in ranting rhymes;
Harvesting of high hopes,
And savoring sensual signs.

Conspiring cosmic circles,
Whisper winter warnings.
Briefly believing blasphemy,
Fights feelings forming.

Insecurity injects inspiration,
Rotting the ropes of revelation,
Killing the chance of consolation,
Providing the pride in proclamation.

Empty enriched envy.
Loose longing lust.
Love lasts a lifetime.
Try total trust.


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 | Free verse | |

Me My soulmate

I , i in a blue sea
In the sea i am flying
Sometimes on sky i am swimming 
Down on earth i am in dark 
In a cave i am searching for light 
In the noise i am searching for silence 
Then i go to forest 
Under a tree i find myself 
I look in my eyes , the eyes which are full of fear
I look at my lips with a smile.
I touch my face 
When i touch my face 
Suddenly i feel a hand on my shoulder 
When i turn around, its an other me standing infront of me
When i see my eyes , in my eyes i see strength 
But in my hands i see blood
When i see the blood
Everything fade in black
I am on sky with a white wolf staring at me
In wolf's eyes i find myself 
I follow the wolf
Everything fade in white
I find myself in a room 
I am on my bed nothing around
So calm it is 
I am too alone
I thought it was a dream
But when i look at my hands
I find the blood 
In my dream i met the reality
I met different faces of me..
The reality which i am hiding inside
Hiding me, me as my soulmate...


Details | Acrostic | |

LOVELY

Lovely is the face that smiles
On the verge of awful times;
Vigilant is the mind that has
Everlasting joy for lies; 
Lonely are the ones that stay
Yelling at who contradicts their way. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Shadow of Print

Strange magic occurs in storms of glinted fog and floating sand--
It is this haunt of time and assurance that we find ourselves,
As: Paranoia peaks into blood, seeping through a concrete cafe.
A broken memory and then the muscle of marble
And here in this corner: Time's warped pride.

Her liquid and dust 
Our smile and laugh--and our hopeless alternative
To usher in the shadow of print--divinity's backside.
And so we begin again the love and the darkness.


Details | I do not know? | |

Last Time Forever

A mother’s loving look at her newborn child,
Never able to relive that moment again.
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking into kindergarten for the first time,
Feeling so alone and afraid, don’t fear
For it’s the last time forever.

Kneeling in prayer as you are born again,
Living as a sinner no longer,
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking across stage on graduation night,
Nervous because it’s your last few steps as a “child”,
For it’s the last time forever.

Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles,
Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt
For it’s NOT the last time forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

The meaning

He who knows the meaning of life
shall dress it in words
and read it out loud.
Explain the maze and sudden turns,
how to interpret the hidden signs.
Wisely guide with simple words
so that the meaning of life
becomes meaning to me.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Make Believe

In a corner our eyes did meet.
But I was sitting on the mercy seat.
 
I looked you over once or twice.
I even rolled the domino dice.
 
A shadow appeared before me.
At that time I was a make believe.
 
When the shadow left a light appeared,
Time stopped and distance neared.
 
I traveled afar and my journey never ends.
Backwards or forwards eternity it sends.
 
In another lifetime perhaps was I.
Deluded and misled asking why.
 
But no more I say honestly to you.
Another make believe will never do.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Lyric | |

stay with us

your heart wore my eyes
and my eyes were a gaping wound
December is passing 
Remember when autumn came too soon
I remember the lashings
all the forfeits that made you wanna cash in 

and we break down walls 
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall 
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges 
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die

But somewhere they're seeking 
Everything you felt
I noticed your eye lids 
And all the matter they held
Admist all of our triumphs
we failed to see you through

and we break down walls 
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall 
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges 
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die

And the past is always reaching
reaching for you
In and out of his grasp
you slither about
silence was a fragrance
like the auburn that drifted 
from you mouth 

"i don't know what the pressure's about
when depressions in route
there's just no room to forgive you 
and i don't know how"


Details | Free verse | |

From her Cocoon

She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form.
All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn.
Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep.
Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap.
Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work…
She can’t wait to discuss the results back and forth.
She’ll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme.
This poem is the result of a days’ insightful dream. 

