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Details | Free verse | |

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)


Details | Sonnet | |

Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Quatrain | |

Let Me Go

You have caged me for too long
I want you to just let me go,
I have to spread these feathered wings
I need to feel the wind's blow.

You know that I love you truly
I said that I would never leave,
I want to see the rain's dance
Not just sit here and perceive.

The scene never changes, day after day
I want to go where white roses bloom,
I have never seen an ocean's wave
And neither have you, I assume.

I need to see the autumn tree's change
I want to see the snowflake's glisten,
I am wishing on the stars as they fall
This is my dream, so please just listen.

I want to fly in the sky's blue
I need to feel the sun's burn,
When I have experienced these wonders
I promise that I will return.




Details | Free verse | |

Tear Drops

Putting down sword of truth 
falling from dark clouds true blue
feelings you draw from the deep ocean
curling waves warmly galloping
summer wind warm and moist
that love glance that moment
 
Emotions floating softly
upon whispering silent winds
kissing golden sands 
wet freshly salted teardrops
washing your feet with love
fulfilling your heart’s wishes
 
Most beautiful I adore
in the name of beauty
always means forever 
sweetly in the end
gazing in your eyes
touching moist lips
 
Love you liberate me freely 
if only one could see this soul
crystals crashing to the ground
rising to the occasion with love
cherishing every moment fully
never saying goodbye
 
How precious shining a true treasure
touching gossamer wing longing brush 
wishing in an everlasting memory
hoping always for the best
making life happen always
showing no fear ever 

Memories of a love so true
wishing a life together forever
embracing each other so warmly
caressing and kissing openly
seeking fate and destiny in life
crying tear drops openly

Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Free Verse Collaboration,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 20, 2014) 


Details | Sonnet | |

The Gem

THE GEM As precious stones are hidden and entwined In minerals of ordinary worth, They must be found, professionally mined From common, rocky layers of the earth. Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart As valued gems. Neglected, they will share In earth's destructive force—erosion's art— Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear. Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip This soul embedded in your work of clay, And let your tools of grace and fellowship Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay. Cut many facets that reflect and show— The worth of gem and miner in its glow. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~3rd Place~ Contest: Precious Stones and Gems Sponsor: Anthony Slausen Judged 11/22/2014


Details | Free verse | |

Not Missing Loves Beat

Not Missing Love’s Beat

Not missing love’s beat . . . .
Sails to you this golden bright morning rising so high 
Sails waving with light, joy, and such promise and hope 
One smile gasping breathless always for you my love

As you walk with me deeply into Eden’s very paradise
Dancing my heart love on that yellow brick road of dreams
Dying to be with you my love forever and ever and ever 
Dreams inside of eternal youth with my heart pounding so	

Awaiting the very day to come when I stand before you 
Down on bended knee holding your hands warmly smiling 
Kissing each and every single fingertip so exquisitely 
I shall ask you to be forever and always with me my love 

You will be my Queen with dazzling jewels of an ocean wide 
The other heartbeat echoing as two becomes one complete
Our thirst for love and passion is almost unquenchable
And my very psyche is afire with excitement when we caress

Sleeping at night my love brings me into your dream world
Where it’s me and you and you and me together floating
Through the very ether of time breathing rarefied air so
Deliciously as we’re hopelessly mesmerized in true love 

When I awaken from our nocturnal dream trance so joyously
We hold one another so lovingly and caress so warmly at once
We kiss passionately and longingly in a most sublime spirit while
Not missing love’s beat . . . . 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)


Details | Quatrain | |

Kaleidoscope Dreams

Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and faltering In monotone hues.

Through kaleidoscope eyes, I envisioned my skies
But the pot at the rainbow was storybook lies
so with nothing to gain and nothing to lose,
I just shuffled around In my blacks and my blues.

Never did I imagine you!, Green… to be my savior
But there you arose, out of my dark abyss
With your bottle green dress and scarlet kiss
Your emerald  green eyes and unbridled bliss.

Now my kaleidoscope dreams have all been unfurled
Since you Green, have colored my world
You rescued my heart, Green
You rescued my heart.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.







Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014





Details | Free verse | |

Oh sweet rose

Beautiful rose
covered in 
your petal finery
sweet silken
satin soft feelings
singing in praise
touching deeply inside

Gentle heart 
of sweetness
tenderness flows
from your sweet
scenting aroma
floats inside 
the scent

Heavenly emotions
enchanting beauty
looking amazing
red in passion
hot soft whispering 
pink blushing
orange warm
as the sun beams glow

Dressed in white
you crown angels
petals softly 
Whispers flow
on scented air
words inside 
I love you

Kissing and hugging
my love deeply darling
surrendering to you
without doubt
purest rose

I trust 
from the petals
into my heart
a crowning jewel
you are queen
amongst flowers 
amazingly baby


Details | Free verse | |

I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time


Details | Free verse | |

Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?


Details | Free verse | |

Enchanted Vision of Love So Pure

Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew 
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining 
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain 
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love! 

You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling 
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire 
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare 
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear! 

Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch 
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance 
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too! 

Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss 
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine 
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,                  
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)                           
(Free Verse)


Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


Details | Verse | |

Deep Low Math

Deep Low Math


Divide the 1st number by nothing, Undefined,
That’s the meaning of TRUE LOVE,
Even the highest integer in a form of positive,
Cannot explain why this thing is greater than any negative

When you expand this formula of “X”, and why?
Why this “X” is = to 1 + 1 is = to us?
What is our common factor? Let me tell you in a simplest form,
Our destiny is collinear and coplanar
Parallel wherever we are

In the start, connection is at the end of Hypotenuse,
Problems make us become variables,
Inequalities make us strong,
But I found out that ½ of my heart fits yours, I chose,

Our life is an equation, we connect like a proportion
Whether our time acts like an acute,
100 % I will give it all just for you,

Our hands intersect with each other
Its so perpendicular as our eyes knew it better
And as I push the number 8 into the ground
It became infinity the sign of my heart

76 + 67 is in commutative Property
Where N is = to 143
These are words that I just want to say,
Let us make a perfect love story using the square root
Of the prime tree, as I say,
Please let me stay with you, Forever and ever, EVERYDAY


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


Details | Free verse | |

Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.


Details | Rhyme | |

LOVE: "The God Precept is Prior Cause"

An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept! 

Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising, 
Within one’s own precept love is the comprising,
Will be no rising in the mind’s compromising!

As yeast from the east, bread of life is apprising,
Pending only a few mind’s their realizing,
Of love’s precept which is uncompromising,
Where shall you be(?), at the precept’s advising…

In life’s ascension  of illusion’s mountain, 
Toward the drinking of your precept’s fountain, 
Of clear, free moving waters, life appertain,
Where forever love’s precept shall be obtained!

Since the very dawn of precept’s greatness of spawn,
Parasites of concept’s might, sought the abject wand,
Oh Judas concept, mind inept, precept abscond,
The Stubborn Ox, the metaphor correspond! 

The belligerent concept, of elder mind,
In complex darkness, is groping, seeking to find,
Within the whorish darkness first light’s refine,
Out of void of darkness came light, mind was blind!  

  

  


Details | Free verse | |

How I Met Your Mother

Kids,
I once vacationed in the company of silence,
It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon
me;
Although I had a calling that answered my 
purpose, 
A myth of joy existed outside this career, 
I was left drowning in limbo, without an 
excuse; 
But there was a witness, who studied my trail 
without cause, 
And without apprehension, she helped to resurrect the 
the location of destiny; 
Allow me to reminisce on such. 

For it was in a previous portrait, that I encountered 
a dozen roses; 
Of these that I held, there were none that exceeded 
a brief touch,
A momentary scent that never returns; 
Now understand with this expression, it is not a
boast I intend to create, 
For I was seeking that gentle grip, in hopes of it never 
departing;
I continued a cold failure, never realizing the warmth of 
victory that smiled ahead. 

I settled on the peak of solitude, as my faith passed
away in obscurity, 
And yet, beyond these frozen eyes, there existed a 
narration of fate, waiting for my company; 
For you see kids, I’ve walked past the casual frame 
of your mother, 
And misplaced my sight, I’ve missed her spirit by 
petty inches, 
And when there was a vision of opportunity, my space
was occupied with trivial games. 

Then one day, I discovered a possession that linked 
heaven and earth forever, 
An umbrella your mother left abandoned; 
And yet, it was through her innocent misfortune, 
That I discovered her abstract songs, played upon
by the perfect key, 
Her heart that sits in prosperity, from the charity of 
deeds, 
A collection of beauty, your mother gracefully 
owns; 
By the time we crossed into cupid’s lair, I knew 
already, the verses of duality were written true, 
And with that, the perfect stranger discarded her 
title, 
Leading Renee into popularity; 
Hello became the endless quote, we spoiled into 
memory. 

As the task of life left this page briefly open, 
I responded with a mutual exit, confirming these 
lips of joy, 
And with revelations of challenge forever slayed,  
I peacefully fell, forever breathless. 


Details | Free verse | |

Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.




Details | Free verse | |

Onion of Passion - A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup

Onion of Passion (A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup)

Start with an idea
Start with an onion

Onion on a cutting board
Onion from the crisper drawer

Drawer of firm vegetables
Drawer of future soup

Soup to feed the poet’s soul
Soup to cure the common cold

Cold days feeling uninspired
Cold nights feeling over tired

Tired of the same same same
Tired of this empty feeling

Feeling compulsive
Feeling hungry

Hungry for a poem to come
Hungry for some hearty soup

Soup flavored with Whitman’s marrow
Soup that starts with his sort of rawness

Rawness of starchy emotion
Rawness of aromatic images

Images of stiff green celery stalks
Images of bright chunked carrot snips

Snips sautéing in olive oil (dash of salt!)
Snips of memory softening

Softening and blending into metaphors
Softening with those onions now translucent

Translucent as distant dreams
Translucent as childhood kisses

Kisses snuck behind the bushes or
Kisses from great grandma

Grandma gave this life recipe
Grandma said to let things simmer

Simmer with love like chicken stock
Simmer then add the bag of herbs

Herbs are like adjectives
Herbs like just the right verbs

Verbs of action rather than being
Verbs like heat and sear and cook and flavor

Flavor the soup
Flavor for sharing

Sharing ourselves
Sharing is why

Why we cook these chunky poems
Why we cook anything

Anything at all
Anything  with passion

Passion and heart
Passion pulsing

Pulsing…
Heart…


Details | Free verse | |

Love Bites

Love bites like the first frost in late autumn.
It kills whatever flowers have survived since summer ended.
The frost slowly seeps into the stem, totally consumes the petals,
then when it least expects it,
freezes them, biting deep into the roots, 
and choking it to death.
Eventually leaving nothing but a dead, rotted weed.

My love for you was like that flower,
and like that flower my heart was wild and free.
Until, one day when I was frost bitten, by your love for me,
which like that frost, was cold and uncaring.

Love bites like frost to a flower.
It hurts everything in it's path.
You know it's coming, and there is no way to stop it.
Nothing lasts forever.





Written by: Kelly Deschler   motif: nature & philosophical    (old poem)


Details | Free verse | |

Smoke Signals

If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,

I would endeavor this note reach a messenger

with quick feet, so that you would read it before

I became nothing more than a ruin,

damned by it’s own occasion.

I would speak with a gentle urgency,

through teeth like embers of brimstone.

" Let not your tender humor steer you

in a direction that would wilt us both. 

Fan the flames that have consumed me,

It’s a burn that fuels our passion

I love you and the pain that you bring,

you are the brightness in the sky,

and the darkness of night.

You are the sting of broken flesh,

and the sweet release of blood that flows.

You are the healing of my blackened benevolence,

and the anger in my wisdom.

You are my second eye, 

and my heaviest anchor.

You are the spark,

and the kindle.

You are my Queen.”



-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Echo

Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.





Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" -  themes-gothic/spiritual


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Disappear

wake up to serendipity
ignorant and unknown
shaken and not stirred
blond can be bond

Reality, metaphor and cliche
cheesy juvenile decay
Love, care and hate
past the use by date

of fights and torment
and well deserved lament
salute to the solitary reaper
with Metallica... I disappear


Details | Free verse | |

What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close ...so intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?
...............................................................

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
wish 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
just 
like me?
What on earth is it like ....to be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?



Details | Quatrain | |

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7


Details | Free verse | |

Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
 
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.


Details | Verse | |

Letters On My Arm

you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms. 
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there. 
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care. 
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through


Details | Free verse | |

Shotgun Lovesong

Let's play a game
of Russian Roulette.
I'll go first,
you can pull the trigger.
Look me in the eyes
as the muzzle 
nuzzles
the temple of my skull.

Fire.

I'll probably be fine,
more than alright in fact, 
as I watch you
watch me
remain alive.

It'll look like you love me.
It'll look like you care.


Details | Free verse | |

Nearby

Why must I hear
the tempting gurgle
Of the life giving stream 
A sound wet with promise
Of refreshment

Why must I see
The alluring rush of movement
Liquid heaven
An enticing flow
Beckoning me to immersion

Why must I but lie here
Dying for want of water?
The sandpaper of my lips
Not even welcoming
A tongue cracked  
With not a drop of moisture
to bring relief
To assuage the grief
Or parched dreams

My throat constricts
contractions 
that fail to produce
Life
I’m dying

My skin dry
I lie
Devoid of liquid to cry tears
Why? WHY?
Why Am I here
Beside this life giving stream
Tormented 

Where is the angel
To lift my weary head
And gently pour this water
On my waiting lips
Patiently ministering
Again and again
Liquid healing
Waiting….
Till I’m somewhat revived
To carry me
Slowly
Purposefully
into waiting watery wetness
of heaven
Until I am baptized
In liquid bliss

I’m dying here
Here on the edge
I see
I hear
I can almost taste
Feel 
The stream of your love
bathing me
quenching me
freeing me
healing me

Forbidden to drink
Forbidden to taste
Forbidden to touch
Forbidden to love
Forbidden to LIVE

But why?
Why must I die?
When the water of life
Is nearby

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

Cupid's Golden Bow

Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 
always hits the target to the tightest degree
shedding his green skin like the chameleon he is 
the frog began drowning non-stop smiling as
he fell deeper into ocean colors of all shades a pearl
in a deep pool of beauty bathing so bright
he felt an electric bolt filled with deep undercurrents
string sparks fly in the first kiss with all feeling and intention
 
String sparks sizzilin' fly in the first kiss and bring  
dazzling amazing golden warm struck straight
but oh so gallant and oh so wonderful
 
In the heart on fire within passion hot
underneath the stars sailing of into space
inside floating around thoughts off the first mate
desires your affectionate smiles, laughs, and grins 
sings in the mind's eye grace of a thousand swans in flight
into another space over the Milky Way jewels sparkles a star
tender doting to the soul's eyes
floating to you bouncing inside waves
steaming hot seductive lashes 
floating through those curtains we join souls
uniting tender wooing and wonderful woven passion 
softly we forever kiss my love as desire always lays with you
 
I need and crave your love to take me to the edge of the night
dancing in my dreams struck deeply while 
turning this world upside down
into a golden paradise ball with all bells and whistles
that I've wished in my life
 
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 
always hits the target tight and perfect
Always!  Always!  Always!  Always!
 
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Collaborative Free Verse Poem, October 16, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Loose Change

I dig into the open wounds of self preservation,

and hear

                   ...from way over there,

my love jingling in your pocket

as if it were the loose change 

in your wet dreams. 

You were always numb to the mirror,

taking comfort in the blind eyed 

discontent you've reigned in 

with hard strokes of denial,

making your makeup seem

a little more made up in the dim lighting

of reflection. 

Don't you think? 

It was never about making love,

it was about forgetting.

My hips were a glowing red exit sign,

on the route of 

                           ....screwing life away.

Each moan, a promise that 

even though you were dead inside,

you could still make a piece of the 

world shake. 

Maybe even make something break. 

And that made everything seem

a bit more tolerable...

until I started thanking you 

for the damage inflicted.

The pain I felt, assurance 

that I was alive.

I'm not sure why that 

took the fun out of it 

for you..

I still screamed bloody murder

when you sunk your teeth into

newly adjusted nerve endings..

The pain, more real than ever before.

I guess you never meant to 

take a ride with someone just as 

damaged as you. 

You were hoping to be the only 

ghost in this city, still bound

to a carnal playhouse. 

But baby..

                I was a corpse long before I had any change to spare.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Couplet | |

Coming Back

Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to 
express what was going on at the time.

The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.

Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.

The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...

I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.

They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
And disengage.

I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking, 
It feels like a smack.

I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.

There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.

You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
Our anniversary,
I know I missed.

I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.

I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.

I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.




Details | Rhyme | |

A Rose with no Thorn

A Rose with No Thorn

In the Garden, the bouquet of life
There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye
Incomparable is this rose’s design
Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind

I know they say that every rose has its thorn
But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born
One of a kind, the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn

Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair
A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air
A pristine beauty from the realms up above
For she is the flower primeval of love

And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion
I find I am fashioned by love that’s everlasting
And in my heart she’ll always be adorned
For she is a rose with no thorn

Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her
The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her
But she’ll not wither, neither will she wilt
For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled

Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled
Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil
One of a kind, yes the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn



Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson


Details | Alliteration | |

You

Smile...

Dream...

Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...

Soft silky and smooth on your skin...

Smile....

Dream...

Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...

Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...

Smile...

Dream...

Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...

Fingertips flit freely across your arm...

Smile...

Dream...

Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...

Spinning tops twiling tenderly....

Smile....

Dream....

Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...

Softly calling quietly,

I love you!


Details | Rhyme | |

Love, Kiss, Sex '25 words'

~*~ left hand touch to excite KISS is spark to ignite right hand pulls us tight heartbeats like dynamite LOVE is pain SEX has no refrain ~~**~~ ~*~


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dark Ice

Shadows and murky darkness deep
Describe the depths of lonely hearts
That lie in wait and icy chill
For fiery love to burst in flames;
That empty chests may be refilled
And taste sweet love again!


Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ember

Thy scarlet rise, thy wistful blur

I delve, into thine purest passion

and taste the ember

of our crazed pollution.

Thy lash, thy whipping break 

I, hither under thine blooming scuffle

soothe the yoke of this moment

with the edge of epiphany's 

final gasp. 

Sink thine breath into mine marrow,

and live within me,

within this embrace.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Personification | |

Treasure of My Heart

Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed with golden keys. Her voice called to me the first time I held her in my arms. I strummed her six strings slowly in the key of G, then moved softly to D and C. All the while, I searched earnestly for her purity in sound quality and style. She was not the most beautiful in the showroom. But oh yes! She did flatter me with her musical presence. She was beautiful to me! I knew from that moment on she would be mine for eternity. 

Within the hour, I took her home to meet the family. She was shy on the journey, not making a sound; perhaps due to this being her first automobile ride or simply wanting to see a world she was now a part of. Yamaha was cased in alligator leather, a brown dressing which was stylish for the day. We were both nervous as we arrived and got out of the car. My strong caressing grip on her handle assured her she wouldn’t fall and it would be alright. She knew it would be alright as I smiled at her. 

I opened the door, allowing her to enter first. When in the living room, I called to everyone to come meet the newest member of the family. Dad was taken by her simple yet elegant beauty and style. Mom touched her first and she was most pleased. At that moment I realized the importance of first impressions as Mom marveled at how pretty she was. I sat down in the best chair in the living room while Mom listed to Yamaha talk and I sang a popular country love song.  I was pleased with the family acquaintance to Yamaha. It was evident she had become a part of the family.

 The first few weeks, I couldn’t keep Yamaha out of my arms. I longed to be with her every minute of the day. In my eye, she made me smile by just gazing upon her. I fumbled with her in those beginning days. She ignored my elementary attempts at refinery and permitted me the time to catch up to her mastery rather than bow down to my level. Like any two lovers, both must reach to the need of the other. Only then is love truly in harmony. 

Today, Yamaha is not the young glistening blond I held in my arms some thirty years removed. Her wood has been scared by my love to play her. She has received countless face lifts which cover her tainted mother-of-pearl. Her brown leather case dress stands in need of a seamstress care. But as with all things having been learned through love, we now make beautiful music together. She is my treasure, a light into my soul's well. She amplifies my inner being. As I perform, she is glorified. We have grown old together,and gotten better in time. I still hold her in my arms day by day as this lover has risen to her grace and expectations. She is my treasure for a life time.


Details | Rhyme | |

The One That I-Love

I-am an I-T with I-D and I-LL BE 
staring at your I-G cause when I-SEE 
you I-FEEL so happy, And MAY-BE I can be your J-B.
But I-SUCKS, Cause I have no HI-LUX
Cant treat you to Starbucks, watch movies on I-MAX.
Cant bring you to WHITE-ROCKS resort with HIGH-BILLS
Eat chicken, steak in FRY-GRILL.
But I-FEEL that I-WILL be with you, 
UN-TIL I died from a HIGH-CHILL.  
But IM-STEEL to BE-KILL 
So I-STILL climb lots of HIGH-HILLS 
With you while on your HIGH-HEELS
And I'll-STEAL your heart for real.
To RE-VEAL that my love for you is FOR-REAL.
Just to prove you Girl what I-Feel.

-Ezekiel Vicher
Twitter : @Vichpleaase "Follow" :)


Details | Verse | |

Yellow umbrella

Yellow umbrella

Her drafted shape (my thought) appeared aside the cloudy rainbow,
so gracefully on ether walked; romantic apparition,
as she was holding an umbrella that was smiling yellow,
and neath the clouds she visited my mindful recognition.

Amid the mist I saw her smile, rhapsodical emission,
she flew above, inside the dew, her vernal laughter blithesome,
caressed the promises of years before, adorned contrition
the bells then rang but very far, her bright umbrella's spectrum.

And I embraced her as I should, before time's definition,
the daffodils embellishing our dusk, but not the morrow
oh, how two souls had fled along our blooming last rendition,
while that umbrella covered hence, her inward raining sorrow.

© 03-31-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
((Iambic) decapentasyllabic verse)


Details | Ode | |

From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Letter

Present Date:   December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped:  December 23, 1944
From:  _______  no return address but clearly overseas
To:  Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years

~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~

The Letter

The letter came by mail on Christmas Day
The envelope was clearly decades old
No postal service can be used today
From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold

This could not be about the man I lost 
The mystery of where he is remains
Is MIA from World War II his cost
In this enfolded missive clue contains 

An overwhelming fear takes hold of me
To get this letter on a holiday
My life content but miss my man at sea
Potential subterfuge to my dismay ?

Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear
There's something that this letter has to say
Mentation meditates the chiffonier
I put away to read another day


Details | Narrative | |

Love Fast , Run Far

	Search
Patrick Kail
Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of 
tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless 
rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge 
first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats 
spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still 
wanting.
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Love Fast Run Far 

by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013
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Details | Lyric | |

DANCE

A young novice in a new town
where He didn't know a soul
His head was spinning so fast
he just wanted to do his role

Oh.. it's hard to be the rookie
where every single thing is new
Stepped outside the boundaries 
'cause he really didn't have a clue

He was living for the weekend
time to finally relax and unwind
Jumping off the conveyer belt
where he'd been running blind

Now he's off to the county dance
feels like the whole town is there
But on this turf he's comfortable
and pretty girls are everywhere

Not a shy bone is in his body
one by one he takes their hand
Feels like Heaven in this moment
he's loving this thumping band

You talk about total cluelessness
he thought the night was going well
One boy didn't like his girl chasing 
now his eye is starting to swell

He never thought about social politics
wow, was that a huge mistake
Be careful how you compliment
or next bones he might just break

Friend, when your new in the city
but careful who you romance
Those pretty girls might be taken
and not just by your dance!

*The Town is Poetry Soup.  The Dance is the exchange of comments.  The black eye was because the new writer didn't know all the politics going on here.  More details.. You'll have to read between the lines :)

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Today's Poem



Details | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Epic | |

Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Tanka | |

Lighthouse

My light will guide you
Though obstacles crowd your way
Your future shines bright
You will make it through unscathed
Here I stand to keep you strong


Details | Free verse | |

Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Love is the Weapon

Fuse ignited by the half-lit cigarette
perched precariously on the corner of your mouth,
I'm a suicide bomber,
and you are all I have left to believe in.
Side by side, 
Our lungs screaming,
we torch the world around us,
destroying perfection to create beauty.
We rise again from the smoldering wreckage,
cleansed with the split blood of our broken hearts.
The embers drift in the sky like fireflies 
as we wipe the ash from our eyes.
Hands clasped,
we venture forth into this brave new world,
rebuilding reality brick by brick
and from each other,
learning to love again.


Details | Prose | |

She

She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

fenetre bleu


fenêtre bleu

The sky embraced night's darkened silent shout
outside your bleu fenêtre, alone I stood,
my mind succumbed to null - and crossed to doubt
- a broken model made from balsa wood.

The foolish daughters of the gusts - (some thought!),
came to escort sky's sovereign tears - clouds shed,
you fled above; sepia contrast - and naught,
in air the photograph adheres - my wed.

And then the vastness chose to die - (my soul!)
in that same dream I kissed your palms - and craved,
soul's longitudes that sing and lie - stand tall,
deep burns this solitude's realms - engrave.

In air suspending a newspaper folds
remote's her dance, that renders winds approach
her insignificance my spirit holds,
before the window mends my blue night thoughts.

© G. V. 03-22-2013


Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means


Details | Free verse | |

Fishing

I’m an All-Star at bottling emotions,
I run around my court dribbling emotions
onto paper. Ball hogging my sensitivities,
no one has ever been able to catch me..
I’m too damn quick.
I’ve sent every nerve that has threatened 
to expose itself deep into a dark hole.
Hammered a cross at it’s base labeled 
"Eyes only."
The most technical term I could muster.
Most people steer clear of technicalities. 
I’m suddenly thinking about Boyle’s law.
I feel like a hooked fish,
being reeled up from deep waters
and I can picture the rushing current 
of self doubt passing over me
while you bring me ashore.
I can see your reaction
to my insides protruding
out of my mouth like that
Bass I caught in Conroe.
I just hope you can stand the image.
I’ve never felt a pull so strong.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


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 | Free verse | |

The Hue of Blue

The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of 
what we once shared that summer so long ago.

As the crisp air and rain touches my face 
all those memories tend to cascade.  .  . 
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.

© August 24, 2013 


Details | Free verse | |

Never Enough

I always love more,
and it kills me in the end.
I always give more than I receive
and,
even though I cherish each smile like it alone
was responsible for moving the world,
it was never enough 
and I was never enough,
but we both knew the teams weren't quite even
and each was playing by a different set of rules.
So I gave you all I had and
took out a loan to give you more-
leaving my heart hungry so I could make sure
there was always enough to fill yours-
and you gave me what you had 
and I cherished each glance like it kept the oceans churning.
I pawned my soul and shed my skin-
leaving my bones cold and aching-
so yours would never feel hollow.
And I gave you everything I had
and loved you with all my strength
until my heart gave out-
and yet I still managed a few more beats
for good measure-
And you gave me what you could but
it wasn't enough
and still I cherished each ounce of your love
like it was the last breath ghosting across my lips
in one final offering to you-
"I love you."


Details | ABC | |

Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





Details | Free verse | |

Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray


Details | Lyric | |

Miles

I write
my late night revelations
paint an image so clear-
so precise-
as if fine-tuned with a microscope.
I see the truth.
I now realize that what I need-
I want-
is YOU.
I don't know how I am going to make you see,
make you feel...
I need to make you know.
A simple touch is all I need
to delve into your mind and infect you.
But how to reach you?
You are hidden far away
within your own mind,
in maze of your own design.
Between us locked doors and endless traps,
mountains,
valleys,
rivers, lakes, oceans,
miles and miles of 
impassible terrain that keeps me apart,
keeps me from you!
We are two universes set to collide-
not to be destroyed,
but merge into one.
Set to collide, but keep missing our mark.
This is unbeknownst to you.
I keep the secrets within me.
How much longer can I wait-
how much longer until my silence
consumes me?
Until you break me?
I am deserted, alone,
left in desolation.
You are the answer to the questions,
the key to my freedom.
But you cannot reach me.
And you do not know what you are.
How much longer til my time runs out?


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Verse | |

THE SADDEST LOVE

We loved without regards to who did not want us together.
We disregarded their threats.
If I could have let go, I surely would have.
Now, I stand looking out the window in sadness.
Will the sun shine again?

It seems like I cannot come in out of the storm.
The rainfall is drowning my emotions.
My mind is with him in his tomb.
This is the saddest love.

Internal visages emerge, miens seen daily via her demeanor.

My life is a mess.
I have lost someone dear through no fault of my own.
I am left without anyone to depend on.
Lord, by your grace, I shall overcome the saddest love.

Depression is a lifelong malaise.
The visual inspiration given shows discontent.
Unhappiness she faces.
Her man’s life has be taken.
She is visiting him in his grave.
The saddest love has fasciae.
_____________________________|
Penned on MAY 13, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Kiss From Heaven

My heart longs to hug
and to snug
In ur warm arms.
Not to be left in darkness.
We used to snog
On the large log,
Feeling ur tenderness
And every sweetness
Of yours lips.
Your swaying hips
Astounded my senses.
There are no pedestals
Reserved in the heavens
For girl wit such outlooks.
You exist in my fantasy
Visiting in my fantasy,
For a gem I have lost.
Heaven's taken my best.
I need no other kiss
But your kiss
From heaven.


Details | Rhyme | |

Passion Fruit

Your body is like succulent fruit
Vine ripe, plump and tasty
I must quell my desire to gobble you up
I mustn’t be so hasty

Your skin so smooth and supple, 
Tender to the touch
Wanting so to taste your flesh
My yearning is just too much

Your sweet aroma fills the air
And I absorb your pleasing essence 
Entering my nose then body 
Where it reacts like effervescence

My mouth is now watering
And I’m unable to fight
This thirst and anticipation
For the first delicious bite

I finally give in and peel away your clothes
Like the skin of some exotic fruit  
The goodness I find hidden within
Is exquisite without refute

I savor every morsel
The taste of you is divine
I’ll never share you with another
The pleasure of you is all mine

You satisfy my every desire
My hunger and thirst you sate
No other can compare to your passion fruit
It’s the best I ever ate.
 


Details | Sonnet | |

Please Place Patience Upon My Palms

Why can’t you just be evil? Like my mind
wants you to be: Unfaithful, shameful.
I want to hate you! But you’re too kind
and no matter you are always thankful
of me and my song of desperation
for pain and its un-winnable future.
I know! A heart’s betrayal may come
disguised as death bringing this return 
to memory of past regret, unyielding
regret, this plan of me my only way out.
Understand unending and what may be.
Believe in the certainty of two hearts.
Trust in the flesh and the way it feels
on fingertips, lips... Trust love—it is real.

Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp! 
JustThatArchaicPoet Contest
Poem chose “Knock, Knock” 


Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.


Details | Ballad | |

When Love Comes

When Love comes to town

so the saying goes

flee will the foes

except the sad clown



Love is always in town

and out of town

in fact has left the building

right?



Love is in all places 

and nowhere at all

if you don't look

or lack the social graces



The sad clown is

a metaphor for you

for you are so blind

in your apparent happiness



Yet Love conquers all

gathers up the lost

when I am weak

Love does the most



(and so I must post)


Details | Rhyme | |

Disguised Angel (I'm in Love)

My lady you must have been sent from above
Immediately we clicked
You fit me like a glove
I don't know what it is
But you better not give me a kiss
Or it could lead to something bigger
Probably you having kids
Figures...
My sensitivity button triggers
I didn't think it was possible
My hormones appear to be unstoppable
I see you in my dreams
Smile bright your white teeth gleams
Hair kept nice
No trace or flakes
Or lice
No disrespect but I admire your body
So many doors to go through
Like Trump Tower's lobby
Will I enter the right one
Probably
You are the very best
To have you I am very blessed
If you leave the feelings may be worse
The sins I have pledged
Mark of the beast 
I'm cursed
I see you as a disguised angel
The number one territory
I'm here to claim you
A metaphor for my feeling
My right leg is sore from the one-knee kneelings
If I cry my eyes are the oranges can you see the peelings
Goodness that walk, so full of grace
No girl can take your place
At putting a smile on my face
The only girl to share the food on my plate
Walk hand-in-hand through Heaven's gate
My Angel is what I call you
Animorph like a cow how I go moo
You are no ghost so I won't say boo
I love you and I know you love me too
Doesn't it remind you of that song from Barney
Your love has a fire don't pull the alarm on me
Like a knot of bodies we can never untangle
My solid spirit
My baby
My Angel



Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Rhyme | |

The Swing Set

The Swing Set
By Kevin Robey
March 26, 2013

In a playground amongst the frozen wasteland
They swung together above the littered sand
He didn’t understand why she felt ok
Swinging in the cold, just swinging away

They didn’t talk as they swung away together
Despite the wind, she didn’t feel the weather
She swung for reasons he could never really see
He stopped and stared, waiting for her to speak

His fingers were numb but he didn’t really care
All she had done for him, it was more than fair
He owed her the world, led by her selfless example
He smiled as he realized this was just a sample

He sat and watched now, couldn’t swing anymore
But she kept going; weary legs begging for more
When her heart was blown out by the unforgiving wind
He stood, waiting patiently by to return the fire again

Tapping along until his fingers turned to stone
He promised her once she would never be alone
He was not here as a lover, but as a friend
Her heart returned it all, again and again

But he saw no smile as her momentum regained
Her vacant stare spoke softly of a dying vein
She didn’t know if she would ever see the dying sun
In this torrid family affair that she had never won

He felt the silent tear streaming from her heart
Same place as his, where they’d never be apart
As she slowed down, her feet dragged on the ground
Her smile unbound, with the love that they had found

She felt the pain everywhere at once, but still she smiled
She sat on the frozen ground, and there they stayed awhile
Noticing for the first time the barren wasteland of their hearts
Her world was a shattered wreck, but this swing set stood apart

The pulverized remnants of her distant childhood memories
Lay all around them like dreams made by her worst enemies
As he held her close to him, she nuzzled her nose into his chest 
Reprieve from the surrounding chaos, closed her eyes to rest

Finally she stood up and asked him if he was ready to move on
When he said yes, they ventured into the world they had drawn
With redefined smiles they saw their futures intertwined
The unlikely survivors of their own post apocalyptic minds

Endless horizons lay ahead as they left the swing sets behind
He couldn’t touch the demons that waged war in her mind
So he squeezed her hand tight, and she did just the same
Into the world they went, giving every street a new name

[sitting on the ground next to a swing set in florida]


Details | Free verse | |

Chocolate Swirl

Chocolate, nothing tastes better than rich 
creamy chocolate
such a delight.
Brown chocolate skin woman how sweet 
you must be, such a savory treat brown 
chocolate skin woman.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Brown Philosoper aka The 
Green Poet


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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Verse | |

Waterfalls

Headwaters,
Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.

Everyone.
Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,

Cascading
Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.

Waterfalls,
From the rapids of youth,
To the flat waters of golden years


----------------------------------------------
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline
11.02.14


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 | Quatrain | |

The kings of the night

The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.

Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.

The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated, 
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.

Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley, 
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.

The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence, 
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.

Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The hand named Love

There is a hand out there
and it is named Love;
don't be alarmed,
for she is a lovely hand and she smiles at you,
yet I can't find her to save my life.
If you find that hand called love,
please could someone shake it for me,
yes- please shake it for me.

.2.10.2014.


Details | Ballad | |

The Light

Two and sixty days ago —
Two months, or so I'm told —
I wandered, wistful, without cause,
Through a memory of old.

A hall of walls I wandered, tall,
As tall as tales I could weave,
But none as tall as this regale,
A story that you won't believe.

I walked near endless hours,
My only friends the cobblestones,
Ringing in my steps the sin
That only time atones,

When upon that pallid plaster
I did spy a shocking sight:
Upon that place's rocky face,
The wall had turned to light.

"Curious," I cooed and questioned,
Calm as I could never be,
"Perhaps it might be that this light
Is rightly mine, I see?"

And as I pondered that hall I wandered,
A chilling change I never chose arose:
That light so rife with delight and fright
Began to open, and I froze,

For that particular portcullis I pondered
Put me in a vice.
I nary noticed that walls in focus
Had changed into a hall of lights.

Transfixed, the light engulfed me so,
As slow as my bewildered head
Could comprehend the candid land
I planned my final stand in dead.

I whizzed through spaces, unknown places,
In stasis from the faceless force
When finally I fell, the frenzied light
Still tight from an unseemly source.

All at once, those two months
Became a fraction of a wink;
The frost was lost as I was tossed
Among the lights of what I think.

And where else would I find myself
But in this courtyard we call love?
My journey never left my head,
Nor bed's unconscious dreamland hub.

Two and sixty days ago,
I heard these words so true,
And in the dark they were my light:
You told me "I love you."


Details | Rhyme | |

Stones

Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn




Details | Sonnet | |

Like The Finest Of Wines

You say I'm old enough to know better;
But I am still young enough not to care--
So I'll compose another love letter
To shake up your world, my dear lady-fair.
Your kiss still goes to my head like champagne.
(I should have built a tolerance by now!)
They send me spinning around and again...
I can't get enough of them anyhow.
I may not chase as fast as I used to,
Nor do my passions carry me away,
But my heart's embers still smolder for you-
And they prob'ly will 'til my dying day.
Our love matures like the finest of wine,
Whose bouquet piquant endures for all time.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Limerick | |

This Path we Walk

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of  and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
  The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC


Details | Lyric | |

I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	


Details | Free verse | |

Heartbreak

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

T.K


Details | Alliteration | |

Withstanding Love

Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.

Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.

I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.

Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Castaway and the Scribe

Silent in a sturdy mountain shelter, she scribed
About the castaway who lived in her mind
Worn rebel looks, tall and slender
Flaxen hair, blue jeans and leather
Sunburned by life's storms, weathered

One golden day his soft blue eyes found a life renewed
Instant passion stirred, woes of a battered past blurred
Until reckless fate crashed the still ocean breeze
And threw him away into turbulant seas

Now cast aside on different paths
In silence, she scribes at the hourglass
While counting each grain of sand
She longs to sleep, marooned 
On his eternal island



Details | Romanticism | |

He Loved Her

He loved her,
she was blind and loved someone else
who did not love her back.
He truly loved her,
but she held him as just a friend;
nothing more than that unwanted title.
He loved her,
soon he'd relize she wasn't the one
he was truly looking out for,
and she was like a blind fish in a salty sea
looking for the hook to pull her in.
He loved her;
but now there is no more to be shared,
it is sad;
truly it is very, very sad.

He went on to greater and better
and she stayed behind in her cloud of smoke
and liver full with alcohols and lungs filled with cancers;
not to be mean;
but she had lost something good...
She had lost a man who truly loved her.

This is a sad tale of love; not being found in the right or wrong place,
see the romantic side is they will still find love,
Oh yes she will find someone
and he will find someone too;
but they will be two different people
who, by their definition will treat them
not for what they possess in their pockets and driveways,
but what they truly possess in their own hearts.

Love does not have just one definition, but many definitions
that all relate to our own needs in life.
In the end we all find love,
just not with the people we except to love us back.

12/2/13


Details | Epic | |

Isigin Dusu-II

Senle ve sensiz bir hic
Yururum yolumda
Korkmadan yasamin
Senle sensiz bir hic

Bir dag yamacinda ucurum hayatim senle sensiz bir hic
Yasam dersem kabulum agit yakilmis sevdamiza
Hikayesi  umit olsa da  acsa  cicek olsa sevda yaylalarda
Senle sensiz bir hic  bilerim  tasinmaz yasanmaz  nefesimiz

Bir cicek sevda yaylada ruzgarla esen
Kosma  olumune  desem  kimse dinlemez  
Ruzgarlar  sallar eser gullu  basma  bedenini 
Saklar saclarini yazmali basortusu dantelli
Akar bir nehir  sevdayla senle ve sensiz hic
Bir  koca cinar  bolunmus toprak yarik yarim
Amansiz nehir  akar  bolunur  delinen kalbim 
Senle ve sensiz bir hic  canim sevdam
Cok  canlar  oldu telef gozyasi oldu tasti  irmak
Cok analar yakti agit  kan kirmizi  irmak

Cok kahpe planlar hoyratca  goz yumanlar
Cok aci  kahkahalar oyunu  sessizce  oynatanlar
Senle ve sensiz alkis tutanlar bir hic  utancim
Gelecegim senle sensiz 
Isigin dusu  umidim cocuklarim


Details | Couplet | |

Into the Sunlight

My eyes recoil from the light--
Too long sheltered by the night.
The darkness, although cold may be,
Permits the timid eye to see.
And I have seen a billion stars--
The Milky Way, the Moon and Mars.
What can I see when it is day?
One shining star, too far away.
While love, that favored mystery,
She lurks in darkness, cautiously.
And though I crave the warmth of day;
The gentle rinse of beam and ray,
I find myself consumed by night...
Still sheltered from the sun, and light.

Into the Sunset Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
05/08/14


Details | Ballade | |

Thanks for your time

Thanks for your time
   It was so devine
     Just to enjoy your, company
      Although things, will never be....
        I will remember you, in hopes you, 
          remember me.
          Things sometimes, we just cant see....
        

Thanks for your time, I live with this rhyme.
 That echoes in my head, when we shared each other's bed.
   The love we made, was the memory I saved
     A wonderous storm, which ended in its calm.

             
Thanks for your time.  It was worth all the signs.
  Of a sad goodbye, when a hearts first hello lies.
   Simply no regrets, as I can reflect.
    In that special place in time.....
     That was made, to be mine....
                                      
      Thanks for your time.....


Details | Free verse | |

Kiss kiss Bang

And as I sent my lips back down unto her navel,
I heard the crack.
The brilliant explosion that gave existence
All of its fury. I knew that it was beauty
Like hers that keeps this place spinning
…holding all of this chaos together,
So that moments like this could happen.
So that art could find its way.
So that blood could pulse.
I watched the universe break apart
And come back together slowly,
Pulled in by the gravity of the sparkle
In her eyes.
Her essence bleeds into my world,
Holding my realm together with auburn
Filaments tied to her crown of comfort.
I exist in-between moments of 
Spectacular destruction.
Taking in stellar iridescence 
With the awe of a child…
Until the glow is too 
Much for a mere mortal,
And I succumb to the darkness.
Only to be reborn again. 
-James Kelley 2012 ©


Details | Acrostic | |

My First Acrostic

T-ake my hand sweet doll,
R-un with me,till we are
O-n our way to love spot.
U-ntill the sun goes down
B-enders of time we be
L-oving eachoda without
E-nd till we turned to mist





Note: 
Iwas moved by different 
attempts some wonderful 
poets made. It spurred 
me into action.
Hope It was well penned.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Narrative | |

GREEN Chapter One

Lying in an ocean of her own blood 
drowning in her own blood.
Her lungs burning from the bullet wounds 
she never thought this is how her
life would end.  Her tears start to flow as 
she thought of the years she spent 
slithering with
snakes.  Her job at the BNB bank made it 
easy to launder money for the Black 
Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago on June the sixth that
 her life went to hell.  Upset at the thought 
of being late
for work Kenya floored the gas pedal.  
Weaving in and out of traffic hoping she 
didn't get a ticket.  
Arriving at the BNB bank right on time. 
Kenya rushed inside and greeted everyone 
with a warm friendly smile.
A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered the bank.  Lost
in his good looks Kenya had to find the 
words "May I help you?"  He introduced 
himself.  "Yes my name is Malik Maxwell 
Williams.  I would like to open an 
account".  "Mr. Williams please follow me 
to my office".  Malik was in Kenya's office 
for twenty minutes before making his 
departure.  Kenya made it up in her mind 
that she would get to know Malik on a 
personal level.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 
Philosopher


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Forgotten Clothes and Stolen Whiskey

She left me cold, like a forgotten sweater.

Walked right out the door, without even checking the weather.

Now I’m crumpled up by the fireplace, frayed by the rough

edges of ashen bricks that smell of burnt flowers and sun tan lotion:

That stuff she always seemed to smell like, even in the harsh depths of winter. 

But coconut oil and rose petals aren’t enough to regulate body temperature;

So, I guess it was the whiskey that kept her flush that night,

because in the heart pocket of my jacket that she stole  

was a flask of absolution.

Each block she rounded, she doused her frigid organs with

another shot to warm the notion of shattering the path we built.

Fueling a new engine, to carry her blur past the life we once thought

was forged by two souls meant to keep each other warm.

But now this existence is kindled by abandoned perrineals 

and bloodshot revelation. 

I watch fire kissed petals curl up into themselves and gasp

for love’s last embrace until there’s nothing left for the 

fire to feed upon. 

It’s 3 A.M. 

The smoke is beginning to dissipate;

her throat is dry, her legs are tired. 

…We’re both so tired. 

I pull her sweater from the bricks,

feel the wool tear and clench my ribs. 

Gasp. 

I fold her warmth gently as if tending

to a wounded animal and tuck it

beneath my skull; hoping for dreams 

of summer nights, but sleep won’t come.

It left with her. 

She has reached her apartment.

Staggering toward the door, 

she thrusts shaking hands into

my jacket in search of keys.

The flask falls onto the concrete,

the last drops spill out. 

There is nothing left.

The door opens, and she falls to the bed,

cold in the leather too uncomfortable to return. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved


Details | Verse | |

Love Can Last

A marriage
is an old covered bridge
two people embark on together

taking shelter with promises of forever
but darkness ensues and threatens their endeavor
will creaky planks give way and collapse?

in time the darkness will pass
love can last.


Details | Free verse | |

My Rose

My rose, while growing in a garden not my own, is mine all the same
Do not my eyes smile at her beauty and lose themselves in her scent?
Do not my fingers tremble with anticipation just to touch her silky skin?
While there may be pain when I hold her in my strong embrace
It compares not to the loss I feel when at last her I release
Others may measure her beauty and pen such odes to last in infamy
Yet words can never paint her essence, or do poetic justice to her true loveliness
My Rose, my perfect one will grow always in my heart for it is, and will remain her own.

~Christopher Thor Britt


Details | Free verse | |

The Whisper of Flames

He is a fire.
I fell in love with his eyes,
How they're like chips of charcoal
The space of a spark away
From igniting...
I remember how he first held me-
How he murmured in my ear,
Speaking words like a whisper of flames...
But the whisper of flames is always 
Accompanied by the crackle of burning logs 
As they collapse-
I never made the connection that the whisper
Of his voice in my ear would mean I'd have to
Listen to the shatter of my own heart
As it cracked-
My heart was a clay pinch pot
Molded perfectly to the shape of his palms-
I told him to keep it close to him,
Not realizing that he was not only
The creator but the kiln-
His heat snuck into all the cracks
And weaknesses under my surface,
Until I smashed into a hundred tear-shaped 
Fragments under the pressure because he-
He is heat...
And I was always too fragile not to get
Burned...


Details | Monorhyme | |

Stolen Tears

her stolen tears fall in peace
veiled from a world that will not cease
her knitted brows now show their crease
as she weeps into her comforting fleece
nothing can slow their rapid increase
as they finally find their release…


~Inspired by the wonderful Monorhyme by Nette Onclaud "Black Tears"~

Nette,
You are an amazing poet and you are missed here every day.
I hope that these words find you well and that you will be back 
to inspire more of us here at the Soup!


Details | Rhyme | |

Heartprints

Girl your love is like Picasso’s work of art
For U etched your prints into the canvas of my heart 
And they’re forever branded in the walls of my soul
Timeless as Rembrandt and Michelangelo’s
But I know you’re unlike any of these artist’s
Cause on my heart is where your art is 
 
Here upon my heart U left the evidence
a perfect picture of love’s testament
Here upon my heart U know U etched your prints
and U hold all precedence
Because this love is meant
 
Girl your love is like the stars that shine so bright
Sweet impressions of affection shining in heavens delight
They’re forever etched into the galaxies of time
Just like the prints U left on this old heart of mine
But I know that love’s not written in the stars
Cause the love U wrote is written in my heart
 
Here upon my heart U left the evidence
and your touch is so eminent
Here upon my heart U know U etched your prints
and it’s of no coincidence
This love is heaven sent
 
Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson


Details | Free verse | |

Love

Is love truly unconditional?
will it stand the test of time or will it 
erode?
Have you ever been in love so much you 
thought your heart would explode?
Is love just a winding road curving around 
our hearts which we drive down the wrong 
side weaving in and out of traffic
not stopping for stop signs or red lights 
while being blinded by the bright
lights of on coming traffic until we reach a 
dead end? 
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr 
Seven aka The
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet


Details | Imagism | |

WELCOME TO VILLAGE

In the village that where my life burrow
In the fields, I roam and play
In Catholic School, my knowledge grow
Through experience, I mature in bay

Coconut trees adorns the house
Luscious grasses floods in clause
Flowers of white, pink & red invites 
To anyone who passes, it entice

Familiar persons halts and talk
A wink, a wave or a little distance walk
Shared by youth, couple and folks
Freely caring, not effacing a hulk

Children roam and run
Everyone seem having fun
Under the warmth of the sun
As if a goddess span her wand

Turning a regular day to a special one
Everyone will try to welcome
It must be! It must be!
This should be a wonderful realm

By: olive_eloi
5:44pm
01/08/2014
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Details | Prose Poetry | |

dry your tears

dry your tears
death has gone
and I am here,
no fear my love
no fear my dear

no fear for love is a monster
with flowers for hair
and a warm heart with a sore thumb,
no fear my dear, for love will not eat you-
but in turn will make you smile and laugh
-with a joke or two-
(about a fool in love)
and love shall sing you a song
and lead you to me
so my love don't cry
dry your tears
for I am here now,
no fear my love...
...no fear my dear...

.1.6.2014.


Details | Quatrain | |

Streams

You are the air that I breathe
The sunshine on my cheek
But a shadow of a dream
Mi belle magnifique


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





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A Wishful Horse

If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give  me a name to bear forever?

Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?

Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?


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Embers of a dream

Lord, I don't understand.
Maybe I never did.
The destination of the path seemed so grand,
yet now it looks horrid!

Why?

The dragon You've placed, mine to fight
still breathes fire and brimstone in my neck,
but I'm armoured with incapability to smite
and the cobblestones You paved lead to this wreck.

Why?

I dreamt of the moon,
but couldn't reach the stars,
so I drifted into the sun and soon
I would be burnt with scars.

Why shroud my mind with dreams of peace at daylight's bend,
yet shred it with horrors at night?
Why let me pursue a rainbow when 
there never was an end?

The past is bathed in murky waters
and clothed in miry clay.
Now the future looks no better
and mere words can't express what I wish to say.

Lord, here I lay at Your mercy,
angry and heartbroken.
You don't make mistakes and You set free.
Please, I beg be my beacon!
Loose the shackles,
break the chains
that I may serve You again.
Show me the true way You planned,
for I have reached the end of this one.


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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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The Wind of Love

The Wind of Love Love is a constant gentle wind that swirls and whirls, does not rescind, windsurfing Loving hearts, enduringly strong, to play a never-ending song… on windchimes That sway to shake off rain of tears… ensure that every seasons’ fears are windswept. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: Fire Earth Wind Sponsor: Nette OnClaud Topic Chosen: Wind Judged 11/14/2014


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His Love is a Red Sea

His smile is like sunlight
He moves like poetry
His voice is an Arabian night
His love is a Red Sea


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LOVE


The thought of realizing this embrace of life’s lessons leant in this space 
Came the loading of various emotion concluding rumors of lost assumptions 
Surrounding stories that had no sense in this expensive gift called the present 

Resonating, the misery in love's flawless Knowing beauty is its weakness 
Of giving it away to who won't stay lets prey 
That knowledge & understanding will strikes his demanding 

Of righteousness while being in the darkness of the light blinded sight
But not enlightened by the truth that love is the tranquilizer to a painful tooth 
‘Cause love is the answer to every problem where anger, jealousy, hatred is symptom
Then the solution will be diluted in the wrong conclusion
Coursing confusion in a simple equation

That love = healing being the cure of all bad feelings
Filling the abyss where truth should be revealing
The moment of clarity being the parody between reality and the drunken mentality
To be sobered up by love lost hearts crossed 
Then love opens the door in order to find it again or hurt some more?


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The Purpose of Silence

Silence—so embraceable are you!
It can neither sting nor soothe
It can neither be a poison or balm
It cannot be a curse or psalm
Cannot harm nor heal
Cannot numb or feel
It be only what our minds make of it
It be only what your imagination sculpts
Only what we assume
Only what we accept as true
All that have breath may utter lies
But silence rings no truth or false
No peace, no war
No clean, no gore. .  .

The purpose of silence, and other things too,
Is only what are minds make of it
What we believe of it
This be the purpose of Silence—it’s true
So what is the purpose
Of me, of he—of you?


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Goodbye Forever

…Said the Mind to the Heart, we do not work together to run this place all we do is argue and fight.  This place use to run so simple and sweet then you came out your cage to take a peak. 

“I know this is true”, you’d plea to the rest of us Body and Soul, like fools we did listen as you said we’d be whole.    Against all reason yes you won that debate that we ventured on out and yes it was great!!!  

We have not ever since the birth of our seed been as happy as this to see you beat so hard and so strong.  As you reached out and grew stronger forged within what seemed an everlasting flame.  We took that happiness and strength that it gave and made that Leap of Faith as they say.

Now what happened then, oh strong Heart of mine, you were so filled with joy that it made us blind.  You caused us to believe that Love conquers all that we didn’t see the rocks coming out of the falls.

We hit and kept falling all bloody and beat but you continued to believe we would land on our feet.  We listened once more, although I petitioned to stop yet your Love was so strong that it crushed all other thought.

We hit and we sank in the darkness of the abyss and it opened our eyes while it weakened your grip.  Shattered and weak from the blood that you lost I picked up your pieces and put them back in your box.

I mended your wounds and bandaged you up but a piece still was missing you wouldn’t give up.  The cliff that we hit so hard still has a piece of your beaten up heart.  You left it there as a beacon of light to find your way back when you’re ready for flight.

My dear fragile Heart I cannot allow it as you wouldn’t survive another fall down it.  So we have decided us Body and all to lock you away in the depths of our Soul.  Poor mislead, barely breathing, yet you insist that it is not over.  

You’re blinded by Love even in your poor state but I pray you keep it that way so it won’t turn to Hate.  This is why you are banished and locked back away until we do pass or if Love brings your piece that you left back.  

For that piece is the key to unlocking these binds but be sure we will fight it with logic not emotion.  So sleep dear Heart of mine as best as you can for you won’t bother anyone ever again…….

And neither they you.

Author 
-JS- 


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Can a river run without its legs

I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain 
The wind blowing but I couldn't 
prove it
The earth spinning but I could 
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no 
wings
The words alone could not 
speak 
The gauge could measure but 
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not 
rain
The valley moves not yet isn't 
lame, and a deck of cards can't 
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste 
the meat
And a drum can never hear a 
beat
yet a broken heart can keep on 
beating
Fall leafs can fall without 
leaving
But can you cry without your 
tears?
Can time go by and not make 
years?
Can you lose your mind and 
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel 
pain?
And a tree can't cry in pouring 
rain
But looks can be deceiving and 
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman 
crying in the rain, and the tree 
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really 
real?


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Satiated

Satiated by you, your love, your love making, I sigh with contentment…no longer hungry…My mouth still savoring the flavors of love….I run the tip of my tongue over your lips to catch the last remnants of my dessert…..Satiated I am, my love. Satiated to my inner core…Satiated by feasting on you!


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Dog Park

She had stove top burners for eyes,
and every word she spoke bubbled
over slowly as if someone had left
her
                        too warm for me to get close.
 
My gestures were tepid and careful,
like a small boy meeting a strange
dog, alone in a park. Calm and reserved.
I presented compliments as if they
were the back of an open hand for 
her to sniff, and my lips shook.
 
                                     Afraid that she would bite.
 
She merely growled in disbelief;
A rabid jeer at the quiet remark of
an untrustworthy captor. 
 
She saw me as a threat,
but never turned away.
We were two animals
looking for comfort;
afraid to be burned
and yet too hungry to
let go of the flames.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


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Silent sound

As night should fall and the bat flying in the nightly sky, I stand there at my window gazing into space light shimmering, singing the silent sound of my music.


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My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


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So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
 
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
                                                               
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”


The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...


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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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Self pity

Oh this self pity
Destroyer in the deep realm
Dark within my soul


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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My Comfortable Chair

Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.

Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.

My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.


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Distorted perception of reality


It's all about love,
All Madness, Pain and Misery.
But what makes it so rough
That hurts all stones so easilly?

Eternal question 'What?'
Which causes all the troubles.
But askless men are odd
Like stonish soap bubbles.

The topic is the least
Of what we're always worry.
The more important 'Beast'
Is how to feel no Sorry.

Emotions are obscure
for those, who are 'Successful'.
Much better: Ride the rules
Unless your life'll be stressful.

The point is to find 
The EmoLogic balance,
And here, if you don't mind,
I'll hide behing the valance.

It's up to each of us
Which road'll be taken,
But be sure not to trust
Those thoughts, which did just broke in.

                               15.08.2012.


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Does the War Ever Really End

A moment stauls...
Somewhere in between
What shall always be... 
Known as my lost and forever hour

Where I wake to sounds of thrashing rains
A clock sits staring, ticking and tocking
My own darkness illuminating lightning
Distant thunder following her in shame

Although, throes of raven blackness
Slumber holds on to the pitch
But, I pass through limbo hallways of surreal
Stumbling forth in directions by my blinded feel itch

Walls of lucid memories like dripping paint 
Begin to lapse deep into the younger years 
And creaking footfalls shatter their echo
Of certian remembered fears 

"Ah" deja vu sounds the alarm even further
Cracks from father’s room, is the ceiling leaking?
Into my little ears I'm more awake
As I hear the faint famaliar tears of weeping

My curiosity ever stronger than before
And innocent eyes through doorways peer
It’s the war again; Mom said he tried...
To leave it all behind, but still it's always there

And the storm's outside, but in a booming violence
Rushes back surreal into the unforgotten killing
The death, its experiences still locked up
Within his mind never free or escaping

A heroes love is his strength
Protecting me from a world with terrible pains
But, somehow I’ve learned to understand
That he needs his son, to calm his troubled angst

And silently I step
Inching slowly towards him
And nestle up within his trembling hands
Tugging upon one sleeve whispering "Dad, oh dad?"

“God has sent me here”
I say directly in his ear
Quieter now “To love you”
My tone gentle to his needs

Wiping away his tears
He whispers back...
“I know”
And picks me up, relieved

And in turn we face the scene
Of a passing storm into silence
As the rain seems alive to notice
Stopping to watch our mends in evanescence

We are somewhat aware we are within God's presence 
Looking to each other with a shrug
And then my dad holds me up
Giving this boy the biggest hug

Beneath the returning quiet 
And the ambience of moonray light
He carries me back to my room
And places me into bed amid the last flash of white

Pulls the blankets up
Knowing this will comfort me
And I’ll never forget the words
He said so effortlessly 

“One day...
You will have a son
Always let him know you love him
And your bond will never end”

Again I wake, this time
To the sounds of an apologetic rain
The lightening has ceased its battle
And the thunder it no longer blames

I unwind the blanket
And uncover and sit
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes
Awake, on the edge of bed

Was this a dream?
Or a twist of fate reality?
I ponder, running fingers through my hair
And, merely reflect upon it

Then I realize…
I was not alone
Dad is watching, not far away
And I know one day, I'll see him soon, after heaven's gates


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Love is

Love is
that magic feeling,
that reaches in like
God's tender hand 
and touches us in 
the lonely places
we'd forgotten, 
had ever existed

Love is
that tragic feeling,
that seeps out like
blood from a vein,
draining from our
still beating hearts,
the crimson warmth
we'd finally found

Love is
that two faced feeling
like immortal Janus,
that will change our 
hearts forevermore,
both in the
welcoming
and the losing


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heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


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Patience

As my heart beats simultaneously to the ticking of the eternal clock,
I sit and ponder on what life has for me to come.
As life goes on around me,
as my friends go on with lives meant to be lived,
and as my brothers find lovely girls to bring home to Mom;
I sit and ponder, when? When is it going to be my time to show love?!
When am I going to be able to open up emotionally to my special one,
and where am I going to find her?

Envy takes a toll on my soul,
as my heart wants to love and be loved,
I tear it down with self-pity and hate.
Jealousy's green flows through my veins,
when I see my friend hugging and kissing his girl,
and when my brother talks of his future wife,
I am excited as ever could be,
but something deep in my chambered heart
wants to break out with force and scream!

...Jealousy halts the clock and pushes it back,
Patience pushes the clock forward, making time come faster,
and that moment when you least expect it,
the love of your life comes out of nowhere
and holds you and kisses you and makes you laugh and smile.
Patience, such a word with such a powerful meaning to life.
Patience is key,
with no patience in this world, we'd all kill ourselves
and we'd all lose our minds,
falling in love with hearts that never stood a chance with you.
If you want love, and be loved,
open your heart,
don't give away your heart,
but give enough to people, so they see you in a different light,
and open new ideas of your character.
You never know who is around the corner,
so enjoy life,
and be patient,
and time will come soon enough
and you'll smile and thank the heavens,
but for now, just relax and enjoy life.

.2.1.2014.


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Sowing the seed of love

Kindness and love 
flows freely from your joyous being,
Radiating with a luminescence 
bright and pleasing upon my soul

Chasing away the ebbing darkness 
that threatens to engulf me
And denies the seed of my salvation to grow

Cascading words of joy and rapture 
Pour from your lips like a waterfall 
Exciting and refreshing
Washing away the loneliness 
Replenishing my dying pool of contentment. 

Endless rays 
of the mornings bright promise 
Reflect like diamonds in your eyes 
across my emotional wasteland 

Revitalizing the soil 
with new expectations and hope 
So that a new crop 
of pleasing feelings and thoughts
Can take root and flourish within me.

And your gentle hands 
Can reap the bountiful harvest 
That is my love.


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Love and hope

Love and hope
-Nikhil Chandwani
In the frosty of an ancient first light
That lazily lingers on;
Love, will give you hopes

In the middle of an intense storm
That trees you tattered and worn;
Love, will give you hopes

Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you believe there’s not anything missing to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…

Love, will give you hopes.

When your heart begins to break
And you think, “No more can I take,”
Love, will give you hopes..

When need outweighs your means
And you have not anything left but dreams;
Love, will give you hopes.

Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you feel there’s not anything left to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…

Love, will give you hopes


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Hear the Wedding Bells Toll

I walked down the countryside
and watched the rolling, green hills
and the curve of dirt road turned by an old mill,
the wood fences held the white stallions in,
and they looked at me, eyes black, and a mane pearl white.
Alas' two stallions off roamed the hills together
I smiled and imagined their love they shared.