She’s a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon.
But she’s safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon.
There are always those admirers awaiting her final results.
Like a butterfly’s wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth.
She helps others understand… they’re not alone…any more…
With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart.
Then she’ll hide away back in her cocoon till when…
She’ll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.

 


Details | List | |

wishing and seeking

You try and do what you can in life, living each day.
Not seeking all you really do.
That's where he comes in, opening your eyes to the truth.
You think your just a girl playing the game called life,
but to him, he sees a women standing strong.
Everyday you work hard to better yourself.
If you asked him, he thought you couldn't get any more perfect.
Standing in front of the mirror you add makeup trying to look prettier,
when he sees you he smiles knowing you never need it.
He sees beauty in everything you do,
is always there for you when life hits you hard,
and would never leave.
He does exist, and is out there,
if you are patient enough to find him...


Details | Ballad | |

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing gold can stay.
Sometimes u find it slips away,
Something close that u can touch,
But in the end it was to much,
Like a flood flowing through a city,
Life is hard when u live in pity,
Things may be good but turn bad,
Sometimes it makes u really sad,
Days and nights may go,
Just have to live life nice and slow,
Maybe somethings may not be right,
Its never good to pick a fight,
Sometimes u find it slips away,
Nothing gold can stay.


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 | Haiku | |

Ancient History

ancient history
defining our past mistakes
will be repeated


Details | Rhyme | |

THE MISSION OF ANGELS

Why did God create angels
to wander behind the gates
of Heaven to protect it from Hell,
or to obey the command of His will?


Without my knowledge, or comphrension,
He assigned one of them to protect me...
why would a mortal like me defy His intention?
Everywhere I go, that angel safeguards me.


Perils on the road multiply as countless miles,
blind corners can kill, if someone is not keen;
pedestrians cross boulevards at red lights,
signs warn to cross them when they turn green.


I often feel that a spiritual being is walking beside me,
he doesn't breathe, cast a shadow, or can be seen...
but that angelic presence is strong: that's why I feel safe and laugh
as a babe in the arms of a mother whose endless love surpasses death.


Everybody thinks that the mission of angels is to read sacred books
and sing of God's glory, not watching us who dwell on this planet of fright;
how wrong they must be for their limited insight when their life is not bright!
Think again: they are in search of good souls to reward them with miracles!



Details | Rhyme | |

HE Is The Sollution To Every Problem Worry And Heartache


In the midst of this world’s chaos and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! Many people have tried all different kinds of things. Not realizing the consequences this often brings… I’m going to say something. This I shall confess… Without God in our lives. Everything is one big mess! Have you thought about what history does unfold? The many wars, famines, and deaths untold? One just can read the book of Revelation. This world’s going to go through a great tribulation! Our hope isn’t in world government. Or chasing a “U.F.O…” It’s only in Jesus... The redeemer of our soul! If heaven is a place would you’d like to be… Think about where you’d like to spend your eternity… With Christ in your life… You can’t go wrong. In his sheltering arms… Is where you belong! Jesus… Who created this earth and everything within… Can wash you clean…. And take away your sin! All of creation cries out and proclaims… The beauty and majesty of his awesome name! He is the solution to the way you’re livin.’! Why not accept him today… And be FORGIVEN! By Jim Pemberton 02/17/11


Details | Free verse | |

The System of Life

Someone has said that life is a mystery
Wrapped in enigma’s folds of obscurity
None till this day has cracked this secrecy
That indeed, establishes its inscrutability.

The childhood and teen-age bestow fun
With lots and lots of time and dynamism
But what pinches most every youngster
Is an empty pocket that steals the revelry.

The grown-up man has abundant energy
And his wallet ever puffed-up with cash
Is nevertheless miserable and despairing
For, he has truly no time for fun and frolic.

When a man grows old, he is tormented
Then lacks energy that keeps him worried
Has enough of time for leisure and holiday
With purse that is brimming with currency.

This is true story of life of all individuals
With no worthwhile solution to set it right
Everyone have to suffer this predicament
Alas! There is no escaping from this plight.


Details | Free verse | |

What Dreams Are Made Of

Dreams are made of some fearful stuff,
And then again, some lollipops.

They bring us joy and they bring us pain,
As they hold us tightly in their reign.

Why can’t I guide them in my sleep?
And why don’t they resolve the issues they hold so deep?