As I came down the road,
I came to a town,
small with a large church in the center
and I heard the tolling of wedding bells.
I continued to walk
and the doors opened wide and a bride and groom
stepped out hand and hand,
smiling and proud.
I stopped and looked at them.
The bride looked at me and smiled... I tipped my hat to her,
and she came over to me and handed me her bouquet of white roses,
she beautiful and kind with her smile,
I looked at the groom, her new husband, her true love,
and I announced my happiness for them.
They kissed and left on a carriage, pulled by two white stallions.

Love be so true,
and love be so kind,
love so honest and so beautiful,
holy and glorious,
such beauty in marriage,
such lovely sounds of the rich tolling of wedding bells.
I continued down and entered a pub,
alas' I bought a whiskey and drank in celebration,
too the newly weds,
and I sang a cheerful tune,
and I could still hear the beautiful tolling of Wedding Bells.
Love is so beautiful.

.12.19.2013.


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Gravity

I lay awake at night, in the shadow of your dreams and wonder if your heart beats
 in the same cadence as it did before. I grip the thoughts between fingers of historic 
misuse, and hold as tightly as these shaken bones allow. I never wanted to be 
condemned, but your wake pours over this frothy soul, and fills me with a need that
 I have yet to fully understand. You are the gravity of my moon, sending brilliant surges
 to a once empty and fruitless beach. I can feel your pulse, your warm and resounding 
posture. It quakes within, and through my eyes, I cannot blink you away. This vision, 
this novel and volatile perspective is the catalyst for the fury that I thought was lost. 
Tonight, I pray your dreams shine alongside the stars I've seen in your eyes.
 I hope your heart beats to the same song that crashes through me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

Paper Moon

Sullen wood eyes, 
Bring your wrath down upon me
Allow your storms to flood
The valleys of my heart
Burn the casualties of your years,
Yet you are young in your fire and
The fuel spits copper dreams,
Malleable, infallible

Meet me on the docks sunken smile,
Throw bread out to me
And I’ll gather my flocks
To nibble away at your words
Whisper to the water,
Relive your grey clouds
And I will paint the sky
Your favorite color 
Throw your line out,
Catch a new love
To keep you warm at night

But he is a fox,
Sly and cunning
He will howl for you
When the moon sits high
But when your clouds
Come around again
Know that the fox
Will run back to his hole 
But I'll be waiting,
Your little firefly,
The light behind your eyes
I’ll help you find your paper moon


Details | Free verse | |

Left Behind

When I think of her,

the metaphors behind my eyes 

start to bleed.



Veins pulse in rhythms of her

inconsistent smile.



There is no heartbeat in 

these words, I've flat-lined.

...Ghostly similes hover over what

I have failed to define. 



Romanticizing phantom touch,

burning throughout the hallows;

like the memories that have

been the only warmth in this

deserted bed. 



 Metaphors..


are all that I have left,

I let them drip onto my skin

and wipe away the color. 



This. 



Is Finally. 



Black and White. 



The stories I've 

read; and said: 

I couldn't, wouldn't ever 

deal with are tragedies

that have become my

living scripture

and I recite my scattered

psalms to a vivid picture 

of a beauty that left me behind. 



But I have loved,

and so I have lived. 

There is no metaphor in that. 

It is the black, and the white,

the story of my life;

My smiling tragedy. 



...I can smile



because every drop, 

every bloody metaphor,

              every aching syllable 



has been worth feeling the embrace

of what is now so cold. 



-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 







Details | Free verse | |

A New Love Valve for my Heart

I need a new valve
In this little heart of mine
I need a sturdy one
That only lets enough love out
As the amount of love coming in

The valve I have is faulty
For even when love comes in a trickle
It lets out a strong surge of love 
And my little heart gets depleted
Of life giving love 
Leading to....
Heart attacks!
Yes, I suffer heart attacks
That are painful and frightening
The after effects of discomfort
Last such a LONG time
And I wonder….
Will the next one be fatal?

I need a new valve
I MUST get a new valve
Right away!
Before it’s too late!
Or perhaps…..
Perhaps…
I need a new heart?


Details | Free verse | |

The Sunset

I watch the sunset;
Her divine beauty embroidered on my mind;
I anticipate her return the next twilight
Obscured by the darkness 
We were oblivious to each other
So I search for tomorrow
When I find her
If she watches
She’ll know how I feel
From the countenance I wear


Details | Free verse | |

Lost

Lost
Lost in thought.
Lost in prayer.
Lost in life.
I know not where I am going.
I know not why I care.
Who can know what tomorrow brings.
Who can foretell the future.
No one can for sure.
Not I.
No Not I.
All that I know is that I am lost.
And find the words I know to be inadequate to tell.
To tell you how I feel.
To tell you how I care.
I can only hope my prayers will reach you.
I can only dream that you'll understand.
For if I am lost you'll find me.
For that is what you promised you would do.
I believe you'll keep your promise.
Because you have before.
I will close my eyes now.
And rest in fact that when you find me.
I am lost.
Lost no more.


Details | Free verse | |

My Metaphysical Monument To JAH


(1 Kings 8: 27)



I Would Build  YOU  Seven Pillars
Made of Pearls of Such Dimension- Prized
I Would Build  YOU  Ten Giant Columns
Made of Pure Crystals Up To The Skies

And On That Holy Edifice
of 400 Cubits Elevated To Size
I Would Build  YOU  A Thunder-Temple
A Thousand Stories High

This Would Be My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

And Inside The Thunder-Temple
I Would Build A Lightning-Fire
It Would Burn A Flame of Love So Hot & Bright
That Lasts Forever & Never Die

I Would Place  YOUR Name  On A Pedestal Throne
of Precious Gems - No One Could Pry
Of Such Height & Depth & Length 
& Everlasting Arms Wide 

This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...

O' My Rock of Ages  ... Because  YOU  Are My Strength
& My Fondest & Most Fervent of Ties
I Would Construct This On A Mountain Top
That Stands Up Past A Million Miles

It Would Touch The Moon In Reflection
And The Stars Would Be Inspired
and Eclipse Every Man-Made Structure
& Orbit  In  YOUR  Eyes

This Is My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

I Would Fill The Air With Perfumed Prayer
Celestial, Sparkled-Incense Would Rise
I Would Fill The Space With Music
& Exalt  HALLELUJAH  In Chimes!

I Would Bow Down In YOUR Beauteous Presence
In The Aisles & Among All Tribes
& Exult In The Awesome  Atmosphere
of YOUR Essence So Wise

... In My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

I Would Fill It With  All  YOUR  Worshipers
& All  YOUR  Wonders  & Praise  Realized
& We'd Sing My Metaphysical Monument
In Paradise ...   To  JAH !

This Is My Metaphysical Monument                
And Yes, This Vision Is Heaven-Sent      
Spirit-Height & Depth & Width & Length          
In My Whole-Soul, Solar-Sacrament            

&  My Devotion's Endless Measurements      
Built From A Bonafide & Blessed Blueprint        
Constructed Thru Carpenter's Consent           
& With The Master-Worker's Instruments         

It Will Tower-Up In Testament !                
So All Will Know - Everywhere I Went               
It's  The Metaphysical Monument                  
My HalleluJah - Horizon-Event!                       

... My Metaphysical Monument  ... To  JAH
 

              Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
                        by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Free verse | |

Rapuzel

Rapunzel rolling down your barriers
dazzling jewels opening sparkling chambers
one begins climbing each curling warm feeling 
touching each emotion sweetly
one step a little closer in kissing
each and every memory entering
sharing these thoughts
cherishing every last minute 
each minute special
each second heavenly
 
Rapunzel heart of a rose 
your lips sweet blushing 
silk satin petals soft lips
blushing as you my love entranced 
entering your one tower 
letting your hair down smiling 
the path we walk heading forward 
none of us really have a clue 
but each strand holding 
unto a perfect dream 
 
Rapunzel princess of my dreams
thoughts and love intertwined
walking hand in hand now
both blessed with passion
both blessed with emotion
both blessed with true love
walking together unafraid
talking caressing holding kissing
arms locked embracing passion
a perfect dream forever 
 
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Free Verse Collaboration,
October 13, 2014 


Details | Quatrain | |

Lost And Found

Moon is to the night,
As sun is to the day,
Aligning only in sight,
But, eclipses do not stay.

Lightning exists in a cloud,
The ground is miles away,
Their connection can be loud,
Electrifying when it may.

The sun sets on the sea,
But, never touches it,
You shine light on me,
Igniting my fire a bit.

I am way down here,
Wishing on a falling star,
See that falling tear,
You are near, yet so far.

I walk a lonely road,
You walk down another,
Writing lost love odes,
And never finding each other.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | I do not know? | |

A tear, a lonely tear

A tear, a lonely tear,
I stole from your cheek 
to keep within my heart. 
 
In a sea, a crimson sea,
I lost your lonely tear, 
whilst faring a night storm. 
 
If I dream, my last dream
and see the tear again, 
I shall kiss your eyes locked. 
 
Just a kiss, a kindly kiss,
You guard inside your heart
after a tear of pristine bliss. 
 
A tear, a jolly tear ,
you placed on my hand, 
I will always hold as mine.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Love Has No Reply

Love has no reply-it just waits- 
love has no reply - it just prays- 
Love understands- as it hopes 
that rage will be quelled- 
  
That the core of your heart will 
be overwhelmed- 
and overruled-Disenchantments 
of the venial mind-are allowable 
If you never intend to exhale- 
then inhalation is inevitable. 
  
Demons seek company - 
Presenting illusions to keep misery 
side tract' in sorrowful elegies 
  
The cardinal mentation-will automatically 
tick when you tock -- 
Tock when you tick- 
You came here with no instructions-- 
Love requires no action 
Does not have to reply 
  
No matter the jargon 
the meaning of "no"is the same. 
Whether you wax or wane
with wagers parlayed 
invest in the" WAIT" like the yellow light 
"Spread your bet-green light- keep moving 
Not always smart- to bet on a sure thing- 
red light stop wait -think about 
what you're thinking of doing- 
win win situation 
. 
Prior truth is not necessary for 
what is "yet to be believed" 
Permanent solutions 
should never be applied to A   
temporary condition. 
  
The efficacious-ness of the syringe as a method in 
seeking answers to concepts --is horribly ineffective.   
Love has no reply--- No outside stimuli - 
No dos or don't s ... from the I ... 
Strictly and inside Job


Details | Couplet | |

His Ass A Tale

His ass; a tale each women said.
Of one held high - he rendered it.
Like men of past to honour it.
A rogue like him - a dawn of wit.

They followed him a stern dead hem.
Each judged him; sire'd for him.
To each love they were fair and grim.
And some would say they're all a whim.

Some do bawk and claim him nay.
Most keep circles; waits and times.
Elite approach to spread their chimes.
While late provoke him for his crimes.

One man's wake that goes oblivious.
Her clueless cause for dancing.
Love together comes 'a prancing.
THE END; his soul will wait for lancing.


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Suite

Haiku 2 Do About U

Should I tell U how
Love 4 U within me sings?
Swinging scatted tune

Haiku About U

Sound brought me 2 U
Feelings for U clear and pure
Dulcet notes on glass

Haiku II About U

Time always 4 U
Time 4 Me? When U want 2.
Metronome off cue

Tru Blu Haiku

Customer Service
Counter for unwanted things
Symphonies in blue

Haiku What U Do

U caused me true pain
My heart a minor etude
Composed in lieu of rain

Blue Haiku N Rue

Silence with me now
Heart pacing on shards of glass
Strewn beneath its feet


Details | Rhyme | |

Flames

The warming flames of a fireplace
Easing away the frost and the cold
The warmth massaging my face
As the sparks crack in the fires mold

The flame stretches one inch too far
Touching lightly the untempered wall
It catches and burns all things inside
Turning the walls as black as the night

A sad desolation, caused by one little spark
Chaos and destruction, by the once warm hearth
Things can change without you knowing why
Something you once loved, bringing tears from your eyes


Details | Romanticism | |

My Dear Lovely Girl

Oh hold my hand my dear, lovely girl,
hold me tight and never let go,
I shall tell you what you want to hear,
destroy all the demons from your sight,
hold you tight in the midst of the night,
as the monsters and creeps watch you from behind,
I shall tell you not to worry my dear, lovely girl,
for there is nothing to worry about;
for we're together and nothing could tear us apart;
the force of a thousand forces
nor wind, fire, nor ciaos shall tear us apart.
Nor envy, wrath shall take us from one another;
only shall it make us stronger
for my dear, lovely girl
I love you.

Shall Romance come from the heaven's wing?
Delivered by the most beautiful of angels
and holding romance placed upon a silver platter
handed down to us,
as we sit together and kiss the night away,
shall we dance till morning dawn,
when your father looks for us in the meadows
and the townsmen search the church,
and I shall love you here and now,
in your arms,
or in the dirt,
I shall always love you,
for my heart is with you;
my dear, lovely girl.

.12.18.2013.


Details | Free verse | |

Come on Baby

Hey, come on baby,
lets blow this place;
come with me and lets make love
under the tall oak tree.
Hear the birds sing,
they tweet and tweet,
and the sun bakes our naked bodies,
as ants tickle at our feet;
making love with me,
making love with you,
and nature is watching
as we perform art.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
between Neptune and Cloud 9,
as asteroids collide together
exploding silent bombs in space,
like the love we make, except not so silent,
we go to that place, you make me love you even more,
when we love each other in that place.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
and as we finish and cuddle, smoking cigarettes
and watching the sun set,
we go to that place,
between the walls of Neptune and Jupiter
on the rings of Saturn,
and Pluto just sits there minding it's own business.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
a much better place than here,
let's pack our bags and go.

5/10/14


Details | Free verse | |

On meeting most beautiful

On meeting most beautiful 
adoring maiden kisses in thoughts
Deeply inhaling one warm 
breath a sip off the finest old grog
auld mountain dew breathing pure
Golden leaves sweetly float dancing twirl
Shining inside vision sweet
walking hand in hand on golden sands
waves unfold a carpet blue 
to white ebbing thoughts pure crashing love
Against the deepest walls warm
soft light silent echoes whisper true 
sweetly melting emotions 
Brewing kisses clouds peach fading out
to shades of grey tuning kiss
Silver treasuring thoughts I love you
peachy beautiful dream gem
dancing petal flowers one red rose
I have visions of you dancing in my
dreams as I sleep most wonderfully
on soft clouds in the azure sky
At times I gaze skyward on days
bright and beautiful seeing your
face in the sky and feeling always
your most wonderful presence
like texture and scent of most 
sensual red rose petals gently
landing on the sweet dew ground
On meeting you most beautiful
maiden my thoughts always turn
most instantly to love and happiness
with my emotions and my soul on
fire in storms of unbridled passion and
pleasure I can only say I love you
forever and forever 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Free Verse Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 13, 2014)


Details | Free verse | |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


Details | Free verse | |

In My Hands

You are a fire in my hands
Guarding me from the dark
And keeping me warm
And even as the flames leap 
Higher, I'll blow gently
Encouraging the flames
Ever hotter
Because I love to see
The pretty colors
And even when my palms
Burn and blister
I can't bear to see the
Light fade, because
Perhaps the dark
Was painless
But only because 
I felt nothing at all


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Her Window

I’m the shadow behind your imperious stance,
Lurking in the qualms of your history.
I am the murky gleam in your squinting
                                                       …mascara caked eyes.
I am misfortune lain artfully at the floor of your 
800 thread count nest of regret.
Can you feel me?
Do your feet shudder at the touch of the cold in the morning?
That hardwood was a bad choice
                                                              ….wasn’t it?
Yet, as the dew of the dawn melds with the sweaty condensation
Of the night before and turns your window into an opaque sheen of
Comfortable security; you feel entitled enough to call me again.
            …..And your conscience throbs in unison with my ringtone.
Your stammering excuses plummet and miss their mark
Before a well-rehearsed alibi can be properly injected
Into my all too vulnerable system.
A taste like bitter wine prowls unto my heart’s palate;
And my surrogate body wakes to taste the salt of your embrace.
Your voice creaks.
My hand wraps tight around the sound of your
Insidious modulation;
While cell phone towers crackle in apparent empathy
To the strained atmosphere.
 I am left wielding a torpid tongue.
Inferences and implications are scattered and entwined;
My body tries to correlate an action
                                                                ….but I’m stoned.
Too confused to be logical.
                                                     …Too overwhelmed to even move.
Drowning in bloody promises,
with a noose of heartbreak around my neck.
 And as he reaches for what once was my heaven;
I hear a yawn of contentment that almost echoes
.
You lean to your window,
And wipe away droplets of our past;
And I force myself to inhale clarity.
"Goodbye."
-James Kelley 2011 ©


Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | Classicism | |

Gardening

I never wanted it to happen,
I allowed loves seed to sow,
So here we're in the garden,
But there's a drought to stop the growth.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Lucky Few

Remember me
When I was young
As I remember you
The cost of time
Is much too dear
And hard to know it true

A wind of years
Has passed us by
A fall of age is here
But I cannot forget you so
And winters cold is near

Your memory of stolid time
It does proceed you so
I've but to take one
From the mind
And spring begins to grow

I can't begin to say again
How I remember you
But seasons pass
And we at last
Among a lucky few


Details | Romanticism | |

Another Dream of Her

Yet another dream of her
(that smile, which brings such happiness to my heart)
she sitting with her sisters
in an idle photograph
she smiling like that,
arms around ones who truly love her,
she so beautiful,
dressed in her Thursday's best;
so beautiful like that
and you there in my dreams keeps me warm
(and my heart sings a tone, that the birds shed a tear too)
and I smile
and I live
and my heart flies to a place, not like this one
a place where love is in charge
and hate is not in the dictionary of life.
Another dream of the one woman who makes me smile,
yet the Gods do not let me have her;
but such a woman as that is not worthy of a man like I;
such a woman with such a smile as hers' deserves the best of the best,
and nothing but the best for her,
so as a man, I shall let go of her warm and glorious beauty
and give to a lucky man
and I shall not pout, nor envy him or her,
for something so beautiful as love and sacrifice
deserves such praise!
Oh yes another dream of her,
dancing with me in her evening ballroom dress,
in my arms,
as the smiling faces join hands with one another
and watch us dance in such a lovely dream.
her smile, such glory and so bright,
it blocks out the rays of the powerful sun
and can brighten the darkest of the Earth's four corners.
another dream of her,
that girl, that woman, that lady
who stomped out the fire that was burning away at my angry heart,
she gave faith to me,
and now I give her that blessing of true love
with another,
for I take such notion of her being happy with another,
than being with me and frowning.
Sure, tears have been shed, and jealousy has killed good men's judgment,
but such beauty as hers’ could kill a man.
Another dream of her,
my portrait lady,
my lovely dream girl,
my friend.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Potter and The Clay

The Potter, drenched in his noon-day sweat,
Sat hunched, cursing his fate;
The Clay which he fiddled with now
And the wheel he made to rotate,
Found him saddedned by a thought--
Saddened by his inward urge:
Should he make two separate 
figures?
Or should they be merged?

Straining softly his fingers, first
He carved out a beautiful girl:
She thought how worthy she was made--
On her toes she did twirl..
With another piece of that clay,
The Potter's hands so swift,
Carved-out a man--a handsome Prince,
To be her Worthy gift...

The Sun drenched already the life of him,
And fused it in the clay--
The God-like Potter who played some more,
Thought of it this way.

Now both of them, kept in the Sun--
She'd dance and he'd play...
Soon love came-in at first sight,
But these pieces of clay,
Fell into a trap of envy and
Began the struggle to live--
Both knew of what is their's to take--
None ever learns to give....

Meanwhile the Maker, seeing them crack,
Frowned in great dismay,
Quickly picked up, merged them both
To a single ball of clay:
He thought again, what went wrong
And spun the wheel anew
'Should I make a single figure
Or should I remake the two?'

The Clay, still spinning in itself,
Knew It wanted none;
'Let life of Strife be not mine,
Pray let me stay as one....'


Details | Free verse | |

Break Me Wide Open

Go ahead!
Break me wide open 
spread me out thin
Thin...as the dough beneath the well dusted rolling pin

Slender my edges and refine my rounded shape
push me away from you with each forceful roll
extend me 
in our mutual exertion to define it

Yes...do straighten me slowly carefully gently lovingly...this time
as the white page spread beneath the 17th century palm in hopeful contemplation
Indeed serious intent born of the preciousness of the white page alone
Can you feel the writer catching his breath with which to begin
Yes I FEEL YOU catching yours just now
In brave... bravest planned intent

So... this time break me wide 
But also.... then true

The confession after the lie that has lain between us for years in good stead

As the little perfect pale egg in your bowl on any given Saturday morning 
with a single sudden tap
just a brisk strike 
               ...spoken from bowed head and with averted eyes
that you will insist on bringing round to meet mine 
Lest I find weakness in your delivery and once more deny you this
 
Go ahead...try to write out the final passages of this our tall and long tale
You may use an ink well if you wish and a quill
If it will add romance...ambiance
nuance
But first you will need to erase...the expression on your face when you last saw me for the first
Your face filled with the sudden sunlight of your own unencumbered sunrise breaking wide open 
across your tired sky
at the first crest of my visage embrace
With pupils dilating and grin spread vista wide across yours only breathtaking gorgeous lined face
Go ahead mine truest love
Break me wide open for the sky 
that I can love the world in perfection
Before I die


Details | Lyric | |

Burnin' Knuckles

   Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
There it goes,
But you don't even know your destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words, 
This isn't it.

  Guided by a light,
Of thirty or fourty feet,
But your being driven by a heart,
That has forgotten how to beat.
 
   Oh No,
Here we go,
Another mile turns into another night,
Another day to drive right outta sight,
Ohhh it's a rollercoaster horror ride.
When looking over burning knuckles into the road,

   Oh it's a roller coaster horror ride,
Lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
An' there it goes,
But you don't even know destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words,
This isn't it.
 
   On it goes_ this isn't it,
On it goes_ this isn't it,
Your trip_ Into the unknown,
While lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
And guided by a light,
An' a heart_ that has forgotten how to beat.

  Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Strainin eye's on a light that guides,
Our way through what we dont know.

   Ohh it's a rollercoaster horror ride,
Being guided by the lonely nights,
While lookin over,
Burnin' knuckles,
Into the road.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I used to know her

I used to know her,
but now not any more,
for she had left me for the gold and jewels.
I stay alone,
and she with everyone else,
People you may know,
I don't know her.

She used to be a friend,
but now not even a foe.
She was the queen of my heart,
but now not anymore.
Love was with her,
my heart devoted to her,
Beauty and all was with her;
now no more,
people you may know,
now not anymore.

You see,
that girl was my friend,
till one night that all changed.
She a good friend,
a date to the ball,
she sat on my lap,
and never did I steel a kiss from her-
for I was a gentleman,
now not anymore.

She went here,
I went there,
now we separated,
under one moon,
and one sun,
it used to be fun,
to see her smile,
to hear her laugh,
now not anymore.

For my heart cries,
and my soul shivers,
time shall surpass,
now not anymore.
I hold to the past too tight,
she walks too light,
stumps on hearts,
and cares not who she hurts,
I gaze at the photos
and I cry,
now not anymore.

I used to know her,
that sweet girl,
with that sweet voice;
her long black hair,
those wide brown eyes,
now not anymore.

She walks with friends,
both left and right,
she is center of attention,
boys gauche and drool
and I stay away,
now not anymore.

I used to know her,
tall and proud she was,
never to be like "one of them"
now not anymore.

At a party she smiles,
then she stops and her mind goes back to the ball room,
dancing in a pink dress,
on marble floor,
for one night treated like royalty,
and for one night she truly smiled,
now not anymore.

For the feelings for her were there,
but feelings for him were not,
as she young and naïve,
and I older and mature,
victimized I fell, heartbroken,
for I thought for a moment I knew her,
now not anymore.

I used to know her,
but now she is just a picture,
laying in the back of my mind,
she collects dust-
and sometimes she sits there...
(and she cries)

.2.18.2014.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

the hearts are played

The hearts are played,
and the cards have been dealt;
the pot has risen to gambler's recognition,
and then when nothing is left to put in the pot
the gamblers throw in their hearts.

Yes the Queen of Hearts knows how to dance,
and sing songs to those lonely men with nothing to lose
but their lives that are already wasted away by
the carnal passions of life and sin.
She takes them by the hand and comforts them;
now she has her way with them.

The hearts are played
and the games are gained
the stakes run high,
till we break and fold,
yes we gamble away our love
to the Queen of Hearts
and not only do we lose our hand,
but our hearts we lose as well-

The hearts are played,
and the games are gained,
she comes to me and says, "Oh love me once again,"
and I turn and walk away,
for she had gambled away our love for too long,
and the players have their way with her.

.1.13.2014.


Details | Haiku | |

Snuggle Bears

Mamma Snuggle Bear
Makes Pappa Snuggle Happy
Sharing her honey


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Verse | |

Love's Touch

Love’s Touch

the first touch was tentative,
the scent tantalizingly different,
the sounds and nuances yet to
be experienced, known, trusted.

she was beautiful, firm, curvaceous,
polished, but not yet refined, not
yet molded by the necessities of
moving in fluid oneness.

time, and practiced repetition,
would embrace them, join them,
meld them into a flawless fluidity,
caress the contours of their differences.

he cherished every moment of this
first love, touched, caressed, held,
gazed at the texture and sheen
of his olive skinned love.

they spent long winter nights
exploring the subtle contours
of the other, investigating the
intricacies of intimacy

they knew this was a perfect fit,
a seamless bond had been fashioned,
a desire to face the future together
to place one hand in the other

thus they stood on that spring day
hand in hand, facing the future,
dreaming of its wonders
when those magic words were spoken.,,,




…….PLAY  BALL!!!


John G. Lawless
9/20/2014


Details | Lyric | |

Homecoming

Whether or not to touch her hand Is the pertinent question now She led me once to a slumbering gorge Made me dive into it And I was completely drenched With the soothing fountain that Lay there untroubled for millenniums I feel doubtful Whether she really showed me the face of the ancient Banyan tree, engulfed in its serene silence Whether made me listen to the rumbles Of the long-lost rivulet Still I find the shelter for The homeless bird in her eyes


Details | Romanticism | |

Whispers in the Willows

Close your eyes my love
and let your imagination run wild;
for hear me whisper such beauty
in your ear,
hear the whispers in the willow trees,
as they sway from side to side;
as the rolling, green hill faces
smile at us,
as I kiss you upon the cheek,
as we hold hands my sweet,
as I pick a thousand roses for you
and we go to the willow tree
and rest awhile,
listening to the whispering wind,
sing a sound with the willow trees.

Here the chimes tanging
and listen close to "I love you,"
catch it fast and hold on to it,
close to your heart,
and hear it beat to the sound of a drum
deep in your breast.

Hear me my love,
smell those roses I pick for you,
it shall surpass that my love is true,
listen to the whispers of my heart,
that I direct toward you,
My sweet rose,
my lovely babe,
my darling daisy,
my violet,
my lilac,
my willow tree, which sings a song of love
with the whispers of the wind,
and the soft whispers of my heart.

.12.18.2013.


Details | Free verse | |

The Woman Outside

The Woman Outside ©

A woman lost and innocent,
loving the wrong man, loving him in spite 
of his terrible choices, bearing 
his children, knowing the gamble

The gamble is lost and they
take him away
to a place where fear, anger and 
violence reigns
and he has no choice but to do his time
and come out alive

She has lost far more than freedom, 
and occupies her own prison of 
fear, hopelessness, and resentment
Once a month and every holiday she takes
her beautiful hopeful children inside the walls 
to sit in the cold dreary room with the
other families; always waiting

She must play the part of the good wife and 
perfect mother while she slowly withers inside
her soul crying out because she has done 
nothing wrong but still will be
punished with the rest of them.

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes


Details | Free verse | |

''the One''

she's a thing much wilder
and a thing even blood-thirstier;

excited, I take refuge
and secret, forbidden repose

in her dangerous embrace
which deceitfully protects

me from other predators 
of the heart--my own beating

and panting in my chest
like a tender, beefy doe

about to become someone's
tender rack of venison meat;

paralyzed with anticipation,
I go along as she sighs to me 

soothingly that it will be 
quick, that I won't even feel 

a thing...and as I joyfully 
submitted she lovingly 

gorged her sharp, thirsty 
fangs into my juicy veins 

and sucked them dry! 
And as my body fell into a 

bloodless, pallid heap I then
knew that she was the One.


Details | I do not know? | |

i carry you

CHAPTER 1
Broken glass, shattered dreams, aching hearts- bleeding the memories of yesterday
Fading hope, faded conviction; where do I go to bury you and put the dream of us 
away?
To preserve it forever I’ll put it to rest in c chamber of my soul, I will carry you in my 
heart
This way, my love, you’re forever mine, breathing you even though we are worlds 
apart


CHAPTER 2
Our song, romancing the moon and the summer breeze
The words I’ll be seeing you put my mind at ease
Oh God! Yet, I have burned it all, the bridges crossing to you my dear
I have tainted our love and demolished your heart of gold I fear
Ironically, it all came crashing down on your day of love Sir Valentine
Picture of destruction, sex, drugs and fake friendships intertwine
I will never insult you by trying to say I’m sorry, for it won’t do
There’s nothing I can even dream of that will ever make it up to you
That’s is why I’ll rather suffocate in my pain, take the punishment and protect you 
from me
You think you want this, but I destroy everything I touch, trust me part of my life 
you don’t want to be

HELL
My deepest desire is to go back and find you, but I don’t know where I let go
I don’t know what possessed me, how did you later become my foe
I’ve lost my mind more that I’ve realized, condemning us to hell
Sickening memories, pathetic choices and a heartbreaking story to tell
Pieces if of me, all I have left is my blackened heart and tears
If I forgive myself, will you leave my dreams – these are my fears
I year ago, to the night, I was almost conquered by the bear
The nightmare didn’t end there, I still carry you – life isn’t fair

AUTUMN
The days are turning colder, the warmth of the sun is fading away
An ironic metaphor of how we use to be, oh God how I wish it’ll be okay
I miss you, but I will always be looking for something more
More ambition, confidence, initiative – always being something that I’m punishing 
you for
God knows I want to be with you, but I will destroy
You loyal, passionate and unconditional love give boy


Details | Free verse | |

Into The Godly Realm - Let Us Go

(Rev. 21: 1-7 /  Rev. 21: 10-27  /  Rev. 22: 1-6  /  Rev. 4: 1-6  /  Dan. 7: 9, 10, 13, 14, 18 & 27)



Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
Into The Splendiferous, Shining Sector!
To The Spiritual Site Where Ultra-Love Glows
by the Vibrant, Blindingly-Brilliant Light-Vector

Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
GOD Has Invited Us Into HIS Kingdom!
The Resplendent, Royal City of Emerald Rainbows
& Radiant Pearl & Gold & Glass-Sheen-Domes

… Where Thunders, Horns & Harp String Tones
Join With Angels & Kings In Hallelujahs’ Choir-Songs!
and Residents Greet Citizens In True Fashion ‘Shalom’
and Are Welcomed Like Beloved Children Come Home

& Share The Fruit of Trees –  Sweetest Ever Known
A Righteous Reaping & Keeping Paradise Beautifully Grown
as Crystal Fountains & Rivers, Bubble Forth & Shone
… in The Sparkling Waters of Life’ Gleaming Zone!