They drive us crazy and then build us up…
Why oh why, won’t they just give up?

They show us our yearnings and of course our fears,
But why must we relive them and shed such tears?

They’re there for a purpose: THAT is abundantly clear…
But some are just memories burned deep, I fear.

I’m sure, some must be resolved first from without,
Before being removed from so deep, where they’ve set up shop.

They can’t be ignored and they can’t be gainsaid,
But with help we can take some of their power away.

Yes, they are there for a purpose of that I’m sure…
But I may never know why, as we endure.

Written: 8-1-2012


Details | Rhyme | |

My Old Jalopy

There's no horn or radio
The heater and air is broke,
Paint faded with some chipping off
Been told it even has a bad choke.

Tire's are all worn even the donut tire
Around every corner they squeal,
Exhaust drags with some parts missing
There defently is no real car appeal.

The transmission slips in gear
No more is there get up and go,
I must leave early to get to work
For my old worn car goes so slow.

Wobble down to get to the store
Many people just stand and stare,
Others shake their heads and snicker
Wondering how i ever made it there.

There are no more payments on it
The insurance is cheap too,
I'll drive it until it fully quits
Then ill buy another one new.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Repose

Jo Davis


When your heart’s been broken
Or your spirit’s feeling low
And you’re looking for direction
a place where you can go
Remember that~ although the pace
may at often time seem slow 
Your faith will be your shelter
a place where you can grow
Don’t hide behind the shadow
of another’s dream,
for while you seek the river
they may be searching for a stream
So if the day looks cloudy,
the sun, not in your sight
What may seem your darkest hour,
is just a still and restful night.


Details | Haiku | |

patience #30 angel card

not a natural 
has to be thought out and planned
who has time for that!?!?!?


Details | Classicism | |

The Mystery

The Mystery 

of life ... the mystery, of love

Like thieves of destiny, the diamond in the rough stealing moments of wounded brilliance...

Sailing on uncharted waters after the ruins, Rome falls...

The broken Madonna, crumbles the mystery unfolds, giving birth our inward saviors.. 

In the mystery, we find our way out of the grove of blasted oaks...

We trip forward, to find our feet standing again , growing our wombs of creation..

Touch the Velvet darkness, the mysteries of the hidden , the eternal truth....  the wisdom the sound...

We transmute all the crushing blows with indwelling power of a million suns...

The Mystery of love, the mystery of life decoded..

Like the nobles eternal , the spiral of life, 

We claim back our lives...

We claim back our hearts...

For we are mysteries opulent treasures.


Details | Lyric | |

Warm and Lost

Warm and lost.
Oceans of selfish freedom.
See you, see me, 
longing for a bliss filled warm embrace.
I feel you as I float by.
Calm, safe, alone and free.
Are you my Island?
Letting go.
I move in to your flow,
a salty surge, a rush, a wave.
I wave, a smile.
I fall.
Love.
Be so brave.
Lovers soul is found.
Love is lost.
I crave, I crave that smile,
the wave that melts.
I swim. Angels and Gods guide a rebels mile.
Colourless sight, colourful night, into your arms I melt,
engulfed by pure white light.


Details | Ode | |

Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.


Details | Rhyme | |

After the Zero

Begins from nothing
Foundations formed
Time will start
Memories introduced
Opens a heart

Events play out
We pass along
Life is skipping
Like tracks
From song to song

People collected
Friend and foe
Relationships always shifting
Loved ones carelessly
Begin to come and go

Miles added
Life is driving
Along our path
Catch and release
Good and bad
Never hold against
What you thought you had


Details | Haiku | |

no destruction allowed

you cannot destroy
what God wants to exist—
so don’t waste your time


Details | Rhyme | |

A Frog's Life

Would it be fun to be a frog?
Think you'll like it? What could go wrong?
You would hop around everywhere you went,
Living life with your knees always bent.
Your skin can be many different colors,
You would croak instead of a haller.
Your favorite snacks will be bugs,
Catching them only with your tongue.
Your home is anywhere you want it to be,
You could live up in a tree.
Or how about on the ground?
Be careful there, cause you're easily found.
When your peacefully sleeping,
Your predators could be creeping.
So hide really good at night,
That's when some animals come out for a bite!
A hawk, an owl, or even an eagle,
Will be out and about for more than a mingle.
There's also foxes, snakes, and raccoons.
A frog is one of their favorite foods.
So sleep with one eye always open,
Then nothing can eat you, at least you are hoping.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Real Reason

I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had 
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong 
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common 
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act 
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over

Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy


Details | Free verse | |

Humming Bird Moths At Moon Rise

Luna flower spread open scented blossom
In response to the full moon's soft yellow glow
So much designed like a Sand Dollar
Amazing the resemblence even with first sight

Humming Bird Moths drawn to the glowing white
The irresistable beauty and appealing scent
Ten were buzzing, humming drinking nectar
From white beauty by only moonlight

Ants were working even at night 
Drawn to the goodness that will leave at dawn
Preparing a storehouse of goodness for winter
So that the species can survive to rule summer picnics

That scented sticky nectar must be delicious
Tasting like a very rich clover honey
So sweet that just a tiny amount sweetens
So many slices of simple bread

Amazing the blessings to enjoy from simplicity
The simplest things in life sometimes give goodness
That wealth can't provide
Sometimes wealth has gardens but not enjoyed


Details | Lyric | |

Dusty Road

Sometimes I dream about old dusty roads
Driving through the dirt, with no where to go
I've passed many hitchhikers
Their showin skin and money
But none of that means anything to me
None of that means anything to me

I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I have done

I shift into neutrul as I cruise down a hill
My mind slips for a bit
And a deer ran out from a feild
I slammed on the brakes
And dust flew up high
That's when I knew that everything was alright

I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I should have done

My car has ran out of gas 
And this lonely road becomes clear
What would have been different if I stopped
To talk to the hitch hikers and the deer
Maybe if I picked them up, theyd help me push my car
Or maybe they would robbed me dry
And killed me with a crobar
Or maybe I'd just drive by and pretend they werent there
Cause they were never there
No they were never there

I'm pushing my car down an old dusty road
Wondering why I still haven't gone home
My shoes are covered in dirt and mud
Giving proof of something that I have done


Details | Free verse | |

My Mind


My mind        

My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt 
Terrorizing my thoughts 
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of  promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond Nightfall (contest)

The sun goes down
It sets in the West.

Darkness covers us
Like a thick blanket.

The twinkling of stars
Fill the sky up above.

The moon casts light
On the world below.

Animal noises fill the air
Mother Nature’s concert.


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | Haiku | |

hands

lined arthritic hands age spots of autumn's presence.. basil~ garlic scent


Details | Lyric | |

Tears of a Runaway

Tears of a Runaway

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I long for that happiness
That I once felt.
Instead, painful memories
Are coming back to hurt me.

Running away
Sounded like a good solution,
Even though I may trip and fall.
I'll just keep on running, 'til I can't run at all.

I trip and completely fall down,
But I don't get up this time.
I’m just lying on the ground, now,
Crying ‘til I can’t cry anymore…tears.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I don’t know what to do now.
I’m just paralyzed on the ground;
Except that I’m also shaking
From all the crying that I’m doing.

Running away
Wish I could say
That I would stay.
But, God, just please help me?

The coldness is wrapping around me
Like it’s a frozen blanket.
Trapped in this cold, cold world
And in my mind, memories swirled.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.
As I lie here,
I wonder
What it would be like
If my life was happier.

I can’t really say for sure
What would be going on.
But if my life was happier,
I wouldn’t be singing this song.

I once felt that warmth and comfort,
But now it’s gone.
And it’s been so long
That everything in my life now is wrong.

I’m blinded by these tears;
Still choking on my useless words;
My heart still racing like a horse;
My lungs still gasping for air.

These are the tears of a...runaway


Details | Sonnet | |

The Only Breed

I smoked my pipe and I found some dreams stuck in a seam.
The ancients lifted me up and I saw through crystallize glass.
As I looked the seams popped and scattered into a great mass.
The dreams were set free from my light of a shiny bright beam.
 
Now I have flashing darts in my eyes that shine as I will deem.
Now I am looking at you and you and you as green as the grass.
But that’s okay because now my eyes can gloss you up as brass.
Eventually, I will find a light inside of you with a sparkly gleam.
 