… O’ Let Us Gaze In Awe – In Meek Gratitude
At The Greatness & Grandeur of GOD’s Estate!
Let Us Whisper In Respect-Muted Admiration
with Wiped Feet As We Walk A Street Called Faith

Let Us Gather ‘Round Devotedly – As A Great Crowd
Read Inscriptions On The Precious-Gem Cornerstone
of The City’s Foundation, As Opened Fortress Beckons
To Jeweled Temple & Ancient of Days, Treasure-Throne!

Walk With Baited Breath & Bowed Hearts & Heads
As Joyful Tears Pool In Our Beaming Eyes!
As Into The Godly Realm … We Have Ventured
& Entered ‘The Archway’ Supports For All  Skies

O’ My Brothers, My Sisters, My Family & My Friends
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
Where We Have Been Invited To HIS Garden Party
Where Each One of Us Will Get To Speak … with HIM!

All You HIS Faithful Ones – Who Awaited Kingdom Come
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
To The Place Where The Holy of Holies Is Situated
O’ Get A Glimpse of  Heavenly, New Jerusalem!

Into The Glorious Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go!
Up To Clouds & Zion’s Mountain-Top Location
As Earth Becomes – The Global Promised Land
Yes, Humans’ Own Homefront, Habitat Space-Station

(Yes, This World’s First Honorable United Human Nations)

… and Into The  Godly Realm … GOD Will Let Us Go
… into The Splendiferous, Spectacular Sector!
Into The Spiritual Area – Where Eternity Roams
Close To The Vibrant & Blindingly-Brilliant, Light-Vector


                           Written & ©:  7/13/2013

                           By:  The MoonBee


Details | Lyric | |

Dating a Black Girl

You
tried to define me
reduce towers to rubble
the relationship imploded 
now who's in trouble?

controlled demolition
you must have pulled it
tho' I didn't see you do it

steel washed to grey
you weren't harmed
but you were gone
yes, you were gone
somewhere secure
hiding, smiling

                  I was crying
                  I was dying

days changed to years
your victory thrills turned to pills

swollen swine
honey, you rolled in the mire

your lost kiss haunted
yet my motivation was fine
                  
                   yes I realigned 
                   yes I realigned
  
you lied a thousand times
you lied a thousand times

tears flowed rivers, yet time was on my side
the gods glued me back together

and where are you now girl?
                  
                   hell if I know
                   hell if I care

I cared for you, but I don't stare back
the past is gone
I've heard where you live
and exactly what you'd give to be back here in my arms

you turned our world to black
take a sharp look at these callused hands
                  
                    they'll never take you back
                    no, I won't take you back


Details | Rhyme | |

I Believe it Was the Spring

My heart was broken years ago,
I believe it was the spring--
She was my cause for breathing,
And I soared beneath her wing.

I asked only that she love me,
And she asked of me the same--
I was ill-prepared for such a thaw,
And the spring I'll ever blame!

~Mel


Details | Free verse | |

Conflicted or star crossed lovers

Not a day goes by I don't think of you
you have permeated my fortress and walk freely in all its rooms
(examining it's furnishings)
how did I allow you entry without the
usual search scan and seizure ?
I'ts like a foreign substance and all
my antibodies are seeking to eradicate
your presence (anti-christs)
My mind and heart find your entrance exhilarating 
like ecstasy ( a neurologically happy drug ,
which by the way I've never imbibed in but the
other one I'm only slightly familiar with)
My body wants to throw you off like some
intruder to the death it lies in bondaged slavery of.
I finally understand the WAR.
I want to isolate this substance and imbibe at will
or as often as I desire.
There's no corner on the market for this substance,
you can only get this by freely accepting it as your 
own life blood , the loss of which kills us , but it's
flow is what keeps us alive.
I desire to lay in it's bliss
like basking in a warm sun's rays
unfortunately I burn easily , so I usually limit 
my exposure to substances I feel may do me damage.
But OH , HOW GOOD this FEELS , as though I should
have been born to this naturally .
But NO , love is not the natural substance of the world
in it's battlements and fortresses erected by men and
so thoroughly indoctrinated into his very being .
I just want to bottle this and share it with everyone.
But everyone "knows" every really really great substance
wears off and kicking the habit is way way painful .
But I want to suck this up and live in it , to have the heat
of it never dim , until it is an all consuming fire that lights
everything in it's sphere . Yes LOVE JUNKIE , child of God
a shameless addict to truth about the paths people choose
to "lose" themselves on . 
I've been like a bloodhound sniffing out every trail looking
for this substance the one that transforms you into fully
brilliantly vibrantly alive , and to roll in it until every fiber
of my being is saturated with it's fragrance.
The factory that manufactures this is built within , 
and I want unlimited access  , but my own body has
set up perimeters and walls to fence off my full access 
to my own God given life source ..(the curse)
You can only have full admittance when you can use
it's power to give life and not destroy others , to be 
able to manage it usefully for the benefit of all.
But I'm a natural indulgent in what feels good , 
substances always on the intake , seeking to have a 
balm that shields me from being abused or seeing 
my own abuses of Life. My ability to utilize a substance
so powerful is limited by my training , my will and my
exposure to everything that seeks to sell it on the open
market like a thrill seeker , or cheap whore who can be
had for a bouquet and dinner , which is quickly consumed
in one night and disappears tomorrow . Nothing that the
world offers can even slightly imitate the magnitude and 
power residing where Love dwells . When you've been 
allowed to taste its manna , the desire for a plateful
is now not even enough but the drive to constant partaking
of its presence is now an all consuming fire and I am 
driven to sign up for the lifetime plan . For better is a life
that feeds on love daily , than to choke and suffocate on
the bowls of hatred served up daily in the worlds menu.
I have relished the view from opposite sides of the room ,
when you're ready  for the permanent plan you will 
have to crossover to the other side . I know you read me,
like the good book , and when you understand you can
hide it from the world , but not from me , or yourself .
We want full access to the wellspring of life and love , I'm
willing to share the source , but it's a limited partnership (MLP)
on a lifetime plan , but it's riches are infinite and can only
be provided by the source. If you're willing to crossover , 
I'll allow you re-entry and full access ... Love  


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Romanticism | |

Snow Forts

Let us go my friend
into the white, soft pillows of snow
that sits undisturbed in the yard.
I'll grab the shovels
and you grab the buckets my friend
and we shall build a snow fort,
that'd be the envy of the neighborhood.
Let's go my friend,
I'll build the walls,
you build the towers,
and we shall put the flag up together.
Come now,
go here and I'll go here.
Make snowballs the size of our hearts,
and I'll storm the fort,
and you shall protect it.
Come now my friend,
if I shall win,
then this little snow fort,
shall become a snow fort of love.

.2.13.2014.


Details | Narrative | |

A Lover's Letter - Part 1 of 4

(Canticles/The Song of Solomon / 2 Tim. 3: 16* / Ps. 33: 5
Ps. 37: 28 / Ps. 97: 10 / 2 Chron. 20: 7 / Isa. 54: 5
Deut. 7: 8 / Gen. 1: 1 / John 1: 1, 14, 18 / Ps. 83: 18)

May Liquid Lava Drip and Pool
From This Pen Tonight
As This Lover’s Letter I Have Longed
To Express To You and Write

May Lightning Rods Fuse On These Pages
To Enlighten and Ignite
Words, That Are As Clear As Bells
… as Clear As Black and White

… and Impart Good News
That Encourage and Excite
And Enthuse You With Joy
Like Wind Thru Tree Leaves Incite

And Bring Forth Your Smile
That Resembles Starry Sights
As I Reply and Verify
That All Will Be Alright
For Love Proceeds and Aligns
Just Like A Butterfly Alights …

So Like Blossoms Spread
On Silken Sheets Invite
May This Letter Convey
My Emotions Intense-Felt Might

And Reach You By Moon
Or On The Morrow’s Dawn Light
This Letter Being Sent
With All Hopes Bright
With The Eagerness of Swift Eagles
Focused In-Flight …

While At Present, Being Apart –
To You Seems Not So Clear
And Yes, A Generation of Youth
Ages In A Few Spent Years

But A Generation of Love
Will Not Disappear
For Our Love Will Generate
Power Strong and Secure
(Luke 21: 31, 32*, 33)

For Even Away … In Our Hearts
We Are Ever Near
And For Each Written Word
I Whisper For You To Hear …

For I Want You To Know
I Hold You Cherished, Dear
And I Will Not Forget You …
So Have No Fear …

Have No Fear … For There Is Not
Even To Compare Another
Our Bond Is Unique Like Fingerprints
& Snowflakes, Ocean Waves & Thunders
This, I Speak In Truth To You …
For I Am Your One-True-Lover

So Any Doubts, Lack of Faith
Or Infidelity – Please Smother
While We Are Absent …
One From The Other
(Gen. 31: 49)

There Is A War Raging On
Outside of Your Protected Walls
There Is A Battle Being Fought
Outside of Your Castle’s Halls
So I Need You To Be Brave
I Need You To Stand Tall …

For I Will Return For You
Victorious and All …
And There Is No Chance of Failure
To Make Me Slip-Away or Stall

With This Letter I Want You To Feel
Assured and Also My Touch
… Feel It Like A Soft Breeze
Raindrops, Sunshine and Such
For Our Intimacy Is A Purity
and No Need To Blush

We’ve Shared Secrets and Sacred Events
and Significant Times So Much
We’ve Even Shared Thru Sorrows
… and Neither of Us Gave Up …

And I Can Barely Wait To See You;
To Be Close As Face To Face
and Look Into Your Watchful Eyes
That So Beautifully Gaze
… and To Lift You Gently Up
Like A Black Swan Being Raised
(The Song of Solomon 1: 5)

(Part 1 of 4)


Details | Free verse | |

Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Cold,
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.


Details | I do not know? | |

A flower started to wander

A flower started to wander,
Not Far from her homeland.
 
Earlier, she laid on my hand,
I recall her scented existence.
 
Then she came to my lips,
never nature tasted as sweet.
 
Before our eyes could meet,
The rose rested on your heart.
 
And now I cannot foretell,
If the blush masking your face,
Is the rose remaining trace
Or our love fresh blooming.   


Details | Free verse | |

Memories from a Stuffed Dog

Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Stone and Fire

Stone, weathered by the ages
changing, but slowly.
Fire, burning bright and hot
dancing, beautiful but soon gone.
Stone supports the fire
Fire warms the stone.
When the fire burns out
will the stone be left scarred?


Details | Free verse | |

On The Garden Path

" In The Pathway Of Light 
I Have Seen 
Deluded Dreams 
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fell At My Feet 
Where We, 
Had Made Plans To Meet ... " 

And I Waited & Waited
For You To Come
I Waited Until
The Morning Sun
And Then I Could
Wait No More ...
For The Rains
Had Started To Pour ...

Alas, My Soul
My Love, My Heart
My Happiness, My Hope
Once Bright
... Now Dark
Drenched & Merged
On That Muddied Path
& In Puddles In The Grass

... there Splashed The Plans
That We Had Made
To Meet-Right There
and Run Away
and Escape 
Into The Night
With A Brand New Start 
In Sight ...

But Now I Pace 
This Path Alone
With Footsteps Faced 
Towards The Unknown
But Wait - Tho' Late
& Past The Storm
... I Run Into 
Trustworthy Arms  ! ...

" In The Pathway Of Light 
We Have Seen
Our Starry Dreams
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fall At Our Feet 
Where We Dance  
To Love's Heartbeats "



                 Re-Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/23/2013 
                           by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Romanticism | |

Happiness Sings a Song

A boy named Happiness
walked along the full streets of the world
with a smile upon his face.
He had no friends,
he had no family
and had the worst luck with women.
No one took him serious,
till they needed him at their darkest days,
they'd use him like tissue paper;
to wipe away the tears
and crumple him up and throw him in a corner
(they couldn't even put him in the trash can)
he too good for them,
he too good for all of them.
He smiled,
he sang his big heart out,
making the girls cry
and the boys jealous.
One time a boy named happiness fell in love,
with such a beautiful, smart and couragous woman,
with such a sense of humor
and when she laughed
his heart sung,
and his eyes brigthened
and the little boy named Happiness,
was for once in his life truly happy!
He found what he wanted,
not begging nor buying for it,
he walked his path,
till time ran out,
and all hope was lost.
He continued to walk on,
and shedding no tears,
only with a smile,
he found such a key that unlocked a hall
of happiness and glory.
Happiness was all the boy was truly looking for,
and he truly found it,
when he was least expecting it to come.
Happiness sat all night and day,
looking up at the changing skies,
moon,
stars,
clouds,
sun,
and that beautiful rose of a woman,
in his arms,
warm and secure,
she smiling up at him
as Happiness sang of song so sweet and so beautiful
that the birds all gathered around and joined in the harmonies.
Then Happiness and the woman kissed the night away
in such a moment so dear as happiness flowed through the air.

12/3/13


Details | Free verse | |

Mocha

I usually find the taste of coffee
Far too bitter for my taste
But this mocha is smooth 
And so sweet

Warm on my lips
And rushing hot on my tongue
Flooding my body with heat
And making me want more

I feel more awake with every sip
But can never get enough
Since mocha coffee is addictive
And if the taste is slightly bitter too

I want it all the more


Author's Note: Do I really like coffee? No. Like the smell, like the ice cream, but tastes icky.
No, this poem is talking about a person. This was written to tease him.
It's funny because he's mocha colored :)


Details | Quatern | |

Each morning , a white symphony

Each morning, a white symphony 
wakes up the same melancholy, 
Cold sun and the white which will burn…
Dreams and the dust filling the urn

From the back of the time`s pony
Each morning, a white symphony; 
The wind`s instruments by the sea;
Violins on sky`s balcony;                                                                                
                                            
All seasons`tribute in advance:
Winter with its full dress entrance;
Each morning, a white symphony; 
Hearts`s piano found harmony.

Hope established its colony;
Kids with carols and happy eyes.
Soon, they make a palace from ice.
Each morning,a white symphony.


Details | I do not know? | |

One whole art

How could my ark go above to sea?
With No sail
 
You; parted

With Me in shoulder

And you would take my heart

As you

And me are parts

Of one whole art 


Details | Free verse | |

I will carry the moon

Is it just that I seize the throe of your peer's pluck?
 
I, your most faithful servant come calmly into 
your womb of beauty, only to be chaffed by the lack
of it's current.
 
Is it I, that makes the flower wither? 
 
I have broken such before,
under heavy moons I thought
not worth the weight of ponder.
 
My young heart, defeated by its own selfishness. 
 
Will your anger be my penance for the sins
of nights spent without what I have been so 
certain was to be my salvation? 
 
Hell is surely your fury,
for nothing has ever been
as arduous as the slip of 
our comfort.
 
And yet, I cannot let it fall, not this.
 
Not us. 
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Alexandrine | |

And She Wept Oh So Gently Upon My Shoulder

Bring me dawn, soft
like the first
breath of Spring.
Bring me dusk, brisk
like the Morning’s
fresh cry,
like the Ocean’s
spray caressing my
skin.
Bring me voice,
shaped into a
lullaby,
dampened with cars
and carts from Old
Shanghai.
Bring me time, so we
can be older,
right here, right
now, watching the
seconds fly.
Bring me love, when
my heart grows
colder.

And she wept oh so
gently upon my
shoulder.


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | I do not know? | |

The Glow of Soft Truths

the glow of soft truths
tucked between the folds of the heart

radiates through the coarse fabric of each fleeting day

transcending the hurdles that litter the way

extinguishing the trepidation and the unfounded fears away

beyond the very now with an eye firmly gazing towards the coming morrow

where genuine peace may be found while dispelling the nasty sting and the solitary sorrow

and when that moment is finally found

when peace and mirth is felt all around

the bliss may seem plentiful, and the being with simple joy may abound

without a word being spoken

without the din, the static of the endless drone

so infused with soothing music, yet hardly making a sound

for the truth of peace that lies in wait

just beyond the corner

is a truth that may never be sought

or bought

for that truth of peace must be ushered inside

until deep in the soul it will then quietly reside...


Details | Rhyme | |

track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Rhyme | |

Wind dismays the flowering rose

Apples hang low near the ground.
robins chirrup all around.
sun on glowing maple leaves
gives a red glow that deceives.

Autumn air is flowing near,
though it's still bright summer here.
wind dismays the flowering rose
as with arrogance it blows.

Leave me one flower for my eyes.
Leave me roses,as I sigh.
Leave me not my dearest one.
Soon enough we shall be gone.

What remains is love alone.
If your heart is not of stone,
Fear not sorrow,fear not woe.
Into this earth all must go.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When Love comes smiling

When Love comes smiling,
with orange wing-tip butterflies
and red red roses for curls,
she will come and lay her sweet hand
gently on my face, as my heart warms
the glaciers of my soul,
as my feet turn to angel's wings 
and I fly with Love.

Oh Love is grand,
and oh Love is kind;
she smiles at me,
with orange wing-tip butterflies
and red red roses for curls,
oh her beauty it restrains me from reality;
oh my dear Love come to me,
show me,
love me,
oh my Love comes smiling,
with the sun on her side
and the moon at her feet,
with orange wing-tip butterflies fluttering away;
she will smile and lay her gentle hand on me
and sing me a song,
oh yes my dear Love;
I shall sing to you as well a song of good hope
and charm.

.2.18.2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | Free verse | |

For Him

When in April 2013
Her soul fled... ignited
Like a car engine...
Still, he steered hard on her timid face

Oh passion mixed with tension
Even at a Praying Ground?
On her, he kissed with words
Making her dance and say 'cheese'

Into her soul like showers of waters
Penetrating her resilient heart
With words, rhymes and signs
As such..she scattered her Brazilian hair

At every little chance,
she, of his name, chant
Even in the belly of struggle
she lept in bubbles with jumping smiles

Wow! the - vocally endowed!
Little wonder,that feeling of 'Somehow'
Caress the walls of her pointed nipples
As she murmurs ...With a loud silence.

Painstakingly combing a breath of fresh air
In and out of her very unique nostrils
Like a helpless lamb in the altar
..Curling the angered joy of distance.

Words, rhymes, massaging rhythms
To the veins in her flowing blood
Back, front, left and right
Signalling at her swelling "Kinni"

"I will never let you go..."
The song she sang with a resounding bang
Ko-La 'wole' come in to stay, stalk me today
Into the bottomless deep of my sweating "Kinni"

Cos from 'Maba, she, in irony surrender,'
Her head, her shoulders, her feelings, her soul
Like they've long belong
To Bankole Kolawole, her funky, naughty Lover.

(NB: Maba is a place along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, Nigeria)
"Kinni" literally means "something".


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

MISTAKEN

Love, do i ever know you?
have we ever met?
When can i take a hold the real you?
Am i too ugly or too faceless?
Am i too bad or too unworthy?
I have loved before....
Why didn't i learn?
why didn't i change?
Why i had given so much?
And now that you have left...
Hurt; pain and tears all i have...
Love, you are so attractive...
I soak into your temptation and lures...
I set my feet without halt...
Love, i'm so brave take the risk...
Don't you know, i haven't been long sick?
Why you ever landed?
why did i ignore all signs and symptoms?
When you plan to leave in the end?
You had me fooled and blinded..
But was it you love?
L-O-V-E?
Is it really you, love?
Or am i mistaken?
It is rejection...
It is losing someone..
it is loneliness..
it is showing love less..
it is wrong reciprocity..
Correct me love please..
Lift me up from this awful damnation..
Take me out from this tangled jeopardy..
I don't want stay in this..
Love, help me please?
Channel me to what and where you really are....


Details | ABC | |

The Wind's Message

 The wind blows as if it has something to say
 Almost as if to warm me to stay away
 I brush it off like a speck of dust
 For what I'm feeling is more than lust
 I won't say it's love
 Or a message from above
 But what it is, is even more
 Ever since you had me begging on the floor
 Yet I hear the wind, very clearly now
 It went from a whisper, to practically a shout

 Thy wind is scary, but very honest
 It guides me through all the tests
 It leads the way, never steering me wrong
 Thus its message sounds like a song
 When you listen close you'll hear the melody
 I wish to open my eyes, but I'm in fright of what I may see
 So I follow the wind
 All the way to the end
 And when it's time for it to go
 The wind's soar starts to slow

 Now it is but a gentle breeze
 Making it easier to breath
 I open my eyes and there you are
 Shining bright like a new born star
 I take a chance and come real close
 For I have not a single reason to boast
 If not for the whispering of the wind
 I may have strayed, and fallen to sin
 But it showed me all the right paths to follow
 And its message left me no longer Hollow

 By: Cody J. Davidson


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Love see me

Love I know you can see me,
you can see the heart I have
and how big it is;

Love I know you can see me,
you can hear me,
and you can find the sorrow,
which is deep in my heart;
so why can't you find me?
Why can't you fly your way
through the twilight skies
and warm me up on a cold winter night
with a loving kiss and a warm embrace?
Why can't you find me?
But at least I know you see me,
and I'd like to think that one day,
on a spring day in May
you shall find your way and tell me
what was meant to be heard.

.2.10.2014.


Details | Romanticism | |

Between the two rivers I'll be,

Between the two rivers of heart and soul
and mind over matter,
I'll be there near the valley of heartbreak and sorrow
I shall overcome and smile,
as I see you, my love,
parading yourself along with your gypsy caravan down the green hills
on your golden steed,
with your crown of gems and jewels;
waving your pretty, little hand at me from afar,
and I shall stand tall and proud and wait for you,
there in the peace and serenity;
between the two rivers of love and passion,
heart and soul, I'll be there, waiting always for you.

.2.2.2014.


Details | Narrative | |

Sins and Virtues Chapter Three

As Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her New transporter.
"Wow Faith this is beautiful".  "Thank you Love.  This is the new Neo 7000.
It was the last one left".  Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers
her call from Loyalty.  "Hello Loyalty what do you want?"  "Why you have to
ask like that Faith?"  "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on
time.  Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do".  "C'mon Faith we don't have 
time to play with Loyalty".  Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization
Opened Arms.  "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?"  
"The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war.  There was a big scar dividing
the country".  "Your organization Opened Arms has a lot of strong positive influence.  How
long have Opened Arms been active in the humanitarian field?"  "Five years".  When the two
landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Backwash

I closed my mouth around the words,

felt my skeletons wash up against

the shore of a silver tongue;

Driftwood,

laying still on the bank,

charred and cracking open

inside the swallow of shameful 

Determination.

“I never wanted it to be like this,

             never thought it would go

                                         …this far" 

I watched your finger list its way 

around an empty highball glass,

its fragility reminding us both of 

the damage of throwing stones

in a house ready to shatter. 

I couldn’t look you in the eyes. 

              Couldn’t let you see

the poison forcing its way out. 

No matter, how badly I needed 

to feel anchored.

I was better off;

left to drown,

than to pull you under

the waves birthed by 

my lack of transparency. 

"I never wanted it to be like this, 

            never wanted to bring you down.” 

I couldn’t look you in the eyes;

 as the light shined through

the gleaming vessel wrenched

in your palms,

I ordered another round,

Unable to stand the spectrum 

cast, the colors of truth,

with nothing to hide.

So, I finished my beer.

Tasted the backwash cast back,

from every selfish, thoughtless

draft, and forced it down. 

The amber tint of the bottle 

reflected nothing;

As volatile and opaque as

the soul clinging to it. 

"I have to go, 

                      I’m sorry.” 

I left the money on the bar,

hoping it was enough to sate 

our demons for the night. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Sijo | |

Dried Dreams

Dried Dreams


Light dawning, parched, sleeping fields awakening to dewy kiss
Thirsting roots await droplets of precious life from funnel leaves 
Crisped edges, singed by season’s drought, bathe in lover’s sweet relief


John G. Lawless
6/19/2014

for Debbie Guzzi
SIHO strings contest


Details | Free verse | |

Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


Details | Free verse | |

Ecstasy - Not in any order

Make a start
Not in any order
Go on the outer
Then circle the border
Fly your kite, let it soar
Do not take less, when you can get more
Never you sigh,
Or ask the reason why
Break free, break free
Glide through the rapture
Ride the torrid winds
Expand your horizon
Search for hidden things
Play your music high
Play your music low
The salient notes, the hidden crescendos
Floating and waning, entering chasms
Soar to where eagles fly
Let me shout, take me high
For brave men seek glory
While cowards choose to die
Never to gain freedom from 
Failure to try
Break down the walls, join the battle
Jericho's walls were the trumpeter's cotton
As the orchestra plays
And conductor wields his baton
The fiddler tweaks his notes
To the strings of the harper's  tussle
A harmony of notes
Toeing and froing, crescendos growing
Seeds are sown and harvest flowing
Savour your journey, never to be forgotten.
In passionate embraces
Spoil me rotten.
Drink from the fountain
Take from the well
Wield your magic ,then cast your spell.
Not in any order
No rules are laid
Just make the effort 
Go on the outer but don't cross the border..





Details | Prose Poetry | |

Souvenir

Every night, we take the moon home. 
Split it in half,
and tuck it away beneath our ribs
for safe keeping. I always wince,
because of bruises that never 
heal but her smile kills that pain,
and when we get home
we get to dance under the same
light that led us to each other,
fashioning our love to the 
ceiling above, so it’s shine
can light the only world that
matters to us anymore. 
When we get home,
the rest goes dark,
and Earth’s rotation
adapts, forced to synchronize
with the steps of our feet
across the only real living room.
She says she’ll give it back 
when I decide the pain is
no longer worth walks in the
shade of rain.
t  e a s 
             ing   me with 
the zap of lightning’s charm.
But you see, 
this burdened cage of love’s misery
is a metronome’s swing to the 
beat of infinity. 
And so I press play on the 
heart of this, my favorite song
and once again, hold out my 
hand..and wait for her to
take my pain away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Is

Love Is A Knife As It Stabs You In The Back. You Put Up A Fight Like 
Your Under Attack. Loves Leaves You In Excruciating Pain, Thriving 
For More Then What Has Become. Love Fills You With Nothing But 
Wanting To Hate. Your In The Position For Wanting Revenge For 
The Person Who Left You Alive, Not Dead. Love Is Essential To The 
People Who Desire It. When Love Is Separated And Disconnected, It 
Leaves A Persons World Fading To Gray. Love Can Hurt People In 
The Most Painful Ways 


Details | I do not know? | |

Oh Rain, How I Love Thee So

Oh rain, how I love thee so,
you're my dear disregarded friend, my often passed up on mate,
you make life's canvas beautiful and awe-inspiring and you refresh the ground when It's worn down and gasping for relief.
You bring us many different things that I know I am grateful for yet more often than not my fellow brethren they mock your appearance saying things like "my day is going to be boring now thanks to the rain" or speeches along the lines of "I miss the sunny days"; the radio and TV forecasts they always tag you with misery but I say that you bring us hope and assurance for present and future, you are beautiful though others do not see it.

Oh rain, how I love thee so,
please don't cry, the only tears I want to see from you are the droplets of water that paint on the canvas a masterpiece that we all need to survive.
I will still love you when the others have denied you, unconditionally, that's my mandate and I hold on to it with nothing but joy.


JGK.


Details | Free verse | |

love for dessert

Eat a large breakfast of friendship,
A small lunch of secrets and desires,
A little snack of care and tears,
A fine dinner of trust,
A kiss and a hug and
For dessert a big bowl of eternal love.
YummMMMM
What a day!

.3.2.2014.


Details | Narrative | |

A Lover's Letter - Part 4 of 4

I Send This Letter, Like A Message
Drumming Like Earth’s Hearts-Tribal
It Is A Lover’s Letter To You
Sent Like A Heaven-Sent Bible
Filled With Love –Just Like A Bible

My Lovely One –I Know Its Been Hard
During Our Separation
Its Like A Razor’s Blade
Steady Slicing At Our Relation

And You Told Me Last Time
About Someone’s Insinuations
But What We Feel
Is No Mere Infatuation
& What We Have Is No Fantasy Fabrication

For We Are Linked Together
Like A Throat and A Tongue
We Are As Joined Together
Like A Hand and Its Thumb

We Are United-Bound
In Love’s Spirit As One
& We Will Be Together
Like Sky and Sun
And My Lovely One
Only You Can Break This Bond

& Our Love Is Built On Mercy’s Monoliths
& Mutual Funds of Trust
Our Love Is Like Truth & Peace Treaties
If Filled With Lies & Suspicions –It Busts

And Even If You Should Die, My Lovely One
I Will Look For Your Dust
Because For The Pleasure of Your Company
I’ll Court You ‘Til You Are Conscious!
For The Pleasure of Your Company
Every Obstacle I Will Push!

For Love Is What Makes Life’s Pinnacle
Passionate, Joyous and Just
Our Love Is Like Time –It Exists
Whether We Slow It Down or Rush

Love Is Like A Steel Will
Or A Mountain Which Men Can’t Crush
& If Hours Are Ticking By Too Loud
May This Letter Make Them Hush
& My Lovely One –Don’t Let Anyone
Ever Come Between Us

My Lovely One –While Away From Me
Don’t Let Anyone Entice You
& If They Vie For Your Affections
Don’t Let Anyone Revise You

Tell Them To: “Go Away
Because I Don’t Recognize You!”
& Even Say: “My One-True-Lover
Did Not Authorize You!”

My Love … Your Sweet, Sweet Love
I’ve Never Taken For Granted
You Gave It To Me Freely
with No Ulterior Motives Demanded

And My Desire For You
Goes Beyond The Romantic …
The Way We Love –  Is A Rising
and Radiant Rite-of-Passage!

And I View Your Love As A Badge
& An Accolade-Advantage
for Over All My Rivals …
You Gave ‘Me’ Your Precious Package!

And You Entrusted Me
With All Your Worth To Manage
& I’ve Heard From Our Friends
You Repeat All My Advice Like An Adage
& That’s Why I Wrote So Much
In This Lover’s Message …

&So I End This Utmost
Fervent and Urgent Letter
Lovely, I Heartily Hope These Words
Help You To Feel Better

And I Send This Token Along …
A Comforting, Cashmere Blazer & Sweater
But I’m Coming Soon To Keep You Safe
In The Onset of Forecast-Troubled Weather
For I Can Hardly Wait
To Be Finally Together

Eternal Love –Everlasting Love
That Will Leave You, Never …


Written & ©:  6/8-19/2013
By: MoonBee


Details | Lyric | |

Wandering Alone

While wandering alone, with not anything  to do
My mind became packed, with selfless feelings of you
Photographs scattered on the floor, eyes well up
Stuffs I could have said, stuffs I should have done

The language of words that make two as one


Details | Ballad | |

The Footfalls Towards Forever - Part 3 of 3

 ... For Theirs Was A Loyal Love That Would Nay Suffer Guilt
Nor Wander, Nary Wrangle, Nor Waste, Nor Wrong, Nor Wilt
Whether Slow In Coming, Or of A Moment Passing Swift
Not Even An Enemy’s Blade Plunged In His Side To Its Hilt ! …

could Halt His Soft Footfalls Towards Forever …

Even In Whispered Woe & Weeping That Winds Would Nay Lift
Or Thru A Last Dance, Last Duty, Lost Dreams, Or Long-Ago-Drift
Even In All The Combined Separation Or An All Alone-Shift
Even Thru Gut-Struck-Grief Or The Unknown – Aye, Even If …
Out of Cold Shadows’ Desperation … Over A Highland Crag-Cliff 

… slips The Soft Footfalls Towards Forever


Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor
Will You Come Walking To Me As Hard Rains Pour?
Beneath A Tree of Life I Stood and Swore
To Bring You My Body & Every Beauty, It Bore
To Reach You Before Even Death’s Read Banns Door …

and Right Before, Our Soft Footfalls Towards Forever …


    … Out of Cold Shadows, On A Highland Moor
Will You Wake For Me, When The Full Moon Soars?
Beneath A Tree of Life, I Stood and I Swore
To Bring You Back, Body ‘N Breath & The Beauty It Bore
Whether To Walk On Water Or Just Footprints On A Shore

in Soft, Footfalls Towards Forever To Explore …

yea, In Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … Still Furthermore …   


(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 /  Song of Solomon  /  John 11: 23 – 27  /
Genesis 3: 4, 13 – 15, 24  /  Revelation 21: 3, 4)


Story Poem Written & ©:  1/ 3-6 /2013

by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Blossom

My love is fragile but alive, 
Like a newly budding flower 

Longing for your warm touch 
Like a soft springtime shower

Where I will colorfully blossom, 
Pedals stretching out to you wide 
Fragrantly releasing its emotion 
Held deep inside  

It will be prime for the picking 
A bountiful harvest you could reap 
A succulent gift of pure love 
And forever yours to keep 

It’s your magical life giving light 
That’s all it will need 
Or it will shrivel and die 
Like a lonely forgotten weed.   


Details | Romanticism | |

Heartbrake and Love

She won't laugh anymore,
she won't smile anymore,
she won't talk anymore,
she won't love anymore,
she won't care anymore.
She doesn't laugh anymore,
nor does she smile and talk
and love anymore...

She still is beautiful though,
like my own portrait lady,
hung on the gallery wall
for all the other's to observe her beauty.
She was my goddess,
my own Athena, looked so divine;
as we danced in the ballroom on marble floor,
as our hands joined together,
as we shared smiles and kisses,
and romantic whispers in each other's ears.
And oh, how that four bit corsage
it looked so perfect on your lovely wrist,
and those jewels that made your eyes shine;
your hair long, in curls;
we were in love,
my beautiful portrait lady.

But Now-my love- oh, now I a ghost in your eyes,
A lonesome Phantom-
A new has come to dance with you,
with a mind- marble heavy-
who dips you on the ballroom floor
and all eyes are on you two-
Such young lovers, that is all-
A naïve girl and a boy with buckle un-done
and trousers around his ankles.
My love though, true it was,
but every eye turned away from me
when you stopped caring and loving.

See a fair Knight's heart broke,
and to see him ride away to a lost land,
only with sweet memories of you,
in all your sweet beauty, my love-
you shall not be forgotten so quick,
only in good time my portrait lady.

Now see anew sunrise,
a new day,
a new cliché,
a new love,
or a new way
to love again and see my heart grow strong again,
and pain gone with fresh, spring rain.
A new knight rides along a highway
and they all bow too him, in honor
of a new, mended heart-

.12.22.2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | Free verse | |

An Idea So Rich

Allowance
That is the true crime to my mind
Allowing entrance of this Idea
An Idea so intoxicating 
It Blinded Me
Clouded Judgement
Drove me through a Fog
That I should've never gone through
The Burning Light
It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog
The only thing that even enticed my interest
Was it Fantasy?
Most likely
Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design
A Design So Flawed
So Young
It would have been the End of myself
Had I continued after it

Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on
Was the best I did for my well being
Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard
Would have proven Fatal
In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..


Details | Ballade | |

Shaman in love

Shaman , shaman ,
a broken man
in love
for the first time
a mystic world
all in your hands
calling the spirits
and they don't come
calling all ghosts
they disappear
all herbs,
and fumes 
and talismans
you have no power 
to change the fate
badly confused,
and desperate...

 


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Moment with Ms Love

I saw Love leave today, with a wave as she walked away from me
She took one last glance, smiled, that was the last I would see
I don’t blame her for leaving, as Resentment was due
And between her and Hate, Love took the gap & off she flew

I stood staring watching her grow smaller & finally disappear
Reminiscing how she had taught me to laugh, live and have no fear
But I knew deep down inside that this would happen one day
She had so many lessons to share, I could not ask her to stay

The fields are all brown and barren and the air has grown cold
Alone and warmed by my memories on the porch where I grow old
Distracted by the winds of misery of Anger & Pain in yet another fight
Which leads to Resentment and Hate who take them in for the night


Details | Free verse | |

Love Unspoken

Would love not speak if uttered by a frightened tongue?
Would Earth reap the sown tears of beauty undone?
I rise from the ashes of every torn moment,
when God allows me your presence.
But, I fear I am but a shadow of the light
in your eyes.
Seeking refuge from darkened days.
If I should speak of the burning desire
behind my own sight,
should I be cast out in due time?
Or would you steady your hands
with mine?
 
-James Kelley 2012©


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane, 

The essense of euphoria, cloud 
of confusion 
Fooled by your seductions, 
indulge in delusion 
You betray me, 
Trading blissful thoughts you 
gave me, for Will 
My best friend I knew forever, 
and still 
Eyes Bloodstained in pain, and 
raging until 

Sweet Mary, 

You carried me away from fury, 
from Ill, 
in the moment, 
Take Me 
To the time I spent with you, 
dimes I spent on you, 
In anguish, when the pollute 
clears, I can see and hear, 
but only to know, the time I've 
wasted 
years we've embraced, 
Monopolized my night and day 
for your own snakish 
intentions.. 

What Trickery.. 
Though, instead of resistence 
and bickering, 
I kiss your wet lips, as you dry 
mine 
The Stress lifts, 
Self-realization hits, 
the cause of anxiety, and mass 
ambition 
The Irony, 
Our relationship seems to be 
teeming/teaming with irony 

You Stand for rebellion, but you 
enslaved me 
Through, at first through lustful 
gazing, 
Set akindle blushes to your 
face, 
and to my amazement, 
Through pre-adolescent stages, 
and justifications, 
Became an arranging of a 
forbidden engagement, 

Between a boy and lady, 
Manipulative of love and time.. 

A Boy's mind.. 

..One last time... 

I Say, 
After I set Astray, 
To count the days, before I 
greet, 

Mary Jane. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

be so kind to me

be so kind to me
for i was so kind to you
love me
as i loved you,
(...but you never loved me...
you never saw my love for you-

-for you were blind and still are-

my heart trembles and takes me out of this place-
yet nothing seems real without you...
never did i think i went on without you
(see me now with gold
  hear me roar like a lion- but surely pride shall die out...
and i shall walk along the gutter
with a weak mind set back on you and only you

only wish that you'd be so kind to me
for i was so kind to you
and love me
as i loved you

(but it is hard to love a rock
and its hard to water stone- and watch it bloom into a rose-
just be kind
and i shall smile another day
and keep away from the garden of the dead

.12.28.2013.


Details | Free verse | |

The sea within you

Love shines from your eyes
and makes your face
so beautiful.
Smile has a rare beauty
Like a foreign flower
transported into a bare garden.
Though it's winter
it's summer in my heart
as I lose myself
in the colour
of the sea within you


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Free verse | |

Love jumped up and kicked my door in

Love jumped up one afternoon
and as I sat reading a book,
she kicking my door in
and took me in a dream wonderland
full of surreal life,
and Salvador Dali was there, painting
and Picasso sat smoking a cigarette,
and thumbing his nose at Dali,
but Dali smiled and kissed his feet.
Love tugged me by the hand, as an impatient mother
would do to her child in a candy shop.
She showed me a cloud,
and on that cloud was the twenty-seven club
smoking weed and drinking whiskey and playing music,
Jimi Hendrix playing his fender Stratocaster with his teeth,
Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin singing away to a blues tone,
Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson were no where in sight though!
And I sat with them and I talked with them and I played with them
and I sang with them, and they loved me,
and we were happy,
and Love pulled me again and she kissed me on the lips,
and showed me three people who had broken my heart,
and they were dressed in grey and frowning,
I did not laugh and I did not cry, I just stood and stared
(they were ashamed to look at me,)
Love pulled me into her own little place,
on her own little cloud,
I sat on a throne decorated with gems and rubies
and their sat a table full of food and drink
and Love came close to me and fed me and cuddled on me
and kissed me and made me feel safe and secure.
She was a beautiful goddess, that Love girl.
She smiled and it made my heart jump and skip
and she held me close and there I trusted her
and trust I did to her.
I closed my eyes and I feel asleep and dreamed about anything that I wanted to.
Dream after dream of beautiful and glamorous things that made my head spin!
Love was by my side the whole night and day,
and there she was every single day,
in what felt to be May
and she sang a song;
that made me dance and kiss her more and more.
That day Love jumped up and kicked in my door,
was the best thing that ever occurred to me.

.1.24.2014.


Details | Pastoral | |

Moments in time

It’s not a ‘cloud of issues’ to deal with
but a crowd of witnesses that surrounds us;
with different personalities and gifts to offer
remind us that we’re all unique creatures
that God has made across time and space.

Moments in time enable us to change gears,
provoked by situations that bring to reflection;
relationships weave as crucial elements,
to our standards and expectations.

By way of committing to affairs of life,
there’s meaning, home to grace –
and it’s home to God that makes us wonder
his ways are certainly not our ways.

The concept of bitachon  takes us on a journey,
like a beautiful sanctuary within is being shared.
in the fullness of life’s experiences speak therefore –
how integral God is in each of our lives.

he makes us whole again, complete in inner dimension;
with peace that embraces all in a right relationship,
truly, a metaphor for the heart of life, a sacrament --
that provides grace and sanctity to be holy.

The God of love speaks and enters our inner sanctuary -
the heart which acts like a third eye in general;
hence, human struggles echo who we are
that define perseverance and faith in the living God.

We have cried enough tears in our lives
with a tremendous amount of optimism;
though as it sometimes seems a mystery, a problem -
that becomes a straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Aimed at transforming our lives into pieces of hope
where love is shared in many forms and shapes;
God dwells at the heart of every human being,
his interconnectedness defines his essence with us.

What a great gift to keep that in our minds,
it is God and us and those around us;
ilustrate a beautiful symmetry, another episode
that sustains us to keep in the race, keep in the game.
With a vivid recall of events in the life passed by,
a way of emphasizing how God keeps us strong
a response to what life is; in moments of time – he’s still there.
one with the Father, and the Father is in him. 

As Mark Twain said in one of his many writings,
“it is not what I don’t understand about the Bible
that bothers me.  It is what I do understand!’ He’s everything;
for we are in him, and he is in us;  we’re his sons and daughters.


Note;

Bitachon - a Jewish word which means “trust in God,” plays a critical role in jewish thought.  Just as a person should strive to observe Mitzvot, he or she should try to develop bitachon, a consciousness that God is actively involved in our lives.


Details | Rhyme | |

Road Construction On A Broken Heart

07/26/2014

My heart has the biggest lump
In it causing a speed bump
Slowing down suitors each time
They try crossing the broken line
Warming them it's way to fast
STOP !! Do not even try to pass
Or the hole in my souls street
Will swallow you, it's not complete
And needs to be filled slowly
Repaired a little more daily
Its protected by a shield
Move in with caution, gradually yield
No parking your love this way
It will be towed until the day
This pile up and traffic jam
Wont cause crashes that go wham
There is a no passing zone
And the reason I'm alone
Until I can start construction
I will stay shyly reluctant
To overload my heart again
With crashes that never end
The speed limit on my road
Of love has gradually slowed
To the minimum it will
Learning to climb up the hill
At a pace that I will make
When I take off the love break


Details | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Free verse | |

Coagulating Perspective

The seconds drift into minutes,
cascade into hours.
Relativity floats subtly past
and pools around perspective’s
esophagus.
Waiting is the fierce tick
of a sequestered heart.
Tracking time,
by counting blood cells sailing
through a clotting current.
Labored lungs grasp at
tiny red buoys,
flagged with markers of 
understanding.
It’s become harder to
comprehend the notes I left 
myself. I tried so hard to
hammer that nail into memory;
I bruised knuckles from exasperated swings.
never thought I had the strength
to sever the yoke of what bound 
my soul to yours.
But I swung,
and I swung
              and  I swung.
Until I drove you away.
I thought it would kill
the pain;
fooled my body into taking the blame
so I could have peace.
But now I wish I could feel
anything but this sordid repeal 
of discernment I let my body
confuse with mending.
I clutch each cell between
aching hands,
and demand it’s clarity;
 tighten my grip when
they squirm and feel
the pangs of past;
remembering the agony
of losing you all over again.
For fear of suffering
memory,
I risked losing myself.
I couldn’t breathe…
burying myself in bloody denial.
I almost let my need of you
coagulate to the point of 
my body’s repose.
You were once something
vital, a brilliant spark of something
magical much like serotonin at the 
perfect levels..
I don’t know what made us bleed.
But you’ve scabbed over..
You’ll probably itch for a long time,
reminding me that love is often
less than divine. And every now and then,
 you might feel a sharp nail
grinding against your surface
like a dry tongue searching
for the comfort of water.
Don’t be afraid,
that’s just me counting the minutes,
trying to remember
how to breathe.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

the tides are rising

My heart is heavy from the waiting.
Lonely from sitting in silence
with nothing but my own inadequacies
to balm the wounds time festers.

Patiently abiding the time of recognition
when fate bows down and bestows a grace
sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love,
I wait for the coming of salvation
the benediction of true loves embrace.

The tides are rising-
and the binding on my soul is strong
am I to die a martyr?
With imminent despair I implore
come home and untie me...


Details | Senryu | |

'o love--why prowl on all fours'

o love! enchantress,--
ferocious temptress; (she roars!)
why prowl on all fours?









Details | Free verse | |

a feral creature called ''love''

crushed, wrecked, and shook 
like a ceramic doll I fall 

headlong and deep, deep 
into the violent stream 

of fear--fear that flows, flows
like a hurried river 

into the tributaries of my 
fearful heart which 

trembles and quakes at the 
watery inundations of its 

rippled waves; flooded 
and overflowed with 

fears and unmoved by 
promises that deceive 

with a caress I take refuge 
and secret repose 

in a thing more wild, in a 
thing more bloodthirsty,--

a feral creature called "love,"
whose kiss is a fatal bite!





Details | Free verse | |

I couldn't say no

 
It flooded the heart with its abundant love
I tried to say no, I tried to say no, no
I couldn't say no 
It was there to comfort me when misery seized
I turned to it for an advice when the world opened to swallow me
I could have said no
But its doors were always opened while yours were closed
And locked with hungry hatred that pushed me away
I couldn't say no
It gave me strength of the beast when your words plotted my downfall
I couldn't say no but yes
Yes to its soothing love that paid joy to my bitter heart
For it and I found endless happiness


Inspired by love between in-laws, When Ndumiso left his wife for her sister.


Details | Free verse | |

Broken beer bottles

Broken Beer Bottles

Damn those broken beer bottles,
like those damn broken hearts
that cry out to be loved;
Boy do they make a mess.
Making a mess with the mind
and messing up the liver,
bleeding from the inside out,
longing for help,
but wanting one more drink,
ah what the hell!
Give me another bottle to add to the pile.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm a fool, stumbling over foolish words

I am a fool,
yes I am,
to talk to you
with your head up in Cloud 9.

I am a fool,
a fool for you,
a fool in love,
a fool with a broken heart,
who lives in denial.

Can you blame a man
who wants to love?
Whether I am a fool or not,
I see you and I start to drool.
So-called friends call me: "a love sick bum,"
"A poor puppy who lost his way,"
"a fool in love!"
Well, a fool in love I am.

When I see you and talk to you,
I shack and tremble,
as a fool would do,
but can you blame me for wanting to love you?

but, the reason I am truly a fool,
it is because, when I talk to you
I stumble over foolish words and
could never tell you, how I truly felt about
you.
I'm a fool-
a fool for you.

.1.16.2014.


Details | Romanticism | |

Oh, beauty so soft and so clear

Oh, beauty so soft and so clear
like a cloud in heaven's skies
as such beauty were ever too see
me in a loving way
my world would become clear,
like a crystal diamond.

My heart would skip beats
as I would make my merry way
down streets filled with young lovers
holding hands till the crack of dawn.
I would be in Love,
till the last grain of sand
from the eternal hourglass would run dry
Oh, if beauty such as hers'
came my way,
spared a passing glance
I'd sig to the angels above,
as they plucked at their harps.
Oh, if beauty so good and bright and loving
should shine my way
then I shall go to her and say,
"Be mine, my loving angel on Earth, be mine
oh sweet maiden."

If only...Oh, if only...

.1.6.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Pyro

I sit between the flash of your stare
and the world that I used to live in.
Hoping that I'll rise from the ashes,
and brave the kindle of something
better built to withstand these flames.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

The Wayward Cafe

I sat in a small wayward cafe,
the smell of coffee beans being crushing into submission
tickled at my nosterls.
The sounds of tin cans and cups
some of them being stacked and others
drop with a violent crash.
The tables all red and round
There sat the women, with their novels, tea cups and coffee mugs
sharing small talk of innocent love.
Some women quiet and others talking.
All of them drinking something.

The cool air blew through the windows,
what a mess that wind made.
Blowing papers all around
and blowing the women's hair back.
A man sat there, writing away,
with an endless cough, a tickle at his Adam's Apple.
Then again everyone had a cough.

I sat there reading poetry, writing poetry, embracing poetry
with a pen in one hand and my head in the other,
gently resting of the red round table.
I wrote of the cafe, the women, the man with the endless cough,
that shattered your ear drums everytime he put his hand to his mouth
and coughed away.

A woman who sat reading way,
drinking lemonade and sometimes
taking long glances up.
She was waiting for someone, I could tell.
I looked at her and she at me,
and we both smiled.
Then a sudden silence,
she looked away from me.
A man, who had an ego,
(Then again, doesn't every man have one)
brushed my shoulder and pushed me away.
He apologized, not sincerly.
They kissed and hugged,
I went back to writing with a frown.
They went away in love, I guess?
And I sat all alone in that
lonesome wayward cafe.
Nothing to keep me company, but smell of coffee and tea
and the laughs of the women sharing small talk,
and that one man with Earth shattering cough.


Details | Sonnet | |

friction match

fourteen lines make a love sonnet
for both ancient and youthful alike
passionate love lines gushing upon it
putting feeling to page, like tonight

by the time that the fifth comes up
the flush of hot lust reigns full
yet already arched at its apogee
by eighth line fire starts to cool

love's fireworks blaze so beautifully
duly perfect in its dual dueling flight
yet fourth from last line seeks immunity 
as ardent passions come crashin' to dislike

yet who among would not strike that match
to fire that work skyward for Eros' catch

© Goode Guy 2013-01-12

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friction_match


Details | Free verse | |

My Petals of Words

Unfinished words I now retrace
Are drifting now like petals in the wind
Blown long ago, from some old hidden place
This is the night that calls me to that place
From deep within my vase of memory

I fell in love with words, but knew that love was fleet
My words recall, and help to write a poem
As if it were a thing to touch and feel
That time and years would take to make complete

 I write again on petals now retrieved! 
And still, somehow, sweet fragrance lingers near
When thoughts were flowers falling at my feet
I’ll pick them up, and dust them fresh and clear
                      
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But hearts refuse to see the naked truth

A bloom that sought the sun to feel the glow
For gentle touch and whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with warming breath
Each petal  has had his chance, and left with ease

I trace the choices made…each withered shard
Words strove to use me up, and follow scorn
I stand alone, stripped bare of self regard
As petals fell away, stripped down to thorns

My words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks it still


______________________________________________
1/24/13


Details | Free verse | |

He Would Leave

He Would Leave…


He would leave you his tears,
salt stains on an abandoned beach,
lone gull riding a cold, lonely wind,
shrieking as the chill bites his heart,
lingering, as spurned lovers do,
waiting, watching, numbed by the
never-passing time.  The call of the
trawler slipping over the horizon
gnaws at his soul, his wings make
feeble attempt to follow,
the clicking of the crabs
scurrying over hard, wet sand
hold no interest, nor does the
debris of the beach.  He sits, red-eyed,
as another sun disappears,
another empty night
slowly surrounds him.

He would leave you his tears
were he able to leave.


John G. Lawless
9/4/2014

“Leave you my tears” (a variation)
For The Poet II – poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Illuminated Muse

The Illuminated Muse
by
Ingrid Showalter Swift


You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis
vibrate within me 
daze me 
sway me without weight or measure
I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture
and in it you lie in wait

You fill my cells 
with oxygen and mercury
the temperature rises 
my bearings drop
my center settle casts away
to an island of green palm breezes
waves of art washing…poetry like walk way stones laid and lead ...before me
and I am the eel in the sea
the elk on the prairie
I am an elephant 
tusks and  trunk held high to sky
baroque-ing out my demands to the dusted waterless ways of the Serengeti
Rise up in me…as the ground rises before the tectonic hand of God
Rise up in me atomic 
Equatorial in clime
Tornatonic in impact
I am ferocious 
in my thirst
Run me down with your intent
annihilate all argument
and end the war between us 
forever

for you are simply
 a blue sapphire flickering in the firelight
Tumbling blue hues in a washer of stone
Flares of luminosity…raking the sky to a plunderous pink
a radiance 
like an alien ball in the forest
…illuminati imaginations....
trailing sparklings that follow the fairies into the dark wood

You are warm milk
into which I fall 
to the creamy center
float on clouded dark dreams
chewy and sweet 
the toffee reminiscence
 of….morning coffee…and black birds in flight
and you are the birth of child 
in the hands of heaven
you are everything arcane ...nubile and blessed and damned at once
and you alone drive my pen
to wagon wheel and weltings center


Details | Free verse | |

Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind
Written by Adam M. Snow

Entrance me with your tune,
that gentle voice of yours.
Those sway ardent winds of harmony,
an echoed symphony of your life;
each word is wrapped in rhapsody,
flowing with the wind.

Your gentle voice, a breeze;
your whisper -- so angelically,
echoes throughout the world.
I hear it among the wind.
I hear it over the thunder of my beating heart.
I hear it calling to me.

We travel separate roads of life,
I got lost a time or two -- perhaps more.
Your voice helped me along the way;
your whispers in the wind,
echoes of sweet harmony,
it guided me back to you.

I want to hear it once more,
the melody of your voice.
Let it get lost among the wind;
(that sway ardent winds of harmony)
and have it find the heart within my ear.

Let your words etch itself upon my beating heart,
let them live forever upon my heart,
its beats won't fade the memory,
of what you've left in me.
Let them breath through my lungs.
Let me inhale your love;
it's sweet nectar to my soul,
an aroma sweet.

I hear it within a dream;
it brings me peace;
that caring voice of yours.
A stage whisper in the wind;
that soothing beat -- an interval,
an echoed symphony among the wind.

Those treacherous words of love,
"I do" and "love you"
forever in my mind,
forever in my heart.
Forever lingering on -- a song;
your whisper in the wind,
an echo -- a sweet echo.
©Copyright 2014 http://amsnow.weebly.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Sometimes Angels lay with Demons

I felt myself crumble inside your grasp,
your storm shook me about,
and everything I was f
                                   e
                                      l
                                        l  
                                         into you.
I could see my demons burning in your eyes.
When we came,
it was a revelation. 
I laid there,
gasping
              subdued by the brilliance,
tracing constellations on the arc
of your warmth.
I knew I had to be 
a better man from then on.
I knew you were here
to save me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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I Do

Someday I will say 
"I do" to you 
and from this day 
I will forever long 
and always pray 
to hear your sighs
of light and day
as they mix with
midnight hearts like mine.
your veins and I 
will be the start of
something more than
day and night
combined.


Details | Free verse | |

To Catch The Moon

How does one capture the moon?
Catch hold of its beams and tug it 
to the earth?
Rearrange the stars
So it might mistake the 
earth for horizon?
Should it be coaxed down
Or caught in one's mouth
And swallowed all at once?
Don't tell me it's impossible
My lover has done it, you know
Every night, when the light is low
I see it shining from his eyes


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


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THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA

Life’s seashore,rough, stirring, indifferent and warm,
Showcases the face of the old man withering the storm;
An old man waiting for Providence to show him the night to the day,
As he gazes at the playful dolphins, swimming free over waves’ sway!

The Old man and the Sea!

The burden of remembrances lying heavy in his gnarled hands,
A long way from home was the dusty horizon of the distant lands;
Watching the cheerful daily handshake of the Paradise and earth ~
Stealing his senses, bidding adieu to his dreams or what’s left of worth!

The Old man and the Sea!

Yearns he to sail once more, to the desolate sea and the sky,
Where images standstill as everything in time is frozen in his eye;
Longing for his love he hears the flood of her gasp in the oil of night, really,
Is he reeling away from a young boy´s dream slipping by so swiftly!

The Old man and the Sea!

Where there’s no spring, no summer, no winter, no autumn but promises to keep….
Where the wind caresses his soul, as he again sails the sea over his mandolin’s bleep;
The ocean’s gentle roar, his only friend as the Old man just stares at life, fourscore,
The wind of time blows right into his eyes of lost desire as nothing lasts forevermore!!!

The Old man and the Sea!


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Quickly Moving Slowly

Boys and girls willing and able Moral judgment isn’t stable No one reads the label Quickly Moving Slowly Red bull gives you wings Thoughts become things Naked skin clings Quickly Moving Slowly Rollin’ in the hay Going all the way Erotic game in play Quickly Moving Slowly Foreplay is the game Lust has no refrain Love is always pain Quickly Moving Slowly Dirty dancing is romancing Pleasure is to please Stripping is the tease Quickly moving slowly Dreamy eyes, creamy thighs Rhythm is the writhe Quickly moving Slowly Desire ignites the fire Glamorous is amorous Just a glance take a chance Quickly Moving Slowly Midnight rendezvous Again at twelve, de ja Vu Quickly Moving Slowly Nooner if not sooner Forking turns to spooner Quickly Moving Slowly Back door romancing Bedroom dancing Quickly Moving Slowly Nimble fingers, picks her lock TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK Quickly moving slowly tick tock tick tock Quickly, Moving, Slowly, tick tock tick tick


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Un grand pas vers le Bon Dieu

Sweet short round sadness in the mirror may grow;
He writes her name twice on the mind`s first snow;
It is the moment to find a joke and make her laugh;
If he holds his dreams and her hands ,that`s enough;
A smile of the kidness with each cup of tea, and soon
As brought by Fancy`s Fairy in the blond afternoon,
The taste of honey mealt in bitterness of broken glass;
The subtle drums in his ears violently might surpass
The horses`galoop at the purple banks of his veins ;
From the green empire, where eternal spring reigns
The romp`s steps of imagery in the Plato`s realm
Composing an ode of joy or a long lasting psalm:
Child dancing, playing with the joyous rain,
 Like Narcissus at the sides of the fountain.
That parfume of violets :her hair and her eyes
Tactile, fragile china, cold glass solitude lies
In their unwritten novel: everybody may choose
The thrill of dancing among the Greek statues;
The rustling of the two doves following Love`s call 
 In the hand of Light,with overflown tumult in one soul. 
The step towards his heart and quickly her stop;
Without the slightest hesitation, all muscles hope
 Ready to caught a falling star still hoping
The crystalline tear prolonged dropping
Transformed in advancing recollections through:
Two masters of slaves and two slaves ,thus sum two.



Details | Free verse | |

Scars

She ran her fingers across my skin,
counting my scars as if they were legal tender. 
I thought about the moment when skin
breaks apart, when life has a chance 
to escape its cage.
I think she could see it in my eyes,
because her touch became a violent rush,
her nails hungry for the burst of 
what was wrought between us. 
And so, I bled for her;
Staining her hunger with the rage of scars 
she couldn’t see. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


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No one Sees the Truth

Oh see those blind fools walk side by side
Saying bye-bye to their purity and virginity;
They held on as long as possible,
But they couldn't hold on long enough,
They smile and say "I love him,"
But ask what she 'loves' about him;
She is speechless and quiet.

See the foolish girls,
And the boys who act foolish
They don't see the Truth,
No one ever seen the truth,
Because they don't want to hear the truth,
Or talk of the truth
Or face the truth, because they don't know the truth.

Fools,
Tired and sleepy
They all are smiling
And they don't care where they go;
And they don't care what they do.
They don't care whose hearts they break,
Whose feelings they hurt,
Whose eyes they make tear
And guts they make ache,
Fools, so tired because they don't know the truth,
No one ever seen the truth,
No one sees the truth,
For they fear the truth
And cannot bear the truth.
Love is the truth,
They block the truth
And they shed their tears
Soak through their pillow cases;
And their hearts break,
And they can't take it anymore,
They take to the bottle,
And too the gun and they smile.

The sun rises the next day
And we are one less fool
Who never has seen the truth.
Sad but true...

12/12/13


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Storm

Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave


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Werewolf

Everything glitters
after dark.

Little by little,
I fell out of love with the sun,
slipping between the black and the white.

I started to appreciate the sound 
of music with hot loving.
So good, so giving.
Blood so hot, you barely notice that it's boiling,
until everything's on fire, 
everything's moving.
(It hurts so good, it doesn't)

And now,
I can't sleep for the need, it litters
my mind like an infectious disease.
(Though I'd been searching for it)

Little by little,
I caught it, 
hands open,
palms burning.

Anything seems bigger
spread by shadows.
Now I think faster, 
laugh louder,
love harder, 
go quicker.

And when the morning sun litters
the sky,
it's an unwanted savior
to people like us. 
(Because we know what's best, 
we've seen what's better)

So we rest a little,
hiding strangeness with normalcy,
lust with routine.
But when the sun sets, 
I watch with curiosity,
shadows wake and spread 
(as if it's the first time) 
legs open, arms wide, 
inviting me in 
to stop pretending
I'm something that I'm not.

Little by little,
I don't need much of anything,
knowing that love 
will find me
in unusual ways.

Maybe it already has
but I lost count of ways...
too in love with shadows...
too in love with the night...

Too late.


Details | Prose | |

Mud

I’d say something cheesy, like: You light up my life. But, there is no light in these veins. There is only blood; an ever coursing river of things I haven’t read enough about to fully understand. You are that mystery, steady and distantly piercing grace. Everything I do not deserve, but receive abundantly, as if I were an ill equipped lottery winner, driving his fortune into the throat of his own well being. You see, I never got to learn how to not love “too hard”. I’ve fallen under its boot, with each missed step and given it to people who never thought to reciprocate. I was a doormat for cold shoulders and loose winks. Yet, your shine drew away the curtains I’ve sewn into my own eyes and let me see in a way, far too long forgotten. Now, I can see through the window. There are rivers of blood out there, flowing cherry blossom trees on bent knees, praying to suck the life out of what I thought love was. Walking ghosts thriving on the quiet of lonely, shivering rebuttals. They prey. They enslave the nature of reborn insecurities, guttural chants, spewed drunken confessionals and hungover will. Sharks in the water of dedication, luring loyalty, and battling compassion. You see, there’s no light in these veins, only blood. But, you taught me how to bleed and use the pain of my flowing river to sink into the Earth I thought too hard to accept anything I was prepared to offer.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 


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If Only I Were a Flower

Torn from your life 
Like a weed from a garden, 
Not caring of my feelings 
Or even asking my pardon. 

Mindlessly dislodged 
And left to wither and die, 
Not even given the chance 
To tell you goodbye. 