My visions are set up forth,
Free and clear with a deed.
Look to the Star of the North,
You shall find my only breed.
 
Be this to you or be this to me,
Scattered dreams in you I see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Rhyme | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Am I who I see?
Am I me I do not see?
Or some other being me?

Who am I?
Do I even know?
Am I someone other?
Or just simply another?

Who Am I?
Am I a stranger?
Am I some other me?
Or maybe someone else?

Who Am I?
Am I a nobody?
Am I someone I know?
Or merely another myself?

Who Am I?
Do I actually know?
Am I someone I do not know?
Or am I perchance another me?

Who Am I?
Do I know who I am?
Am I someone I am not?
Or somebody I want to be?

Who Am I?
Can I know who I am?
Do I know who I am not?
Or do I not know who I am not?

Who Am I?
Can I tell who I am?
Does someone even know?
Or will I ever know who I am not?

Who Am I?
Am I really known?
Do I truly know who I am?
Or am I some other I am not?

Who Am I?
Do I even exist?
Am I really even here?
Or just somebody that is not?

Who am I?
Who is this me I see?
Who is it I do not yet see?
Is it someone I wish not to say?

Who am I?
Who it is I am to be?
Shall I be unknown to me?
Or perhaps come to know one day?

Who Am I?
Am I just me I now see?
Am I the one that was once me?
Or maybe an unknown future me?

Who am I?
Can I ever really know?
Maybe I shall just never know?
For only time can tell who I will be.

© Eugene Harvey


Details | Free verse | |

Rudeness

Why so cruel?
Why so rude?
What did i do,
To change your mood?

I just said hello,
And yet you don't even bother to say goodbye.
You just leave without a reason,
I guess to you rudeness beckons.


Details | Lyric | |

So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


Details | Acrostic | |

Humanities Doorway

Stretching, far as my eyes can see in the night sky,
Thousands and thousands of spaceships float by.
Again and again this dream taunts me, with no cry.
I have no delusion; I know this is a dream so dry.
Rolling across, heavens as in motion picture mode.
Was this an omen or just my mind, or some code?
Alien spaceships, different shapes and preparations,
Yes they continually traveled in parade formations.

To the stars I look at in infatuation and dismay.
Our destiny unclear, no aliens exist they say.

The stars have always had amazement and intrigue.
Hear my plea and thoughts without any fatigue.
Each day, discovering other species, beyond our league,

Stars are just another ocean to be examined even more.
Traces of life have already been found on our measly tour.
Arrogance is just a disease to portray, we are alone for sure.
Reality is, the most nearest planets, we should not ignore.
Serve not to abandon our journey, it is humanities door.


Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


Details | Narrative | |

The Hidden Haven

What is held beneath the hidden haven is such a mystery.
Looking in and looking out never a dream and never a doubt.
Souls in need for mercy to plea a soul driven just to be set free!
The hidden haven remains such a mystery all throughout.
Obscuring what life is really all about and drenched in all of its diversity.
What is held beneath the hidden haven can never be known.
Many more tears are yet to come,
All hidden where we all begun,
A need to be loved with a place to belong with a chance to grow!
The hidden haven remains a dark mystery that’s all alone.
Concealing what life has really shown,
Omitting my every attempt to reach out and truly be done.
What is hidden beneath the hidden haven is between me with you.
A clear moment with your brightest light,
All given and laid before your eyes very own sight.
The force of strength will carry us through!
The hidden haven remains a mystery with the life we will choose.
Provoking the battle that is prepared to fight,
Crushing the life you always knew,
The hidden haven can never be known.
It is hidden!
For it is deep!
A soul that absorbs life alone,
A moment forbidden,
But held forever in my keeps!



®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Personification | |

A Special Place

Places! 
I have been to many, yours and mine!
So much seen with these eyes!
I’ve walked the lonely highways night and day,
Powered with great energy to just run away,
I have crawled so deep within myself just to find you.
Running with a bleeding mind with so many views!
I have a special place that I come to.
It‘s extra silent!
My time to be quite!
It’s completely in sync!
My time to think!
It’s so beautiful!
My time to feel wonderful!
It’s a special place that I find plentiful!