My love no longer worthy, 
My caring no longer wanted, 
And the pain that I feel 
I will forever be haunted. 

But I hold tight to my resolve 
And hold my head high 
As I choke down the tears 
And refuse now to cry. 

I know in my heart 
Even after I’m gone, 
My love for you still 
Forever lives on. 

It lives in the soil 
Where my roots still remain, 
Tattered and torn 
But alive just the same. 

So like a weed in a garden 
It will grow once again, 
In the same exact spot 
Where once I had been. 

It will grow strong and proud 
Replenished and new, 
With kindness and caring 
To give only to you. 

To watch over and protect you 
And give you its love, 
As I painfully watch you 
From the heavens above. 

If only I were a flower 
Succulent and ornate, 
Maybe I would not have had 
To suffer this fate. 


Details | Free verse | |

Fell Apart

i reached for your hand 
and you reached for my heart
in that same instant, 
we both fell apart 

fell apart into one another 
in hopes the other would be there to 
pick up the pieces 

i'm still broken 


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RUTHLESS

Within the simple heartbeat prowls a spell
Which hunts a tender cage in which to dwell
To resonate its richness: share its thrall
And claw dank loneliness from chosen voids.

It is a predator, and rest assured
Creature for which we pine is just as fell
As any carnivore of which they tell: 
For mercy not in repertoire at all.

It strikes in seedy club and idyll dell
And tears internal organs, hope smoke-cured,
From bloody carcases as once it buoyed
Such viscera on optimistic swell.

It’s not that beast will drag all hearts to hell;
It merely rings for “self” that last death knell.


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love love love, what is love, love love love, what the hell does it mean,

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

What the hell does it mean!

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

What the hell does it mean!

Two loves together make one lover life,
and one and one kiss, take two kisses,
it makes one love and one love into one love,
It is confusing,
and it tears your heart with envy,
it makes you laugh,
and it makes you cry,
it makes two feelings into one,
the good, and the bad come in one.

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

a kiss and a playful hug,
love kisses love and love blushes and kisses back,
the bite of the lip,
love melts in love's heart.

love and love- together,
and kiss and kiss and kiss,
 love love,
   love love,
    love love,

Cupid's arrow is love,
and the bosom of her heart is love,
and arrow strikes, taking a piece of your heart,
and love takes place,
hypnotism,
rubbish love, love, love,
a kiss,
a pinch,
a hug,
a slap,
and thump,
a beat,
a sound,
a caring,
a feeling,
a power,
a kiss to a kiss- more and more to do with a kiss,

love love,
love love.
they kiss and they love,
ah there is that word again- love!

What is love,
what the hell does it mean?

love love,
love love,

all around, all around a kiss, a kiss, a kiss,
all around, all around a loving kiss to a loving heart,
and a hug and a kiss, a kiss, a kiss all around-all around.

What does it mean,
what the hell does it mean?!

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

all around, all around...

.3.4.2014.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Bearded

I wear a beard of aging, upon a cliff-face chin
A year has passed and grown its hairs out from my mottled skin
Mistakes sit there unchallenged, to each fibre clings a sin
Yet despite my facial mask of age the clubs won’t let me in


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Love

Love is not an obligation. 
Love is adaptation.

The fuel of prevalence,
The foundation of courage.

The basis on which life,
finds true meaning.

Love is not comfortable,
It is the fine line between,
agony and serenity.

Love is suffering cruelty,
without the fading of compassion.

Love is longing through the night,
Love is the single tear that finds its way 
out of the eye of a hardened soul.

The breaking of a mischievous spirit,
That finds itself humbled,
at the face of reality.

Rain falling on barren land,
The feeling of naked feet amid,
the tide and snow white sand.

Unconditional,
Unyielding…

Eternal. 
-James Kelley 2010©


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Intoxicating

Lovers whisper-laughing,
stumbling home in the rain. 
O, to be so drunk again. 

r ~ 5/3/14


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rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)


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The unsung song

I have a song in my heart, 
that has yet to be given notes.
Notes that should kiss piano keys,
and give wings to grace.
Commit wind to pass over
tender chords, and reveal
her beauty to the world.
She inspires tones that 
whisper in my mind.
She alone can sing them.
Only her voice will do.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved.


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The End of the Line

I boarded the last train out of reality,
seeking the great West of Nowhere
you promised we'd call our own.
I asked the attendant,
"Are we there yet?"
"Where?"
"Nowhere."
But she just gave me a sad laugh
and asked me to sit back down.
I guess she just doesn't understand.

At each stop I close my eyes and hold my breath,
not daring to take a single peek until I feel 
the train moving beneath me, 
hoping you'll be there when I open my eyes.

You never are, but that's okay.
You promised you'd meet me somewhere along the way,
and you wouldn't break a promise.
Would you?

You still remember me, don't you?
Of course you do.

Eventually, the train stops and the lights dim.
I am told it is the end of the line,
but it must be a mistake.
You aren't here
and this isn't our West of Nowhere.

I guess I'll try again tomorrow,
I'll find it, I swear!

Just don't give up on me.


Details | Prose | |

Elements of Essence, Collab by James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt

I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only with your essence. I feel the brush of your skin and callouses of your hands on my body. Such soft reveries. Its inevitable conclusion is bleeding into the clay and tall grasses beneath our ghostly steps.
 
I am Earth and you are Sky, and the wind carries the daily exchange of our nature on soft songs. I no longer chase the zephyrs that swirl upon the low grounds. They carry leaves and debris that settles back onto the clay beneath us. We both see one another clearly, but somehow do not have clear vision when it comes to our own storms.
 
I am rain falling sideways, pushed by your reaching gusts. Locusts swarm in the eyes of my pondering caress; we are a plague of fathoms at the foot of a swallowed sea. You are the calmness of Earth’s depths, my rage punishing your shores. You are the beauty of my destruction, the ebb and flow of my tormented purity. I only wish that I could feel your weight upon me again, holding me at rest.
 
But the scales of time’s sandy tick have tilted, leaving me crazed and undiluted. I watch your limbs sway, your leaves break free and wander, searching for the source of my prayers, and I blink. The night swells in my breast and I feel your fault lines shake in the bones of what is left.
 
This feral land is the bedchamber of our lovemaking. The faces in the trees are watching us. We give them life as they dream us into being. The soft waters of the bayous are a song hanging in thick bayou air. We are like water. I close my eyes and you are within me.
 
Our bodies are trapped in the temporal. Our minds caught in patterns we do battle with perceived realities. Yet your spirit is etched beneath my eyelids. You are never far. We are writing poetry across oceans of time. Lovers in every form. Weaving stories of creation and destruction upon each individuation. Flesh as a vessel, is only bound by time. My heart is heavy with shadows. Yet together, we are Fire and Light.   
 
We are the eternal design of nature’s fury: the break and the fall, the flow and the pull, the thrust and the splash of kindling spirit. We are all, and we are one, and I feel your feet within mine as we walk down, further upon the grassy road of our story. Your hand is soft, mine broken and bleeding. But you will heal me, you always do. For you are the wind that molds me, the crash breaks me, the flame that purifies our bond, and the water sending ripples on the shore of every world in which we choose to play our songs.
 
 
(c) James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt 2014


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Ouroboros

A pit filled with snakes
And a loaded gun
I jump in to escape
My burning tongue
These lips leaking fire
My eyes so cold
I dread to imagine
The hate I’d mould
But still you persist
And I refuse to speak
There’s pain running down
My tear-soaked cheeks

And I’m so alone
Around you

The bullets aren’t hitting
A single snake
Injecting their poison
In to my veins
But still I evade
A single glance
In to your eyes
I refuse your hands
As I spit and strike
With all my rage
Into myself
With these vicious snakes

Because I am alone
Without you


Details | Free verse | |

While I eat this apple

Hey you, dressed in blue,
hiding your face in rags,
while carrying those heavy bags;
Come hear and show me love,
while I eat this apple
of your soul.

Smile beautiful,
hold that head up toward the sun,
while I chew into the core
of that sweet apple of your soul.

Give me a kiss,
thank you.

Now watch this magic trick,
I'll make all that sadness
disappear,
with one simple kiss,
the stroke of a black-inked pen
to frail white paper.
don't close your eyes; I don't want
you to miss it!

Don't be scarred,
Love is on your side Blue-girl.

Don't cry,
come into my arms;
a kiss on your cheek,
a loving kiss from heart
to heart.
Feel me eat that rotten
core from deep in your soul,
and feel loved again.
No thanks required,
just a poet at his best,
doing his job.

.3.18.2014.


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IT

IT
 
IT started with ‘once upon a time’
IT happened without any warning
Oh… Your tough-loving tangerine 
seeped right into my dry defenseless lips
the sweet surf of your song
……………………………………………………across my petals
 
Sips of your surging saltiness
your smooth passing… tempting
your dreamy entrance… enticing
you bite me with your cold surprise
……………………………………………………in my Oasis

Your purple dream… my cavity
Your forbidden skies … my universe
Your careless smile … my sanctity
Your forest blood … my curse

………………suave
………………………swizzling
…………………..evolving
…………….volcanic
…………………….poisonous
 
……………..and 
…………………..I didn’t
……………………………want IT 
……………………..to ever 
………………..end………

By Z


Details | Free verse | |

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes. 
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive. 
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright. 
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.. 
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins. 
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.. 
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive. 
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.. 
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes. 
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew. 
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.. 
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go. 
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.. 
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.










Details | Free verse | |

Timid Songbird

You caught the bird
That got away from me
So keep it safe
And hold it gently
Since its bones
Are easily broken
And though it might
Flap its wings in fear 
at first,
Stroke its feathers
And wait
And you just might
Hear it sing


Details | Free verse | |

Slow Death

It rolled off my tongue like a tumbleweed, 
and you stood there dazed. 
A disease waiting for the injection.
 I laughed. 
Not because I hated you, 
but because there was nothing 
left to do but watch the reality of
 the world sink into your bones. 
You finally understood why the 
stones you throw fall into the lake. 
Not because of gravity,
 but because they're old souls 
too tired of keeping their heads above water.
 Just like us. 
We were drowning each other. 
Maybe love is too dense, 
maybe mankind too shallow?  
Or maybe we're just a bunch of filthy 
 animals that should have never came up 
with such a fairy tale like love in the first place.
 But we did, 
and here we are in the midst of a chapter
 barely breathing between sighs 
that lie to us both. 
Bodies that yearn for one another 
knowing that we admittedly barely adjust
 each day to the other's mental inclinations.
 Heavy with lust our souls twist,
 bend, and almost break under the 
feeling that made them come alive. 
It has become an infection! 
"I don't know how I'm going to survive you."
 
 -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Back

The mind's a churning landfill, 
And heart's living roadkill.
I know you'll discard much more than you keep.
But you know that I Dream, much more than I sleep.


Details | Narrative | |

Sins and Virtues Chapter Three

As Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her New transporter.
"Wow Faith this is beautiful".  "Thank you Love.  This is the new Neo 7000.
It was the last one left".  Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers
her call from Loyalty.  "Hello Loyalty what do you want?"  "Why you have to
ask like that Faith?"  "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on
time.  Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do".  "C'mon Faith we don't have 
time to play with Loyalty".  Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization
Opened Arms.  "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?"  
"The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war.  There was a big scar dividing
the country".  "Your organization Opened Arms has a lot of strong positive influence.  How
long have Opened Arms been active in the humanitarian field?"  "Five years".  When the two
landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | Narrative | |

Sins and Virtues Chapter One

Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil.  The bride stands before her groom and a vile host of
wedding guests.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it.
Baffled and amazed that Lust the biggest slut ever was about to wed Greed.  Everyone watched 
with anticipation as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.  The words that flowed from 
the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords.  "Disgustingly wicked we have come
together in the presences of demonic forces to behold the joining of this devil and slut in unholy 
matrimony.  This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will 
you have Greed to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you obey him,
lay with him, and fulfill his sexual desires as long as you both shall live?"  With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I will".  "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you both shall live?"  With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkles like gold Greed answers "I will".  "By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and 
Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front of Soth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Envy and I do believe green is more my color".  Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guest your next to wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get the party started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away.  The sun came rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be.  You already know the answer to the question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun.  The two share a kiss of their own.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet


Details | Free verse | |

Seeds

Your words are the sweetest kiss,

wind pouring against flowers, 

sending their seeds down

unto our valley;

Breeding beauty with grace.

Our tears,

balmy and serene;

filtered by your 

strength,

water the script,

channel their purpose.

No matter what happens,

our embrace is eternal,

     our union will bloom.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Deleting Angels

I dreamed of a fiery eyed angel,

whose only job was to sing between thunderclaps

and whisper sweet nothings into the heart

of epiphany’s persuasion.

But, she was bored.

Her muse crippled by the slow 

thrumming of an adjacent and 

mewling savant. His harp sang

beautifully, but also…redundantly

and as the storm raised its pulse,

 it clattered against my eyelids. 

Their harmony baffled my slumber,

and I rose, half awake

              …still entranced by the static of 

                                     their disheveled ceremony.

I wished that I could hear her 

speak more clearly, that the 

song wasn’t so jarring, 

to my rotting sensibility;

that I could sleep to the 

sound of something less

erratic than your three 

month old voice-mails;

repeating broken goodbyes

over and over, gestating 

in the bowels of my denial.

I reached for the phone,

and watched lightning strike,

finally realizing I was awake;

I deleted your voice from the

the memory card in my chest

and laid beneath an empty sky. 

There are no angels up there,

not really.

At least not when I’m awake. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 


Details | Romanticism | |

Languish Not, My Love

(The Song of Solomon 7: 10-13)



Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For I Bring The Nourishment of The Nectar You Forgot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Languish Not My Love
& You Will Taste The Sweet Fluid-Juice & Pulpy-Fruit Thereof

For The Pleasure of A Garden
Passion-Rose For You Still Grows
And I Will Keep You Replete
Within Its Tantalizing-Throes

With Touches, So Translucent & Tender
Oh My Love  – I Will Fill You
With Every Delicacy On Desire’s Trays 
I Will Bear This Gift & Thrill You

For Here Is The Banquet of Red Wine Kisses
 & Lips Breathing Sweetly Close
Oh Feast Your Eyes On & Eat The Offered
Trust & Flesh & Heart of Me Exposed

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
& With My Tongue, I’ll Help You Drink Each Delicious Drop

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Oh Languish Not, My Love
& Feast On My Attention But Starved For Affection We’ll Shove

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For I Will Soothe & Strengthen Any Waiting & Weak Spot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Languish Not My Love
For I Fill & Feel Your Form – As Do Hand To Glove

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For Here Is The Heated Honey of Our Fondue &Flame Pot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Oh Languish Not, My Love
… Now Come Feed & Take Your Fill – ‘Til You Have Tasted Enough


           Written & ©:  7/2/2013

              By:  The MoonBee


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Love's Call to Surrender

Love’s call to surrender within;
Heed Love’s voice to win
     healing in the end
     will not offend.
My blind eyes caution,
Sensing danger often;
Alerting vigilance to what lurks behind in darkness.
But Love’s call offers hardened hearts to soften 
     and set the captives free
     from what my blind eyes see.

My heart cries out
     with fear and doubt,
“Will Love save from poison darts
     aimed at this heart?”
“Will Love save? 
Remove barriers within
     to let Love in?”
The journey begins,
With faith as mustard seed,
When Love’s call I heed.


Details | Free verse | |

God's Life lesson (Holy War)

God's life lesson
found in his reflection
that he created in his image
was to learn never to discard or disregard the importance
or love he had for any of his creation
but to improve on them in every way
the meaning of life
love
fate
time
destiny
mankind
and life itself

He did this to surprise himself
and enjoy humbling himself for his creations
a planet and a heaven that does so for him

Living an everlasting life
where that he was the first to live
and the last to die
This lesson had to be learned prior to allowing his creations
to be by his side in eternal life

The meaning of life
and the angel of death
helped him learn what he needed to discover
to become flawless at this

The meaning of life
surrendered to a task of living a lie
becoming a false prophet whom would eventually sort this out
ask god for forgiveness
for being carried away in his selfrighteous lies and denial
of being loved by his creator
being a non believer of his maker
who had created something god placed above himself
god chose to forget himself
so this life lesson would be easier for him to realise

Thus god was inevitably going to be succesful
in this demonstation of forgiveness upon his creations and himself
to understand his new awareness
of a plan that he had for himself
to achieve a higher experience of eternal love

The meaning of life living a lie
to keep the everyone in blissful ignorance
of god's temporary weakness
and that was when the angel of death took part in helping god learn
by making the meaning of life's lie an unpleasant experience for everyone

The meaning of life then humbled himself
to the realisation
by being recognised as a team player a part of god's divine plan
by this truth recognised he would be healed
and the fact of who he did it for
god would know it was his brother's turn
to be released from the chains
of taking upon the metaphor or personification of murder
whom life itself was metaphorically married to

god's life lesson to learn from himself
his love and his creations to achieve the biggest miracle of love
one that would be never ending just continually improved on
as suggested by father time


Details | Free verse | |

The Wrench

The words were stale and restless in his mouth,

so he spat them out onto the floor,like the gristle of

an overdone steak; and her brow furrowed over 

every writhing anecdote, as his falsehoods lay

withering at clumsy feet. So,

she could see through him; 

He was more than ready to let it all burn out,

 he was tired of the rot. Tired of running his tongue

over teeth begging to spark under weighty words. 

And she…

She was done carrying a corpse with the 

arms of a shadow;

Memory can only drive a vessel so far. 

So, as the sun rose and dried out the 

flesh between them; the finality of 

goodbye drove them apart,

like a sunrise, that can never be set.

Not again. 

It’s all just earth now. Decomposed; however tampered:

It’s hot asphalt burning the toes of lover’s dreams.

Molten Steel falling unto the breast of a newborn city.

Pollution choking the quake of sentient evolution. 

Love dampened by the leak of morality, fidelity….

It’s so easy to throw a wrench into the machine,

and too damn tempting to watch it burn…

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Merciless

Sometimes I forget that I’m holding my breath,

                  the reason why;

until I begin to suffocate.

My chest begins to burn, 

my vision un-tethered to

the spectrum slung toward it. 

All I can see is a silhouette.

It looks like you walking through the door;

holding everything you took with you that

night when you said you had to go,

but would never forget the beat of my heart.

You’re holding it in your hands.

It’s writhing, and fighting to get loose;

but your nails dig in until blood spatters

its way out of my mouth.

"I’m back." you say.

And I gasp, taking in the violent rush

of air, that I had forgotten was there.

…now, unbridled and erratic,

unable to cope with your form. 

I never thought I’d see you again. 

But there you are.

Standing in the doorway. 

Ready to finish it.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Quatrain | |

Girlfriend

So i guess i have a girlfriend now
And this is going to be our kiss
As the sweat drips from my brow
I go for it hoping i dont miss

And when our lips finally do touch
I realize this is the feeling i need
I realize shes who i want so much
It's my mind she has already freed

And even if she leaves and says im bad
At least i got the chance to be with her
The opportunity to impress is what i had
And i dont want to go back as a bachelor

Its like ive been lost at sea for many years
And youre the metaphor for eureka! land
My love of you is to what this adheres
Before you i had the esteem of an offhand

And now im running out of things to say
I hope you like what i have already said
I love you i believe thats the only way
I think without you i would fall down dead


Details | Free verse | |

Ecliptic Silence

Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence, 
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me 
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness 
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty 
As these flightless insects crawl back inside 
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I 
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine


Details | Prose Poetry | |

She has no idea

She wrote it on his skin, 
and he hoped that
it would sink in.
It was just a phone number,
but he thought of it as coordinates,
that once he left the bar,
the darkness,
he would find something,
something worth leaving for.
He remembered the way she 
smiled as she wrote,
the way her nails carved into
his hate of that place;
That the fact that she was there,
made up for the dirty glasses
and watered down drinks,
the stale smoke,
and the crooked toothed lounge singer.
He got to his car,
and warmed up 
the heart of a new journey.
Lit a cigarette with the lighter
she left, before kissing the 
neck of his shadow,
whispering to the wounds
he was so used to drowning in.
As he exhaled the first puff,
he watched his tachometer 
steadily rise, red, angry 
revolutions, memories, 
nightmares...regret
swelled against the 
windshield, blurry. 
"She has no idea
                            what she is in for.." 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Real Poem

We dance
we prance
we're stricken with cancer
we wish we were a silver knight lancer.
We eat pies
we wear ties;
the girls are shy
there is a big blue sky.
We dig up the soil
to get to the oil,
but they don't see me
having tea,
watching the sea.

Watch love fly
like it were a dove
flap it's wings to solitude
no need for any attitude.
Dance with the Arab girl
give her a step and than a twirl,
as our lips fuse together
we some what don't care about the weather.


Details | Free verse | |

Short Wicks and Crochet Needles Don't Ignite a Flame

We are a crooked spinal cord,
unfixable scoliosis ,
intertwining our vertebrae,
broken back bone,
solid case of we just don’t keep each other upright anymore.

We are an accordion,
swiftly dividing and reconnecting.
The sounds of harmonicas, claps,
and the flicks of lighters
whistle at our performance of dysfunction-
Always parting as soon as we meet,
never meeting long enough to just be,
sort out things or carry on
because in a split second we are always gone.
Come back to me,
stay for a while and sing,
listen to the harp players finger pads strum amazingly.

You are a meteorite,
falling into my orbit,
puncturing the lung of my atmosphere.
You are a candles wick that is too short,
extinguishing my flame with your loss of words.
Silence and darkness,
harsh and bitter,
not willing to take the chance and just let be burn bright,
fill up the room with my light.
You let me die.

I am a crochet needle,
bending the yarn of you,
weaving together your threads 
to make you something that you’re not.
Maybe you were meant to change,
and I was meant to stay the same,
but our coping skills don’t cooperate,
and we put too much water in the flask,
diluting the chemicals.
There was no reaction.

We are a dance without a song,
offbeat drumming,
fingerless strumming,
out of place humming,
creatures that are becoming nothing.


We are a broken mood ring,
scratched record,
dull pencil,
chipped car paint,
two humans that just aren’t programmed to be together.

Maybe if crochet needles could light the wick of a candle,
or maybe if we didn’t step on each other’s toes when we danced,
or maybe if we calculated our chemistry correctly,
we could start a reaction.
And maybe I’m just making up excuses,
trying to find reasoning behind the puzzles pieces not fitting,
trying to discover something that will never be there.

But I have come to find that short wicks and crochet needles don’t ignite a flame.


Details | Lyric | |

Vampire

To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises 

So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay 
And arteries filled with a bitter taste 
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire

Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth

So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


Details | Free verse | |

They Ask Me

They ask me if I’m “fine”
And I say I don’t know what that means
They ask me if I “forgive them”
And I say I don’t know what that means 
They ask me if I know what “love” is 
And I say I don’t know what that means 
I honestly don’t think they do either. 
They seem more clueless than I do. 
At least I can walk these streets knowing who I am 
And that no one can take that away from me
But they don’t know that 
So they lose their identities 
I am fine, I don’t forgive them, and I do know what love is
But their questions are so broad I can’t answer them 
Love is something they’ll never truly know 
A blessing from God that they won’t be blessed with 
They don’t deserve to be anyway 
But then they ask me what love is 
But darling I haven’t got a clue
And neither have you. 


Details | Free verse | |

Even Still

Although the night is black, the sky is still blue.
A blanket of fog covers the late evening sky; above it, night light from the moon and stars still shines.
When a new day begins dressed in dark clouds; even still, the sun rises along with it to give forth its light.
As I ponder all of the above.... I wonder
Is there love as enduring and true as this?




Details | Free verse | |

Love In The Grains

Wonderful imperfections at every glance
Edges worn, as solid as ever
Age gives proof of the foundation
No splash of paint could increase the value
Pretending it is new only cheapens
Not sensible to others
The value truly only to the owners
It is a priceless work of art
No hired hand could finish the work
The natural look of it brings awe


Details | Free verse | |

The Metaphysical Monument

(Deu. 32: 4 / Rom. 11: 33 / 1 Cor. 2: 10 / Ps. 104: 24 /1 Kings 8: 27)


Nature  -- Is Just  The Noble Hands of GOD
Setting Our Reality's Ruler & Cosmic Rod

Existence  -- Is Just His Massive-Energy
Radiating, Invigorating & Acting Wondrously

Creation -- Is GOD's Canvass-Splendor
It's His Image In The Greatest Artistry Mirror

The Universe  -- Is GOD's Deep Ocean Space
Where His Marvelous Mysteries - We're Allowed To Chase
& The Universe Is GOD's Cosmos-Credential Briefcase
& His Valise-Vessel Carrying Each Planetary-Vase

Heaven  -- His Domain: A Holy, Golden City of Purest Glass
Where Angels and Kings and His Son's Light Basks

Eternity -- Is GOD's Dynamic Door
and Those Who Are Nice - He'll Let Enter & Explore

The Wind  -- Is GOD's  Fearless Feet - It Soars When He Steps
& Time  -- Is Something Only GOD Knows Where It Goes & Where Kept

& Time  -- Is GOD's Constant Record -That Has Never Lept
Yes, Time, Is GOD's Eyelids - Which Have Never Slept

Life  -- Is GOD's Property, His Possession - That He Leases Out
& If Humans Look In Their Hope Chest - There Would Be No Doubt

Love  -- GOD Is Love - So Love Is Loyalty & Mercy-Fair
Love Is Grace & Kindness & Honor & Goodness Is Always There
Love Is The Highest Emotion & Purest Passion That Shows GOD Cares
&  Joy  -- Is The Journey of Each Living Moment That GOD Shares

Peace  -- Is The Products of GOD's Purpose &Ways & Promises
Hope & Faith  -- Is Always and Ever GOD's Dewdrop Audiences

Wisdom  -- Is GOD's Keen-Mind: Genius-Designer & Intellect-Architect
Beauty  --  Is GOD's Look & Lightning Sight & Views All-Seeing Perfect

Truth  --  Is GOD's Voice, His Words, Written Passages & His Whispers 
&  Rain Showers, Cyclones, Thunder, Ocean Waves & Mountain-Echo-Fixtures
GOD's Sounds, Abounds & Are Poetic Sayings To His Listeners
&  We Hear GOD's Truth In Many Audible, Sonic Mixtures

Trust  -- Is A Line To GOD That Stretches To Infinity
That Trust  -- Is A Cord That Stretches With Complete Integrity

Judgement  -- Is GOD's Balance, Like Night & Day - Light & Dark
GOD Keeps Law & Order & Obedience - Like He Keeps Eden's Park

Power  --  Is The Traces of Glory - GOD Leaves In His Path
Forces -- So Explosive Awesome! - &We Haven't Seen Close To Half

Holy Spirit -- Is GOD's Touch & Breath & Moves All of These
& This Is My Metaphysical Monument To GOD's Image & Breeze


O' Who Could Not Love A GOD So Good
& If You Really Think About It - You Know You Should


Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Free verse | |

2014

She had a firework clenched between her teeth,

with a flame shaking in her hands.

I never saw anything as miraculous;

That look in her eyes,

as sparks crowded the space 

between us. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Madness is in your name


You have abandoned me with
traces of fire,
every day my skin plays your music,
you are more than a
sound of lyrics,
In my ribs I carry you, like pearls
stuck on shells,
Iet me cover your deserted
soul with my vacant arms,
I shall not be sad like the lakes
and trees far away,
If I stop imagining you my heart
closes like a nocturnal flower,
Who hears your hymns
without you singing?
Madness is in your name,
The clouds over me are a net
of frozen words that never melt,
they constantly read me,
They are like the book of hymns,
with just serene music,
you are gone and you still run away.
Llamando mi nombre
someday you will repent,
and maybe every seed of desires
by then will be drifted,
Like smoke vanishing through air,
you will never know the rest,
as I sail the vast seas and you
stay on solid ground,
I will count the fishes in the ocean
giving them names
with your face on it.


Copyright©ElenaToledo2011


Details | Free verse | |

Ice Water

It was like she was tearing her away from my life;
An almost surgical destruction of a once beautiful embrace.
 
 
The picture looked like a piece of abstract art.
I'm sure if her dancing bones would have allowed,
her thumb would have rolled over and struck the 
flint...letting the butane destroy the pain in front of her.
 
               ...My pain
 
Instead the other half of my story
lay quietly at the foot of my mother's recliner
 
                          ...Still smiling,
 
her eyes indifferent to the shattering world around her.
 
I wondered where she was,
if this torn piece of history burning through 
my palms would be the last time I would hold her.
 
I couldn't help but plead with God for a moment,
not able to stand the bitter taste of fate's insult to 
my pride
                 ...my romanticism's hope.
 
My mother calls me to the next room,
begging ice water for a parched tongue.
 
As I walk to the foot of her bed,
she smiles.
 
                         "What a handsome man.
                                Any woman would be lucky to have you."
 
I can find strength for nothing but a nod,
and I bow my head to kiss the top of hers.
 
                          "You'll find the one son,
                                            no one deserves it more than you."
 
I take her glass and hold it to my chest,
perhaps subconsciously hoping it will cool
my overworked heart.  
 
I thank her for being the woman that she is,
and tell her she's the only one I need anyway.
 
I can feel her eyes follow me out of the room,
all the back into my seclusion.
 
I fill her cup and take a breath.
 
"...Tomorrow"
 
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | Pantoum | |

Distant Pipes Lament - Part-1

Into a vortex chemically unbalanced,
Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch.
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced,
All darkness Inverted oh so much.

Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch,
Outside reality searching space.
All darkness Inverted oh so much,
I hear the call of ancient race.

Outside reality searching space,
Searching out for ancient rune.
I hear the call of ancient race,
Before a cold lonely winter moon.

Searching out for ancient rune,
Weeping starlight crystal light.
Before a cold lonely winter moon,
Cold desolation In the night.

Weeping starlight crystal light,
Always watching In silver shadows.
Cold desolation In the night,
As cold as old ancient barrows.

Always watching In silver shadows,
Rising spirit of the old mountain dew.
As cold as old ancient barrows, 
An ancient calling beckoning you.

Rising spirit of the old mountain dew,
Playing haunting tunes.
An ancient calling beckoning you,
Casting musical runes.

Playing haunting tunes,
Drunken on the old Celtic pipes.
Casting musical runes,
By ancient Arrachs' stripes.

Drunken on the old Celtic pipes,
Enchanting magic sings.
By ancient Arrachs' stripes,
The ancient Celts she brings.

Enchanting magic sings,
Happiness a virtue of Joy In heart.
The ancient Celts she brings,
The glory of ancient days ne'er part.

Happiness virtue of joy In heart,
Breathing In sighs deeply linger.
The glory of ancient days ne'er part,
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger.

Breathing In sighs deeply linger,
Staring off Into a horizon distant.
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger,
My timeless sorrow runs consistant.

Staring off Into a horizon distant,
Beautiful salted fresh air echoes.
My timeless sorrow runs consistant,
Now my grieving thought upon you flows.

Beautiful salted fresh air echoes,
Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories.
Now my grieving thought upon you flows,
As I receive waves' memory deliveries.

Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories,
Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon.
As I receive waves' memory deliveries,
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune.

Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon,
Your bright light touches one vision.
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune,
My heart weeps In Its derision.

Your bright light touches one vision,
Standing out most beautiful lady.
My heart weeps In Its derision,
As warm before me you stand In glory.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.


Details | Free verse | |

Love is Confusing

Oh love is confusing,
it has many definitions,
many tales of both fiction and non-fiction,
She loves him,
he loves her,
BUT WAIT! 
They both love someone else?
No true love anymore,
now it is like a compass
with a dial that spines out of control,
Go West-
Go North-
East-
and South-
...Yes- south toward the devils,
never north to paradise-
Love is confusing,
(a confession believed a lie-
See her now cry!)
He slaps her,
she sleeps with another guy;
an endless game,
an endless war,
back and forth (tug of war)
so true, yet so fake,
yet so brilliantly acted out
(watch the tear- oh how convincing-
watch the slap- oh that must have hurt-)
tonight I go to bed,
resting my head upon my pillow,
and look up and see the faces of my past women
and I think of where they are at right then.
All I know is they're not with me,
and that is just confusing.

.12.19.2013.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wildcat

Sweet dreams...
But don't try masking the seasons
in gold. 
You never needed to,
but thought so

because what we call love cuts us
like a crashing chandelier,
stinging all the more for how pretty 
it used to be... 
And to know

what it feels like 
watching years accumulate that itchy mold
is harder still. Because we never knew
what we were looking for,
even after we pick ourselves up 
from our dusty rooms
to walk the same lines.
At least we're braver than we know,

but doomed to fail 
if we play by rules we're urged to swallow-
A cosmic joke.

Now let me tell you how to win..
Choose the lion on the carousel, 
steal him away while you run out laughing.
Kiss your lovers,
hold your friends to their words.

Don't fear your reflection
when you've let those hands 
leave their mark,
and don't know why you're aching.
We're all a part of the circus,
start a new act.
Don't give in to the darkness
all for show-

Light a candle and roar.



Details | Free verse | |

BELOVED

My biggest metaphor being monsoon, reminds me of you.
It was a rainy day when nature was abuzz with freshness and vigour,
And you spoke your heart out like never before.
Ah! What a sensation it was!
You had instantly drenched my soul with love.

It is you for whom I share, dare and also care,
And it’s true that I don’t caress you by your hair.

But what is this unrest in you?
Is this a whisper of yours that keeps me guessing all day long?
Oh! Beloved, "this is the moment of Ecstasy",
Don’t let it go, 
Just go with the flow.
And who says love is short-lived?
I’ll be there to make your ride worthwhile.
Since it's worth the journey.
As they say it's the road and not the end.

So let's wake up to a new dream.
Where you and I would follow the same stream.
The stream of ecstatic Love, where we can lead our lives with sanity,
Surrounded by abundance of passion, happiness and serenity.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Untitled 3

Murderer of my dreams,
how you suffocate them
like newborn babies,
claiming they were born wrong:
an inbuilt cancer,
an innate illness.

I can't help but sit beside
their little graves
and peek into
their open coffins,
entranced by their empty insides;
Marry me or bury me with them.


Details | Free verse | |

Indifferent

He took my heart and looked at it
he cocked his head and furrowed his brow at it
he blinked his eyes and breathed his breath on it
he smelt it and pulled a face at it
he turned it over and examined it
he stroked it softly and handled it
he dropped my heart and stepped away from it
he looked down at it and contemplated it
his love was empty, I could see it
his hands were dirty, he wiped them on his shirt
he left my heart there on the floor where he’d let it slip
his hands were clean now, he’d made sure of it
And as long as he didn’t get too close again
he wouldn’t have to face it, he could forget about it
so he walked away from my heart, he turned his back on it
because sometimes it’s easier to drop a fragile thing
than it is to take take care of it


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Wing Ruse

With broken wing

She tried to fly

A broken wing

The ruse she tried

On broken wing

The sigh, it died

For broken wing

Her lover cried


12Mar14


Details | Free verse | |

Flying out

I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tears of the Clown


The Tears of the Clown


A veil of smiles,
worn effortlessly.

Tuning out the blurring din,
alone in the cackling throng,

never hoping to belong,
though pining to fit-in.


Peeling off the thin facade,
feeling the pained charade,
melting into the dim parade.


Trickling effortlessly down,
over the strained contours,

of a spurious laugh,

the tears of the clown,

rehearsed, rehashed,

form an unending cold stream,
dissolving the lingering traces,

of this simple boy's dream



Details | I do not know? | |

Companion Moon

You are the moon 
Orbiting my world
Controlling the tides 
Of my emotional oceans
And directing the winds 
That carry my dreams
Creating uncontrollable storms of passion
That pummel my mountainous desires,
But shine your calming reflection
Across the stillness 
Of my solemn lakes


Details | Prose | |

Lead and Roses

I watched each letter weep and fall away as smoke consumed your incantations. I bet you thought you'd hook me again, that just like the paper in my hands, I would burn and let your lies seethe into my skin. You were always a master of deception, with eyes that grabbed hold of nerve endings, cutting deep within and shackling my spine with glorified intent. A chain of lead, wrapped in roses. I thought it was what I needed. The pain I felt then; something we shared. I never thought that you meant to leave me, a skeleton hanging from a crimson thread; surging your disguise into rotting vines. But though you tried to hide it, I saw the change. I felt your hands tremble over mine, as you told me it would be "okay". The blink in your once frozen stare, and the way your teeth sank into the clouds; escaping lustful lungs. I watched you kindle the fire we built together, as I grew colder before the dawn. Your smile; that shining flash of sheethed sincerity, slowly became scars in the break of mourning as the sun began its exorcism. Its light shined on sinew, urging it to pull itself free of a now vitreous capture. I knew then, that those eyes sought the marrow of me, I had to be free. And so, charged with its last rugged pulse, I sunk brittle bone into the heart of my love and let the rest wither under the purge of day. Leaving nothing left for you to feed upon. It took me years to heal, mending bone to flesh and heart to mind. Yet the day you sent this letter, I watched my pain turn to ashes, let the wind sweep you toward the echo of false promises and smiled at scars that helped me find the sun. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Oblivious Words

I feel wild desire
within a fingertip's touch;
Swaying gently out of grasp
like majesty in the distance consuming your desperate mind.
I see the hope
lurking amongst my own shadows;
Watching as a bright light
journeys through the unforgettable cloth
to shine on your precious skin.
I hear the twisted melodies;
Truth covered in veil
as lies conquer in the same likeness.
And so my tired ears throw trust
down the throats of those whom speak.
I smell the ink that rises from these pages,
in my wounded effort to heal.
But I taste the knots of forgotten love
dancing at the tip of my tongue,
so I picked up a pen
and wrote the words I could not say.


Details | I do not know? | |

with thanks to Don Henley

with thanks to Don Henley...

...an echo of her laugh

whispers past

a simple joy, a gentle breeze

of quiet reflection that can never last

the fleeting innocence once drifting along

then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song

the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt

of days and of nights of serene peace

gone forever now, 

for into the night's void everything must eventually melt

though the memories and the thoughts 

and the echoes of her whispers

settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease

but that's all long gone now

even though the echoes of her whispers

seem never to cease...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Oh my spring girl

Oh my spring girl, who walks in boots
made for the intended winter;
you who picks the first rose, which
bloom with the first month of spring.

Oh my darling spring girl, come in my
deep dreams and come into my weak arms,
as I see you in the flesh come to me in my heart,
with your brow painted with lilacs and roses
in my dreamland where we can be-
safe and sound;
come now my spring girl,
leave your winter boots at my door,
and come with me,
come now my spring girl-

.2.10.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Whispering to the Earth

I watched her fall,
a piece of me collided
right along side.
And for a moment,
I wanted to subside just 
a little further
so i could whisper to the Earth.
Thank you for bringing us here.
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Dinosaur

Hide,
Scorched like gauze
Moving slowely and surefooted

A path no longer blazed yet
Bridges behind still burn

An opening,
A thousand eyes turn to stare
Fruitless in its search,
Faces no longer there

Disgruntled and aged
Grown shorter in its decline

The Dinosaur walks out of the 
forest,
Onto the edge of time.


Details | Free verse | |

She doesn't see

You are the urgency in my breath,
the ragged discourse that falls
from my trembling tongue.
Everything I need to say,
is wrapped around you.
The words hang from your skin;
ornaments of understanding that
I have yearned to pluck.
Yet,
it seems redundant to pull a flower
from your garden, and present it to you
like you didn’t know it is beautiful already.
I just hope you know that I appreciate you.
I see you as you are,
in all your tattered elegance;
Your supple tears, your steady glide.
You’re a ghost in a hall of mirrors,
with roses at your feet;
Wandering like a child.
Quietly hoping to find someone else
in the reflection.
"I am here…"
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Rhyme | |

touch the glass

My reflection,
Drenched in red,
Is an illusion,
In my head?

Could this be real
Or just a trick,
Blood makes the floors,
Really slick,

So if I trip,
And hit the glass,
The stain will smear,
As my fingers pass,

A bloody mess,
Is what this is,
But no one can hear me,
Ask what gives?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Two mandarin oranges were both very much in love,

Two mandarin oranges
were both very much in love,
and the rolled together down a hill,
to the ocean,
and the sun was swallowed by great waves,
and these little oranges( who came from a tree-)
Danced together on a sandy beach,
(somewhere-)
and they were in love,
till a little girl, named "Death"
came along and took one of the mandarin oranges,
and Death stole away with someone else's love
and piled her away and eat that orange up in one bite,
and the other orange lay there
Summer, fall, winter and spring came over and over,
till the one orange rotted away in a distant land (somewhere-)

.2.15.2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

JOY...OH, BOY

You lay in the surf waiting for me
Although Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr we could not be.
Trying at love with the incoming tide
Kelp and seaweed stuck to my side.

"Great gods", thought I, as I wrote the rhyme
Use "Adonis" and "Poseidon" from another time.
I'll let love be the center of the poem I write
And show all who read it, my emotional insight.

The pounding of the waters blue
Will be my metaphor of a love so true.
And I'll have to sex it up a bit
For passion plays a big part in it.

I will use "penetration" and words like "breech"
To add to that image of us on the beach.
With the romantic beginning I have said
And to the altar of love that I've been led.

Because I  finish with our pledge on the shore
The reader will always want to have more.
So, the green eyed girls will be my poetic night
And close the verse, so crisp and tight.


Note:  It took sum lookin' fer me to find,
          Which of yer verses to redo in kind.
          I be such a nut on rime y'see...
          This'n be the one fer me.

          Not only be the words of it I do,
          But "Glad Tidings" title caught me good eye, too!
          'Cause it be 'ard fer me to act on yer quirk,
          Me spleen to trash one o' yer better werks.

          As I be not 'fraid of a few typed words,
          Trashin' me stuff as if'n they be turds.
          So, 'ere y'ar matey, me own attempt whilst I be sprawl,
          To change them words that ye did scrawl.

          Me words 're somwhat boggin'
          'Cause me be thinkin' what was in 'er noggin'.
          And if'n ye take offense at me 'ritin' a bit,
          "RRRRRRRRRRR emember that ye asked fer it!


Details | I do not know? | |

Renegade Heart

I'm a soldier, can't you tell by my wounds?
I've been tortured, I've been beaten, and I've been bruised! 
I have scars, I have stitches, I feel pain all the time. 
I don't cry anymore cause tears have stopped falling from my eyes.
I've broken up homes and destroyed countless bonds 
But I too have been lied to and conned! 
I've fought many battles and won many fights 
I've learned many tactics like when to shoot and how to shoot right.
My brain is filled with memories, memories of my wars
I've tried to erase them but they've filled my body like the sores.
I've played in fire and got burnt time and time again 
Destruction seems to be my one and only friend 
Cause my enemies are countless and are everywhere I turn
But the one thing I desire hurts more then the wounds I've endured,
Battlefields cause damage I could have suffered more
But when its all said and done all is fair in love and war!


Details | Free verse | |

Past Love

A cold day as this reminds me of the good old days;
when we were together, holding hands and kissing nights away.
Now on a cold day like this one that chills my bones;
I wonder where you're at.
On the sat-covered streets where the bare-feet freeze as they carve pathways,
through an already paved road;
they smile and hold each other close as I sit and freeze alone,
while I wonder where you're at.

A bouquet of roses given to you by another hand... another heart.
It hurts me to wonder like this about you,
but my heart is still there.
My heart still crawls out of the bed of the past,
and it's listening to those old songs,
and it remembers those cold nights together;
close at hand we were.

Living in the past is not the way to go,
but when the heart knows no other happiness it shall stay in the past and smile.
That's all I have left,
leave me now,
go on with your day,
your life;
I can't blame you for moving on,
getting high,
fly to Cloud 9,
see the Red Dragon we call love;
I can't blame you.
Maybe one day my heart will get sick of the past and want to go to Cloud 9
where the Red Dragon sits,
lips pink and puffed up,
and that beautiful, but scary Red Dragon will kiss me,
and I will kiss her,
and I'll smile again.

... And love will follow.

1.29.2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Perpetual Darkness

Perpetual Darkness:
It runs like a river.
It screams in our thoughts.
It goes further down than the diver.
It causes our minds to rot.
Why, how could anything do so much?
It causes us to fall prey to a rueful bunch.
Could it be that it comes from the heart?
Not just a thought from the start?
It ebbs away at sanity's center.
Breaking into all thought, to freely exit and enter.
Not to spend time as a renter.
How quizzically simple is its destruction wrought?

Burning Light:
How is it so bright?
How does it shine through the night?
How does it catch all flight?
As we run from wrong to right.
How brightly is it that this shines?
That it runs away from all things ours?
Could it be that we're not fine?
It washes over and covers over.
Over all darkness perpetual or not.

Spinning wings.
Such fine things.
Iron bars splayed with rings.
Doors are flung shut.
Such things are freedoms cut. 
from such things people lust.
There a man's furrowed brow rusts.
From here families adjust.
To know what is bust. (english word means broke. >.<)
Could it be possible to trust in the heat of a fire?

When it gets too hot for a fire. 
When a situation becomes so dire.
That its mire becomes impossible to make an escapade.
When all of life is speeding down a hopelessly delayed tunnel.
When it strains to far, it becomes angrily frayed.
When it craved more than it could handle. 
When it roars to a scream, frayed from beaming a burning fire.
Sent out for hire; Blown out like a candle.


Details | Romanticism | |

Sing to me My Love

The sun has risen and we still in the chamber den,
listening to the bluebirds sing love songs
and the rushing of the stream outside our window.
Life has awaken and we still hibernating and still in love;
giving each other kisses and cuddling close together,
to where our hearts kept warm forever.
Sing to me my love and I shall close my eyes,
and hear passionate lyrics roll off the base of your tongue
and speak your lovely, red lips the words of passion and love.

Sing to me my love
a song to make the bluebirds shed a tear,
to make the prancing deer come up to our front step,
to make the wolves howl at the silvery-laced moon,
to make the mountains grow higher to touch heaven's gates,
to make the rushing water in the streams lead to the seas.
Sing to me my love, oh sing to me.

Love rushes and the birds fly together,
high up above in heaven's blue skies,
and the rushing waters provide charity to the thirsty deer.
Sing to make the flowers grow in our garden,
and sing to make my heart skip a beat,
and I shall hold you in my arms,
sitting by a rich flame, which warms us up,
and I shall sing in return.

Love, my dear, love is all we need together,
we are beauty in nature,
as we sing our songs together,
harmony is what turns the world round and round.
Sing to me my love
and we shall love more than any lover loved another.
Love me, my dear, love me,
and listen to the angels in heaven's grace and glory
sing a chorus of sweet music to our ears,
and we shall sleep together and forever,
and the sun shall rise again,
the birds shall sing,
and we shall sing along with them
in love forever, my dear.

.12.18.2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Motor Head Boi

Intact I am math, 
But in a blast I run fast

...Somewhere above the tree line-
I am seen as fine, 
But inside I am tried...

Weather doesn't help locate a song

So I hop on a motorcycle to get gone...

I soon crash it into a nearby tree, 
and lay on the ground for weeks…

The sooner I come home
The lesser I learn how to lead

And its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind-
****ing the enemy
...the way of the blind

Organic and prime, 

My weaknesses don't show
So I am fine...

And while feeling fine, 
In an interesting wine, 
I smell the pine, 
It aches within me, 
-Rakes at my earliest pillory

So I walk on pleased, 
Get paid, 
And then go spend all my pees

...With this withering game of time, 
I feel hexed to grow some of mine

But I soon stop, 
Eager to drop, 
1,2,3, and then four…

Four strips, One token, 
And two years unspoken

Where I turn and spin in the door

A splended welcome to adore! 

What shores have washed away from these pores! 

What course I have taken to learn how to adore!

But there is a land I lived in alive
but it just wasn't my find, 
I was there, 
but it wasn't my mind...

I wish I could scream! 
Feel mean! 
Go away unnoticed! 
Then re-arrive climbing in trees! 

Birds eat the bees
Lizards the breeze

But character never breeds 
Its gotta be seen-
understood, spoken and then dreamed
before you wake to it
-just like she made ya do it
-and you jerked yourself through it

Started ta loosin' it
And got loaded
and became a rude influence


Details | Free verse | |

Not Missing Love's Beat

Not missing love’s beat . . . .
Sails to you this golden bright morning rising so high 
Sails waving with light, joy, and such promise and hope 
One smile gasping breathless always for you my love

As you walk with me deeply into Eden’s very paradise
Dancing my heart love on that yellow brick road of dreams
Dying to be with you my love forever and ever and ever 
Dreams inside of eternal youth with my heart pounding so	

Awaiting the very day to come when I stand before you 
Down on bended knee holding your hands warmly smiling 
Kissing each and every single fingertip so exquisitely 
I shall ask you to be forever and always with me my love 

You will be my Queen with dazzling jewels of an ocean wide 
The other heartbeat echoing as two becomes one complete
Our thirst for love and passion is almost unquenchable
And my very psyche is afire with excitement when we caress

Sleeping at night my love brings me into your dream world
Where it’s me and you and you and me together floating
Through the very ether of time breathing rarefied air so
Deliciously as we’re hopelessly mesmerized in true love 

When I awake from our nocturnal dream trance so joyously
We hold one another so lovingly and caress so warmly at once
We kiss passionately and longingly in a most sublime spirit while
Not missing love’s beat . . . . 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)


Details | Free verse | |

Birth

There was nothing but death in the room,
Fleeting skeletons, dancing to their own doom.
But in her eyes…
A beating heart sang quietly.
Waiting for something to
beckon hope forward.
In that moment,
her vision was my only 
anchor to the world around me.
Without her,
I would have fell straight
through,
and then lied to myself 
for years. Living a life
of misshapen conformity,
never realizing I was free
from the burden I’ve always 
held so fondly.
I could finally be.
And she wanted to 
show me how.
Sure that we could do it together.
All I had to do was take her
hand and breathe for the first time.
Finally,
I could be alive.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

CO

Our words are a heavy foot on the accelerator;

memories that just won’t let up

Pressing,

and            

               pressing

                                down;

revving up the engine tucked away 

in your chest. 

I know that when you think about it,

you get light headed,

maybe even a little drowsy,

and then you stop caring

because where we parked our 

car has always been crowded.

You see, the fumes can be dea

                                       dly..

If you’re not careful.

—————-> If we don’t get out every now 

and again, fresh air might become 

toxic to our mutated affirmations.

I only know this because,

I’ve learned to love the feeling 

of your hands around my throat,

and you used to be so sweet. 

It’s hard to breathe in here, 

watching you swallow my 

**** and grin like I’ve given 

you flowers for the first time,

And I…

              remember

                                 …quite clearly

you don’t even like flowers.

I don’t know where we’re going,

you keep …laying your foot

to the floor, breathing harder,

like you can actually smell our 

brain cells dying.

And all I can smell is your perfume,

that ridiculously exotic potion that 

your grandmother buys when we

visit, insisting that two taps on the 

wrist will make you smell just like 

Marilyn Monroe did…

I never thought that something 

so beautiful would reek of death. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Trapped in the maze of love

The young girls tour the countryside
with bosoms large and egos full of pride,
with noses stuck up in the thin air;
I see them all strutting down a dirt road
leading to a dead end;
as I stand lonely, trapped in the maze of love.
Lost I cannot find my way;
till I sit and listen to the songs of loving angels
they shine me a path of flowers and beauty,
as I follow, I'll soon be trapped no longer-
in that forbidden maze of love.

.2.14.2014.


Details | Elegy | |

Michael Joseph Jackson (RIP)

Refrain
Wake me from my livid dream, stir my soul
So spirit may bring flesh to sense again
Transport me to another time, this pain
Will cease in that climate where we are whole
There the lights are bright upon the stage
And death is banished from youth and from age
          
            Truth alone endures asleep or awake, truth
            Alone will never change, love is a fruit
            Of enduring truth, and absence is pain
            Telling us the giddy earth is so vain.

Why, giddy earth, did you take him away?
Is your coffer of dust famished for clay?
His immatured manhood pure art became
His unbound spirit was the candle'sflame

          O giddy earth, you blew him out, no more
          This child, to moonwalk your flesh gritting shore
          He and Ben thought they would call you their own
          A promised to be there when I'm alone.

Who shall write from the lonely tree for him
Who shall heal the world's pride for us like him
Who shall dance to the edge of oneness still
O truth endure ... we are a fabled will

          Farewell Michael, great metaphor of time
          In all your gift the race was more sublime
          And we pray you will not fade from truth, we
          Celebrate your art, love your memory.  

We celebrate the joy in mystery lost
O art sublime tolls such a human cost
Farewell unfading genius and friend
Farewell guiding light none could comprehend.


Details | Free verse | |

Begging to Burn

She always comes to me
when she's afraid she 
is losing the ability 
              to feel. 
 
She steps on my toes,
curls her fingers around
my manhood, and screams
into the ears she finds most 
trustworthy for such situations.
 
Hoping that I'll sink my teeth
into her mistrust, and she'll 
find the fading burn she so 
desperately clings to. 
 
But, I'm tired of being 
a martyr for the fluididity 
of complacent existence.
I am not a hero, nor am 
I a villain. I am only a man,
endeavoring through the 
very same storm, she is 
so bent on braving alone. 
 
So instead of breaking
the flesh of her, I cut
into my own,
and show her the mirrored 
veins of my disposition
 
and await the sting
I always expect from 
showing anyone the
depths of my affliction.
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 


Details | Blank verse | |

MollyMalice

Was it my morale sense of transgression that warned me about the way her eyes batted murder. Sardonic, tongue slapping amusement pinching her tongue of poison spit. Tapered elbows and teeth, malicious monster of snarled locks, her hair taut with rope and lace. Artistic powder to smudge forth a veil of charm and allure, it was all the flavor of immoral nature. Dread drain lurker for besieged veins. Red velvet nectar defining her gloss lips, in sadistic law. Pale armor of a cold clammy casing, she sundered the glare of the moon. She sustained a garlic tolerance, whilst hushing a waxen flame. Might I neglect the fact of my pin spotted throat? 
-Mitch Green 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

NOMAD OF LOVE

I am a nomad of love…
Wandering through deserts of despair
Camping in oasis that fade away 
Hunting on land full of swift souls
And still I forge on.
I am a warrior of love…
Planning the best defense to protect 
My heart standing knee deep in false hope
Fighting for a prize I have yet to find
And still I solider on.
I am an artist of love…
Molding my burning desires into shapes
Writing a song that dares to be sung
Painting a picture only I can see
And still I dream on.
I am a believer of love…
Preaching on theories that have no validity
Teaching a vision of both folk and faith
Praying for something I know must be
And always I move on. 
Onward to the final destination.
That I know, that I feel, that I need
called love. 




Details | Rhyme | |

My Pretty Little Secret

She’s my pretty little secret, locked up in my heart

She keeps the sensations flowing to every body part

Together we work naturally, and effortlessly as one

Making things happen, a little business then alotta fun

There’s no other, that my secret wants to be kept by

Gotta hold on to her, she’s bad like a sinful lie

What we have is the truth, something we’ll forever share

To each other we stay true, to do opposite, we wouldn’t dare

This secret constantly sticks with me, like the feeling of guilt

Been holding it in for too long, so much anxiety is being built

I'm lucky to know her, she makes me feel rich, does a lot for me

She’s one of a kind, and real special, so I call her lottery

The thought of my secret, creates an eruption deep down

Everyday I’m yearning to tell her, “Baby I’m in town”

She a little secret, but far bigger than the average size

Communicates with mother nature, can make the sun rise

Can make the dying tree blossom, and the smiling cloud weep

Knows all the right moves to make, even during her sleep

Always keeping me relaxed, and doing things I cannot say

Got me all loose, focused, and ready for the next day

Everything keeps on getting better, got her in my life

Ready to produce some secret kids, make her my secret wife

When we’re alone, each second is a thousand minutes in all

If there’s anything on my mind, she’s the one I would call

Can let out all my intense feelings, she’s not one to judge

Supporting and forgiving, she won’t ever hold a grudge

My ways of thinking and loving, have all been rearranged

She makes my world do flips and turns, all one big crazy ride

Royal, important, and lucky, how she makes me feel inside

To get rid of this secret, is equivalent to being a fool

When my fire’s burning, she does nothing but keep it cool

I can grab her hand, take her to the stars and the moon

But she can play with time, have my midnight flipped to noon

Magnificent in every way she is, no better does it get

Nothing can be compared to her, my pretty little secret


Details | Free verse | |

Modus Ponens in Love

If Penelope
then Quirine.
Quirine
is dead.
Penelope;
I will love
for fear of being
illogical.


Details | Rhyme | |

Midnite Rendevous

Thou moon child!

   Thou singeth love on the eve of circular whims, 

   and the whole world wide is thy disguise;

   the glint of wine in the stead of wild romance....


When making thy fermenting tides, she prancing 

   upon thy moonlit rocks....

   o'er waters dipping her toes in the cool of 

   evening glade; her lover awaits sipping her

   she-champagne, and smiles her every phase,


But they shall sleep till dawn, and morning 

   and all afternoon long; making new songs

   of Pan with odes sprinkling moon-dust 

   chants in the lap of timeless lands;


What wonder to have a gladness infinite,

   so dashing to walk with new moods

   holding hands royal as a chimerical night! ----


To take flight with silver(an) wings, with plumes

   darkling to full moons bright in stars

   of candlelight; how glazed the lovers terrace

   and their speckled gazes to each, eyes alive

   with none other composing their own little song ----


She could but ooze into his arms,

   and he swoon in her lunar tress,

   and taste the scent of her darling eyes....


..... teasing towards the wind(ow)-swept bedroom;

   the lamp of romance upon the silk sheets ----

   thou moon-child proud with starlit chimes!


..... The lovers elope as many a wild wave,

   and thy moon howls without despair,

   the lonely of life more distant with every caress,

   and he in her heaving bosom,

   doth forget all time,

   but the chime of bliss....


Details | Free verse | |

Hot Water Music

There once lived a man

who smiled a grand smile
and danced a tune so sweet,
he loved the most beautiful of women
and wrote the most real of poetry.

He left the world listening to the hot water music
of the world
and time went on and he left a long time ago
so long, but they remembered him
as a good man.

The hot water music sings softly in the ears
of my own,
and those girls drink their sorrows in the bar
and danced on the marble dance floors
and the DJs and barkeeps leave their posts
and have a cigarette or a free beer
or fresh air outside
and they all hear and know of the hot water music
that at one time that man listened to.

And they all break glasses and paper plates
and dance on home,
and sleep at night
wake up at dawn
find themselves on another woman's lawn.
Tears fall from their eyes
and they say their goodbyes.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love may be the remedy

The brightness of late summer light,
The songs of birds whose brood take flight.
I love to take in these earthly pleasures,
And so to fill my mind with treasures.

The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?

Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love's stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.

Those who are fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes

Life is tragic comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Though if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.

But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we'll be bereaved


Details | Verse | |

Prized Paradise

Word from dream, the act of becoming, then woman
From Eve to Anat, the rib dribbled on the sand
Love and worship from dust of conviction life's promise claimed
And we from altar to grave turned, wounded and maimed
What is left but the pouring of desire, the moon
Exciting the fragile heart, the grateful ruin.

I have seen the Greek King's eyes Helen strucked and sad
Heard blind Samson cried, and for death saw he was glad
It was God first who made metaphor of the race
And put upon the world a woman's charm and face
So all men somewhere because of women shall die
Hence worship too appeases terror from the eye.

Leave them alone, leave them alone, our texts and dreams
The pondering and plunder of blind mythic schemes
Read here curving like hip of mountain, sweet as lips
The fountain of history where the gospel drips
The triumvirate of pagans, the fawn led trek
The safe sundering tree, and God's wounded love dissect

I have felt the deep core yearning for her embrace
Have longed to feel the white moon suckle on my face
Have groaned through nights like deserts melting the wax pore
And you cannot stain my desire with stigmaed whore
It is not a fertility cult that I chase
But a command to bring forth he designed in place

Some doctrine new this shame to replenish the garden
And make countless the numbers on shores of heaven
This other gospel enthralled a pagan race, tempt
Their women abdicate role and place, none exempt
Now, the tarnishing is done, I come not nude then
Who call her first mother, and sister, wife and friend 

I bring no flowers for denial, since I drain
Dregs of human longing and sleep in webs of pain
Mother Mary too knew she bore her God to die
On her cross for sins she had since Eve had supply
Diminishless, O but not the pant and shudder
Not the ecstacy that feeds the mythic fodder

Astarte who grind day to crimson  terminus
And led light frazzled  the rebellion of dust
Unwombed no eggs, her virgins dry as furnaced stones
Kept all posterity in their shivering bones
To taste the pleasure and not the pain, not my will
For all who love cannot regret again the thrill

Let pagan kingdoms twist earth's history, I wait
The coming of the moon unwrapped from clouds, the late
Swelling of tides, and vigour of blood, proof of joy
For nothing else compensates our purpose and coy
Inheritance of the earth. Only in women's eyes
I find, some semblance of the promised, prized paradise


Details | I do not know? | |

An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight

and though a lifetime ago it seems

she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams

and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire

while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above

for here is where I always hope to be

anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea

so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought

and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought

so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue

and know forever that these scribbled words

are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...




Details | Free verse | |

Needs

I want your embrace to be everlasting 
I never want to forget how your eyes
glimmer softly when you smile
I want your cologne to linger on me
so It's known that I'm yours 
I want to hold your hand so tight 
our fingerprints fuse into one 
I never want to forget the feeling that 
overwhelms me when you call me beautiful 
I want to fall asleep with my head on your chest 
every night in hopes that eventually our heartbeats 
would match. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Searching

Searching


Searching,
in the debris of the past,
scraps of casually discarded emotion.


Searching,
in hastily trashed yesterdays,
an inkling of moments flung away.


Searching,
in heaps of rubbished words,
that tiresome sigh of defeated thought.


Searching,
in the layers of moulted skin
the wilting self that once was true.


Searching,
in the reflections between the ripples,
for the whispered pangs of roaring desire.

Searching,
in the blank eyes streaming endlessly,
an echo of the faintest sigh of new life.


Searching.


Details | Prose | |

with love comes nothing

with love comes nothing...
but happiness,
pride,
glory,
sun-shine and hope.
with love comes nothing,
but love for the one you love
and when the end of days come,
that love shall continue into God only know where.

.1.11.2014.