Places! 
So many I’ve already been! 
But many I have still never seen!
I have thought many times of my broken dreams, time and time again,
Powered with great energy to just run free with the wind,
Sunsets and sunrises capturing my view,
So many to come with a gleam that shines through you!
I have a special place that I come to.
I have many visions that I see.
A world untouched and unscathed by its common ground,
Touching a very special place inside of me!
Such a blessing I have found.
It’s extra special!
My only pedestal!
It‘s without pain!
My only gain!
It‘s so exceptional!
My only interval,
And it’s completely unconditional!


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

How glorious the sunset!

One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar,
and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away,
and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came 
out to play,
to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks 
below my feet like scars,
and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean 
spreads across the world to touch the shore,
and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of 
you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear


Details | Haiku | |

A Visit

Sepulchral shadows
Like gargoyles laughing madly
Haunt the painted walls.


Details | Free verse | |

THE GENIUS POEM FOR YOU EINSTEIN WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN

Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of  water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD.....   WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN..... 


BY: Elliott Bowe


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Rhythm Of Life

Joanna Davis

The' jingle, jangle', of life’s bustling pace
is filled with concords of the human race.
Towards and ending that’s yet to unfold, 
for the next generation our story is old

The tour we embark on, each step we take,
is forever deciding the choices we make
The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive 
Will all play a part in how well we survive.

If you listen carefully to every sound,
you’ll flow with the music, not stumble around
When in tune with beat, each step you take,
Becomes part of life’s rhythm, make no mistake 


Details | Clerihew | |

The Mayas veil

Apocalypse if prepared tomorrow,
The Mayas veil
Might reveal
Today we must revel and read my song of sorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


Details | Haiku | |

REINCARNATION

Here then, back  again
Traces of a life before
One the soul recalls


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Directions

Look left to my sorrow
Full of blood and tears
Full of sweat and pain
Nothing is ever clear
 
Look right and see my fury
My hatred towards my opponents
Look behind and see my apathy
Filled to the brim of lack of emotion
 
Take a few steps forward
See the angel's blood stains
Beside the torn wings stands a demon
Picking at the body's remains
 
Continue down the path
Covered by the dark cloak
Not a star in the sky
Only more fog and smoke
 
Look over your shoulder
And see the field of hate
Come to a fork in the road
Just continue going straight
 
Continue your journey
As you hear the raven cry
Feel fear itself
As you look into the sky
 
You continue to walk forward
You cannot scream or yell
You only see the final sign
It reads, "Welcome to hell"


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion Fruit Juice

where oh where does my passion lay? in a shoebox, under the staircase? i’ve been looking all day, i’m getting too tired to play. i guess it’s better off this way, to be missing eternally, than to have been found and broken, a curse that bounds when spoken, these days i hardly mention your name. most dreams are fairytales, i need to pretend if i want to achieve. i’m numb, like i’ve had a lobotomy. i am living in honesty or i am not living at all, my passions been pressed into the page - transformed from a natural beauty into something useful.


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit Flight (LOVE)

A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight 
now, I lay me down to sleep
a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward
my third eye of perception wide and receiving 
an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward 
a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight    
purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension 
I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift
a garden of light and energy suspended free
my spirit heeds the call as I drift 
submersed in a love words cannot express
I drown in light...............




The Spiritual Dream 
A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream"  
By Rick Parise


Details | Rhyme | |

On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Religious Epulaeryu

The light of first beginning
Still feeds us with love:
Hot Fish and Bread and white wine
As blessed meal of mine.
I eat with my dove 
The sweet grains,  
Lord. 


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

American Gothic { Picture Poems}

After noticing a small white house
this painter decided that it would look
fancy if someone would live in it too
so using his sister Nan and his dentist 
Dr. Byron Mckeeby this colonial print 
is mimicking 19th century Americana
And to think that they were never even standing
in front of the house they had been painted separatley





Grant Wood 1930
Americian Gothic

The Art Institute Of Chicago


Entry For Brian Strand's Ekphrasis


Details | Verse | |

The Moth

Through tomes of strange mythology
   Floats music sweetened by the gods;
And secrets wrapped in mystery
   Dance daringly where knowledge nods.

My very soul I'd gladly sell
   (Were there a devil in a hell)
To learn the t