Details | Prose | |

My Heartstrings

I had her shoe in hand
Her fragrance hesitant to leave the room
The clock  had struck midnight 
And my Cinderella left my heart
Leaving me clinging to the memories I had of her

See, she came with the promise to love
One of a kind, pure like a dove 
But all she did was dance and make merry
For by midnight she had to hurry

As fast as she came, she left
In anguish i cried out loud and wept
The chord on my heart strings 
Turned from a ballard to a dirge
And each pluck of the string took me back to my oblivion
Where love was a distant past and an improbale future


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Perfect Present Poem

The Perfect Words
The Perfect Rhyme
The Perfect Telling
The Perfect Time

The Perfect Reading
… Right Length of Line
A Perfect Painting
… Right Frame of Mind

I Lost My Nerve
… Took Days Finding
Until I Saw
The Heaven’s Signing …

A Redbird’s Rainbow
and Blue Skies Shining
Spoke, What Heart Wrote
As Hope’s Notes – Rose Flying

I Love You - - - I Love You!
Nevermore A-Denying
To Live Without You
Is Like Slow-Coals Dying

Truth Reached & Touched
Wrapped In Your Arms
With Warm, Wonderful Whispers
Sent With Candy-Kissed Charms

But Not Too Little
And Not Too Sweet
Or Too Long Or Strong
… Just A Passion … Complete

A Composed Tray
Bearing This Poem
of Token Affection
In Confession’s Storm

In Total Trust
and Triumph Tender
This One Gift I Hope …
You Return To Sender


        Written & © :  6/9/2013

            By:  The MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

Satan Took My Lover

Satan took my lover- Hoverin' above like an undercover- You're uncovered so you'll struggle- I hold a shovel and a plan that you can't stand and you won't stand- You're gonna fall like humpty dumpty off the wall that you set up so get up and move when I spit this groove- so smooth you'll slip- don't trip when I unload a clip of metaphor you have in store- try to keep me poor like a roarin' lion- you're lyin' stealin, kill n destroy? These toys God gave me I'll deploy. Boy it's great to anhiallate this demonic sheat- Too late 'cause you don't quit. So I'll split the heads of these crooked eek speaking of which you're gonna burn like a witch- Try to snitch on me- just based on lies, you see? My God despises lies so they all fry where they belong. Did I mention that you're wrong? Oh well- you're blind as well so you'll burn in hell under the spell you made the choice to see. Well done, but not in good or faith- more like a steak heated with your own mistake. So break the chains or lose the game- it's been the same since you made your first claim. I'm taming a lion so don't be cryin' or try to lie. I won't make any threats that end with the word 'sky' ?! It's do or die don't be surprised just opening your eyes is the closest thing to a prize.


Details | I do not know? | |

SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







Details | I do not know? | |

Rain in the City

as the rain falls on the city

all words

seem drenched

running like worthless ink off meaningless paper

yet

the rain falls incessantly on

in sheets of glassy vehemence

tearing my thoughts apart

splintering the fragile truce of this night

words, just worthless words

floating by

wrestling me to the ground

worthless words

devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true

disjointed and hollow

as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow

wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom

a vain cloak of indulgence, 
while revelling in the impending doom

and still the rain keeps pouring

clipping the wings of my dreams

that are no longer intent on soaring

but why do i subject you

to all this idle and quite bitter chatter

for when all is said and done and scribbled

will any of this matter?

so i take leave of you, yet again

as i surrender 

to the lunacy of the sane

and to the whipping

of the cold, biting harrowing rain...


Details | Free verse | |

Laurel

I am victory.
I wonder: present, not past or future.
I hear, sunset… and sunrise!
I see with your eyes, with eyes unclouded.
I want: helping, love.
I am smart.  I am strong.

I pretend … it’s alright though.
I feel: happiness, brokenness.
I touch the hearts, the spirits.
I worry, does it help, what I do?
I cry, loneliness.
I am done with losing, on with choosing.

I understand: alone, as in, unique.
I believe: it’s alright!
I hope: family united – kindred-ness.
I dream, conquering suffering.
I try, NO… I do!
I am the coolest girl in the whole wide world!
I am – me!


Details | Free verse | |

Nature's Naivety

What would you say if I told you,
that I need you?
That every memory of you,
casts a shadow on this moment.
What would you do,
If I reached into the sun
and pulled down the light.
Showed you that 
it had no comparison
to what I see in your eyes.
Could you believe it? 
I’m in the dark without 
your essence.
I find promise in
the prospect of
your comfort.
I just hope it’s
Not another dream
Shedding its skin,
Waiting for its moment
To cast out its beauty
And become another
Failure.
I’m not sure if I 
could take it.
Knowing that the 
sun could fall
at any moment,
makes a flower
want to grow
elsewhere.
Is this the way of 
the world today? 
Fickle beauty grows
under incandescent 
light fixtures that whisper
lies into the ears of 
nature’s naivety.
What will become 
of us if we can never
make it real? 
We’re standing underneath
the stare of false hope,
and expecting it to not
wrinkle our skin.
-James Kelley 2011©


Details | Narrative | |

A Lover's Letter - Part 2 of 4

- continued from Part 1 -


and Feel Your Form and Supple Figure
Blessed With Such Restful Grace
… and Flow Into Your Being
Like Embraced Ocean Waves

I Wanted To Send You Words
Of How Deeply I Care
I’m Sending Words and Wishes
As You Wait For Me There
And I Remember and Count
Each Star-Strand Lock of Your Hair

And Do You Remember I Sent You
That Priceless Gift So Rare? …
… of A Pearl-Bone Framed Portrait
Of Which You Said You Loved To Stare!
Oh, I Have So Many Wonderful
Things To Tell and Share!

I Want To Be The One To Show You …
The Infinite, Mysterious Universe
And I Will Fill & Quench All Your Desires
Your Needs, Your Hunger & Your Thirst

I Will Enrich Your Life
Like A King’s Treasure-Purse
I Only Ask You Wait For Me …
and Remember Me – First

I’ll Always Be Your Support
and On Your Conscience’s Side
and I Will Be Your Bridge
Over Any Wide Chasm Divide

… and Always Cherish You
As Beloved, Beautiful Wife-Bride
And I Want To Give You
Eternity-Elephants To Ride
And I’ll Be Right There
I’ll Be Your Eden’s Gate and Guide …

I Will Take You Where Passion
… Doesn’t Have To Hide (Gen) 3: 8-10)
To A Place Where I Wash You
In Moonlight and Surging Tides

With You … I Want To Share
This Buoyant Breath of Life
And Together … We’ll Climb
Mountains and Thru Waterfalls Dives

And To Show This Dedication …
We Won’t Need A Shrine
Your Devoted Heart Is All
I Desire In Love’s Design

So Keep My Hand and I Will
Keep You Satisfied (Ps. 145: 16)
But For Now, My Lovely One …
Please Let Patience Abide

With This Letter I Am Sending
A Substantial Means of Living
With This Letter Comes A Token
Of The Love I’ll Be Giving

I Am Sending A Portion of
The Fortune & Allowance You’ll Be Spending
With Great Principles and Privileges
and Potential and Possibilities … Pending

It Is The Affairs of Our Hearts
That I Am Taking Care In Tending
My Lovely One … It Is The Wealth
Of My Love I Am Sending

Enclosed, You Will Find
The Drafted Subsidy Bank Note
and All The Investments Are In Order
and On Time, Like I Wrote
(Isa. 46: 9, 10, 11)

And It Was A Pleasure To Sign
With Each Flourish of My Pen-Stroke
Remembering All The Dreams
… About Which We Spoke …

I Can’t Wait To Tell You The Good News
Of The  Dividends With Each Post
Now, Here’s The Proofs and Payoff
With Each Exact Quote …

And I Can Just Picture You Reading
& Memorizing What I Wrote By Rote
Oh, Just Keep Believing In Me, Lovely
and You’ll Never Be Heartbroke …



(Part 2 of 4)


Details | I do not know? | |

Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...


‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.


‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.


‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.


‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.


‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.


‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.


Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.


Details | Free verse | |

Tragic Breath

Tragedy walks to the beat of tone deaf tears...
falling waywardly onto shifting shores,
unsure of anything around him.
 
                             He wonders why it hurts to walk on something 
                                                   as soft as your cheeks;
 
and steps as if he might fall through
each bruise his unsteady feet conquer.
 
                          His breath burns.
 
                                                     His chest heaving under the weight
                                                        of epidermic ridicule he doesn't understand.
 
 
Why does love feel so much like hate? 
 
 
 
                                      Every footstep sends a longing coursing through her veins,
                                                      that makes every kiss bittersweet.
 
The fire keeps them honest I suppose,
reminding every lover the difference 
between joy and pain. 
 
 
Suffering together.
 
                           A blessing that no one seems to understand
                                           until death shudders down our throats.
 
In spite of it all, beauty stands still under the light that shines
down upon us all;
 
Showing the truth of why...
 
the breath of tragedy gives life to love.
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

YOUR Signature Part 1 of 2


" YOUR  Signature  ... "

( Genesis 1: 1  /  Rev. 4: 11 )


YOUR  Signature ...
Scrolls On Each Wave of The Sea
As It Starts To Signal
With The Smallest, Written-Water-Ripple
YOUR Beautifully, Bold-Signed Name ...
Is In Each Crystal, Droplet Initial ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Reflects, Embossed Upon All Skies
Floating In Bright Cloud-Notes
and Brilliantly Arc'd Written-Rainbows
And In The Sun's Flourish-Omega-Flares
... YOUR  Radiant Calligraphy - - Glows ...

And YOUR  Signature ...
Has Atop Each Imprinted 'I' Or 'J' As Symbols
... A Capital, Comet-Dashed-Star
In The Consonant-Cosmos - - Rows & Rows
and In Each 'O' In Orbits & Global-Rings
...  YOUR  Silver-Lined, Signature Shows ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Is Written In Autumn Leaves and Winds
and Cyclone Summer Seasons
and The Softest, Articulate, Evening Breeze
and Inscribed In A Snowflake's Misty-Breath
& Each Author-Rised, Airful - -  We Breathe ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Is Written With Moonbeam-Pens
... Upon A Book of Life, It Is Plume-Penned ...
& YOUR  Pencil - Draws Golden, Treasure Maps
Upon All of Earth & World of Men
As Signed Images of  YOUR  Autographs ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Sometimes As A Title of Position & Authority
... Powerfully Appears ...
And YOUR  Signature Bears YOUR Glory-Fame
of GOD, LORD, Almighty, King, Father and  Love
All As: Character & Crests of  JEHOVAH's  Name ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Is On The Edges of Eons and Eternity
... It Cannot Be Erased
... Will Never Fade -- Nor Ever Brushed Over
When It Is Written - - It Is Written ...
and Authenticated - - As Owner ...

YOUR  Signature ...
Carved The Majestic Grand Canyon Gorge
... It Cannot Be Matched Nor Forged
YOUR  Signature Covers Now & What The Future Expects
It Is:  Its Own Distinct Style and Collateral Dialect
YOUR  Signature Signs All Wealth & Royalty's Checks ...

YOUR  Signature ...
... On Covenants; Contracts - - In or Outside Our Margins
... Is Written, Stamped and Sealed ...
Waxed In Vowels, In Cursive-Cure-Ink, That Bled
Signed On Dotted Lines of Horizons & Our Hopes ...
YOUR  Signature - - Is What We've Read ...

( Part One of Two)


       Written & Copyrighted © :  5/8/2014 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady



Details | Free verse | |

Room for Rent

I opened the door to my heart,
so ****ing wide that it hit her ass...
and threw her right back 
into that bastard's arms.
 
I should have been stone,
Could have just left it alone,
but I just had to unfurl my lips
 and let my mouth bleed..
 
I always beg for punishment.
 
"Room for Rent"
                      ....stapled to 
                        my rupturing sensitivity. 
 
Why'd she take my number,
if she never wanted to fill
my vacancy? 
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved 2013


Details | Free verse | |

vanishing song

she lay in the vanishing sunlight
vulnerable and beautiful
she was as lovely as dreams
she gave herself to me with her heart full of desire's dark romance
with her heart full of the magic of love's tenderness
it was then i knew at long last what it was to be loved
she played a fragment of her song
its beauty like a setting sun on a deep blue sea
and then i knew what it was like to breath once more
like i never knew what it meant to be alive
until her song played
until all my sorrows had vanished in her arms
so she played her song for me all night
it was sweet as a tropical night wind
full of promise and beauty
like this daydream of her soft hand in mine
warms my heart
till her song vanishes


Details | I do not know? | |

The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


Details | I do not know? | |

what kind of love

the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known or ever regret,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind, never forget -

-


Details | Free verse | |

Espejismos

Y si los ojos son el espejo del alma
y esos espejos se limpian llorando,

El Amor se pasa
De tanto limpiar los espejos brillan
Y la luz eres tú. 

Y tú, luz, reflejas en mi espejo un
espejismo,
Una ilusión.

Tú, luz, en mis espejos 
Como si te viera
Pero estoy llorando.


Details | Romanticism | |

Oh if She was like a Love Song

Oh she so beautiful,
like a love song
sung only by the most lovely of voices
of angels who fly overhead
watching down over us all;
and she shall smile so bright,
it shall outshine the sun, stars and the moon.

Oh if she was a love song, I
say if she was a love song
that reminds you of the old days
when smiles and warm embraces
were on every corner,
she will be the most lovely of love songs.

If she were such a love song,
that uplifts the heart in the deepest of sorrow
and sadness, then her smile,
shall indeed brighten an already darkened soul.
Hold her in my arms,
and love her, as she sings to me
such a beautiful love song.
Love her forever,
till the end of times,
shall I never leave her side,
for she is my little love song.

.12.18.2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


Details | I do not know? | |

A Broken Blade of Grass

the broken blade of grass
trampled by random fate
lies shattered on the cold
ground

the oblivious slayer of hearts
saunters away nonchalantly 
to a destination never to be found

where can I stumble to in this crazy beautiful vivid insane ugly real place that once was mine

when all that's left behind 
is the cacophony of merciless
sound and while for silence I achingly pine

but in the end...

it all adds up to nought while that bitter taste persIsts and lingers

while we allow the magical moments to slip through our blistered fingers

until we awake one day from our innured dream that we cling onto while we sleep

finally conceding that beyond mere words, we were hardly ever, that deep

on the contrary, rather shallow we have been as we continue to shovel emptiness into that space so hollow

while lulling ourselves with the promise of the past, and ignoring the freshness of the morrow

a tomorrow filled with peace

a tomorrow once captive, but now on the brink of release

a tomorrow not consumed by the wasted time of the bygone past

but a tomorrow brimming with a gentleness meant to forever last...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Though love be a day

Though love be a day
and death be a flower,
we shall grow a garden so full of beautiful violets,
the only flower that stands,
when love is laid to rest for eternity;

Though love be a day
and death be a flower,
we shall continue to kiss,
till the gardens grow flowers blooming left and right
and a kiss shall be the only sweet thing for you;
though love be a day,
and death be an hour
not a minute goes by,
every second I never turn away from you
and kiss another.

Though love be a day
and death be a flower,
I shall pick those flowers for you,
when that day comes
when you are not with me anymore.

Shall I kiss your brow,
as you lay in peace and undisturbed beauty glories you?
There I shall pick a rose and place it on your bosom,
where I lay my weak head to rest every night
I spent with you,
and I kiss you- one last kiss-
and I whisper to you,
(though love be a day
     -and death be a flower,
       I shall grow a garden for you,
        and we shall kiss no longer)

.2.16.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

v

My hands they are clean, when I am around you
sweet you are like caramel on a lit candle,
your skin smooth and soft, like cotton and silk fabric,
lay with me my dear,
and we shall talk of moon and star alike,
and in the morning; we shall talk of sun and cloud alike.
In nature, my dear, you are beautiful, as a nightingale
singing loving songs outside my window at night,
as Romeo stumbling along Juliet's balcony,
and sharing a kiss to kiss of loving romance
under a silvery moon and bright, twinkling stars.

Yes you are the one my love,
and when I am around you,
no lies shall come between you and I,
for my hands they are clean when I am around you
my sweet and loving angel.

.2.25.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Singing to the stitching of her heart

Jump off the grand canyon,
and push the Rocky Mountains to the East
and see the tiger roar in the green jungles of India
and the lion is sleeping in Africa,
the birds are at my window singing.
She lay there quiet and sad,
pale at heart and weak in the knees and joints,
rusting from the rain.
I sit there smiling
and I hold her in my arms and sing to her,
and she stitches up her broken heart,
with the lovely song I sung along with the peaceful,
little birds along with the stiching of her lonesome heart.

... her heart is not so lonely now...

I sit there, with her in my arms
she is smiling and singing
and we kiss the dark twilight away
and see the birds fly away in the sunset
and we stay there in the room full of stiched up hearts
and peaceful music.

...her heart is not so lonely now...

12/3/13


Details | Free verse | |

Adrift

I've been adrift;
 
                        Floating.
 
Complacent waves have sent me further,
 and further out.
 
Like your breath beneath our mirror;
Every bitter exhale pushing me away.
 
                                We were exhausted.
 
Obedient to the primal nature of these fragile cages,
we sought to tear each other free
of the very flesh that has
kept us together.
 
                    And yet we couldn't kill.
 
And so I lay here, buoyant and bloody
 
Encircled by thoughts of you,
in this pool of plastic sharks.
 
                                  They swim because they fear.
 
They smile and wink,
but none of them can make me scream.
 
                                 None of them can drag me below.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Queens with long velvet hair

Queens with long velvet hair
hear them scream in a twilight
as their hearts torn from their chests,
left to rot in a place that the Devil would never go near
and God looks down and nothing happens,
those once beautiful Queens with long velvet hair
lay prone in filth and dirtiness
of what love left for them.

.2.15.2014.


Details | I do not know? | |

For the nonce

I am feeling cumbrance
for the nonce
ease my temples
settle me in fingerbreadths


Details | Narrative | |

The state of my heart

It’s a journey to be reconciled with the past,
especially when one’s life still carries the wound;
it’s like a running sore that permeates the soul,
a gigantic barrier, an impediment in any way.

God’s promise, “The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness did not overcome it.”   True!
Comparatively, some shades of darkness
have to be cleared and dispelled in one’s heart 
the revealing darkness that symbolizes pain,
closed windows that block God’s blessing.

Well, it’s a metaphor to the so-called ‘wound’
a kind of silhouette that’s difficult to mirror
a kind of misfortune that ruins disposition.

It’s hard to believe those who’re with God,
those who teach about love and respect,
yet, it’s a tragedy to see them on the contrary
because they live with hypocrisy and irony.

This is what I feel as I welcome the New Year,
mired in hope that someday healing takes place
such a great deal that needs love and understanding
that life may be whole again with a heart that cares.

The throbbing verses of cultures

Chronicled as part of history
the reality gives meaning;
it's a pathway to move along,
a commitment to future dream,
a response to what is ideal.

Addressed as a piece of literature
the struggles involved with one another.
It's a life of experience that forms,
a historical menu to savor,
an enormous task to fulfill.

Lived as a language I best hear
with silence and profound meaning;
It's a human action and reaction,
a point to what we're here for;
being called to serve -
a measure to Christian perfection.

Proclaimed as a gospel of inspiration,
with diversity of cultures
that runs through this generation,
its texture, zest and color,
aptly describes, "we're one nation."

Being grateful for various reasons
with different contexts and situations.
They're hallmarks to great civilization;
with the continuing growth amid some afflictions,
a message of hope, worthy of revelation.


Details | Free verse | |

The way it's supposed to be

Every night before bed,
she sets her heart on fire.
 
Letting all her love cauterize,
clotting the flow of her need.
 
She would rather be infected
by pain than play the same 
monotonous game with 
a boy that can't help but 
pour gasoline on her wounds.
 
The burn;
A reminder that he was there.
She'll never forget his kiss,
because there are scars  
imprinted on her cheeks
that speak of nights drenched
in miserable unity.
 
They fed off each other's 
complacency.
Drank each other's naivety
and laid in a bed of neglect.
Hoping for someone to
pull up the sheets, 
so they could sleep
and dream of love.
The way it's supposed to be.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Carry on Our Marry Way

We carry on our marry way
Tomorrow is a new day
and stop to say, "There goes summer,"
watch the girls walk with dogs
catching fleas with mortgages not paid,
and there goes the maid
cleans house with jewelry in her pockets,
Tip-Toe  across the market and into the square,
and watch the strippers dance in pairs.
Tears roll down the street
as happiness goes to meet someone
as tip-toe boys go softly through dusk
streets on a Friday night,
they all sit front row to see the fight.
The girls are tight, with short mini skirt delight,
I like... and I write about them... they get me drunk
and I feed them with life.


Details | Free verse | |

iv

To find the outline of your body
in the fog of mystery,
is the greater achievement of my day-
to find the smoothness of your lips with mine
will be a tale told by generations-
to place my hands on the curvature of your glorious hips
shall be magical-
to dedicate a poem to your beauty
will be a grand thing- to make my heart sing-
hope is all I need to clear this fog
and find your stunning beauty in the rose garden of life
on the other side of the river called "reality"

To my wonderful gal, be mine- once the fog clears,
and I shall find your outline imprinted on my warm bed sheets-
come now, clear this fog away,
I am missing your sweet beauty with every moment passing.

.2.25.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Cartography

I count the syllables of your dreams,

tracing my way home,

using each one as a compass;

Pulling me to you.

Your tongue outlines this map,

shooting stars into the mouth

of a lost sky.

I can feel your veins pulse

against the skin of discovery;

wild drums beat in the 

heart of my prowl.

The lashes of your eyes,

in the sway of trees,

scatter across the 

break of my horizon,

pushed by the breath

of words spoken

in vivid slumber.

                  “I can hear you.”

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Elementary

You are beautiful to me,
Because I find you in the earth and sky.
Simply, perfectly, unrelenting like the rain.
Grounded, yet soft, you are chalk in my hands
And salt from the sea turned to crystal in the Sun.
Inside I know a quiet love, one that is only silent for show.
The hurricane's force, the lightning's bite
Is nothing. Lost against you and I.
From this, I see the metaphor is truer than it seems:
You are my world.


Details | I do not know? | |

Yellow Roses

    Never accept a yellow rose,
For it's the symbol of love's jealousy.
Soon I'll envy every young man
Blessed to be found in your company.
    If you only knew how long
I've held you in my highest esteem;
While wishing for other circumstances
in which I, to you, would closer be.
     My yellow roses are unseen--
As invisible as what might have been...
     If you only knew how much
Regret will fly with me abroad,
And how much sorrow I'll feel from your absence,
Because I chose a distant road.


Details | I do not know? | |

Seventeen Seventy-Seven: A Pondering Of Sorts

This self evident truth that all men are created equal ?
Never quite able as to escape these questions which arrive
Time's comical in ludicrous exposes: today as yesterday imagining
Her high courts turning unto a constitution defining something or another....
Ever evolving his living breathing documents cross fire spatial skies skeleton keys rogue
Renegades watermark tinsel town, treason from their graves these founding fathers proclaim 
Antartic circles western worlds mediums her causeway's english channel I see dead people a baby's
Sixth sense the headless horseman thirty shekels of silver his broken bell premonition sheol's starveling
Shepherd spyglass mechants totem pole slave ship shackles spindrift spinsters who framed this, your amendments.


Details | Quatrain | |

Folie a Deux

Mosaic beauty upon a canvased mind -
Abstracts' thought of two;
Spiritually carving an essence defined -
Sculpture's alluring view.

Model charisma, transcendent panoramics -
Chiseled utopia, kissed;
Shapes sexing and molding, sealing ceramics -
Tracing mystiques', blissed.

Embossed lines erect, curves aligning -
Signature beings, weld;
Engraving couplet, trademark entwining -
Crowning bijou, held.

Marbled terra cotta knows statues' Arcadia -
Concrete and clay conceive;
Porcelain angel now lives in Fantasia -
All set in stone make believe.

© March 2013


Details | Prose Poetry | |

YOUR Signature Part 2 of 2

" YOUR  Signature  ... "

( Genesis 1: 1  /  Rev. 4: 11 )


(Part 2 of 2)

YOUR  Signature ...
Signs On All Existence's Account Ledgers
... Is A Literary, Moniker-Masterpiece
A Singularly, Most Stentorious-Stenography
As A Monogram-Monument That Documents
& Slants To Grammar-Mercy's Typed Guarrantee
(Yet Stands Upright In Justice & Audit-Identity)

YOUR  Signature ...
Each Letter Is Love and Luminosity ...
A Stencil & Substance-Mark of Perfect Symmetry
and Punctuality With A Written-Resource-Resonance
A Sacred-Sequence of Letters Wrote In Such Serenity
Signed In Stone and On Souls and Of Sovereignty
YOUR  Signature - - Reigns So Superlatively

YOUR  Signature ...
Signs & Emblazons The Promises & Prophecy-Fixtures
and Heavenly Holy Scriptures
and Is The Greatest Designation In All of Literature
Throughout Space & Spirits & Strenuous Storms & Seas Divesture
Yes - - We See YOUR Masterstroke-Signature ...

We See YOUR  Signature ...
( Rom. 1: 20 )

       Written & Copyrighted © :  5/8/2014 
                    by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Light Poetry | |

Power of Love - Part 2 of 2

... If You’re Bad, I’ll Make A Good You
If You Don’t Know How, I’ll Teach You
You’re Only Human, I’ll Godly-Image You
If You’re Empty, I’ll Fill You
If You’re Afraid, I’ll Feel For You
But Still Feel Free To Choose (or not) Too

If You’re Weak, I’ll Strengthen You
 Always Remember, I’ll Heed You
If Soul’s Hungry, I’ll Feed You
But Note: You Need Me, I Don’t Need You
… but If No One Needs You … I Need You!
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

For You Cannot Pass By Nor Control
Alone, Cannot Cure A Damaged Soul
Should I Leave, You’ll Be Ever Cold
For I Heal Hearts and I Hold … Love

In Paths Beyond & Above
Keep To The Trail & Traces of Love
Even Tunnel Thru To True Love
For True Love Is Never Through Love


I Am Everybody’s Blessed Goal
A Power & Treasure That Can’t Be Stole
Only If Given – Can You Own
In Words of Beauty, Brave & Strong
In My Ways There Is No Wrong
The Ultimate Universal Song
Written On Winds & On Stones
Always New But Better Old
Where Would You Go To Get Away From
So Follow Forever … On and On …
For GOD Is Love and Never Gone

HE Is Love

Love Is Like A Poet Speaking Words of Life and Writes
Love Is A Warrior That Wins Because He Had To Fight
Love Swallows Trust Whole, It Has No Betrayer’s Bite
Love Shines Solar Star, Sunrays & Moonbeams Bright

Love Isn’t Blind, But It Is A Blinding, Radiant Sight
Love Is Raw Energy That Turns You On Like Lightning Lights
Love Is An Action Word,  Roused, Ready, Rain or Deepest Night
Love Picks You Up and Takes You To Its Horizon-Heights
Love Is Like A Honeymoon Via A Private Jet Flight

Love Is A Force That Moves With Increasing Motive Might
Love Expands Until Any Other Way Feels Tight
Now, The World’s Love Hasn’t Reached Full, Pure Power, Not Quite
So Sometimes At Present, Our Love Comes Into Plights
But The Power Love Has – Will Make Things Finally Right

For You Cannot Pass By Nor Control
Alone, Cannot Cure A Damaged Soul
Should I Leave, You’ll Be Ever Cold
For I Heal Hearts and I Hold … Love

No One Can Stand In The Way Of  Love
No One Can Successfully Deny Dynamics of Love
No One Can Overcome The Pure Passion of Love
GOD Is Pure Love, So Pure Love Is Real Love
… Everlasting and Loyal and Real Love
 
In Paths Beyond & Above
Keep To The Trail & Traces of Love
Even Tunnel Thru To True Love
For True Love Is Never Through Love


                        Written & © :  5/25/2013

                         By:  The MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


Details | Free verse | |

Mellita, domi adsum

A timeless classic upon reaching your castle                                                                      to choose the good and not the bad                                                                                  breaking away from the ice of the day                                                                              in search of a ray like sunshine how is your day                                                                 like the Shakespearean play terms of endearment                                                             testing the waters of one's abode                                                                                     will ducky be swimming or ice skating                                                                              a warm Embrace or on the brink of today                                                                         in any case show yourself friendly


Details | I do not know? | |

Awake at Midnight

Awake at Midnight

sleep retreats
into tunnels of dewy thoughts

teasing the worn mind

awake at midnight
dreams recede

into caverns of mist
to brew their hazy potions

awake at midnight
weariness seduces the being

seeking to slip away
thirsting for solace in
the numbness of slumber
awake at midnight

still.


Details | Blank verse | |

metaphors

::
i’ve always wondered about the phrase “my world”
what gives you the right
to claim that i am something
so strong
so defiant
it is not your world,
the world belongs to us all
and we have to take care of it
but more importantly,
i belong to myself,
so i am not your world
or your universe 
or your one and only
and i can take care of myself
how dare you call me
something so beautiful.

::

silly,
you can’t see the universe 
in my eyes
my eyes are blue, i agree,
but they have always been 
my smallest feature.
the universe 
is unimaginably large;
no one has reached its end,
but you claim to have every feature of mine memorized
so you must be wrong.
and don’t forget
we cling to the earth with trust
that it will not choose
to drop us
into the endless abyss around us
and no one could fall in love with me,
for my eyes are eyes
not a universe

::

it was very late
when you said that
my lips were like a black hole
because they pulled you in
and you could never escape
but you must have forgotten
my lips are lips.

Maybe you meant my lips
affected time
like how im always late
for work.
but black holes slow time
which would be helpful
then i wouldn't be late
(so they still couldn't be black holes)
Unless you meant my lips
were infinitely big; wrong, 
but i guess thats flattering.
yet, i still don’t know
how you could get lost 
in my lips
like how i lose my car keys
or my phone
because you know 
where your lips are
and your eyes are just fine
so you can see my lips
see? right here.
i always wear red lipstick so you can remember me,
and they are also not black.
see? now our lips are touching
and it feels nice
there are no sparks, sir,
so tone it down 
with your crazy metaphors
and focus on this kiss
maybe you'll think
it’ll last forever
which would be wrong (again)
but i still love you.
::


Details | I do not know? | |

WARNING: Soppy Love Scribble

Walk with me,
in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.


Details | Free verse | |

The Pendulum's thrust

The dull tick of the blade against my
 
throat waits for the sound;
 
I sit in wait.
 
I hear the moan of another chapter
 
and quiet the pendulum the best I can. 
 
Choking on utterances of a beggar's 
 
plea, I find the potential energy
 
that set the trap. 
 
I should have never thought of you.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee A HAMMER, HOPE AND HEAVEN'S HEART

                A HAMMER, HOPE AND HEAVEN’S HEART

I used a hammer of hope to build some beauty
A carpenter with desire as his duty
I used wood rendered by golden good
Constructing a vivacious vision in a wondrous neighborhood

Every screw and each nail would nicely do
With eaves and shutters shaded bright blue
I drilled and thrilled to every beautiful beam
Because I was busy building a dream

Every single shingle shifted my heart
From being useless I became a pertinent  part
A relevant role in a real romance
And every shingle meant a brand new start

I built beauty with dutiful delight
Then I painted that loveliness with light
Darkness was dispelled by every smile
When I built beauty no man could defile

And so through storms that beauty steadfastly stood
And the soul of this carpenter at last found good
In a neighborhood situated near heaven’s front door
When I built beauty floor by beautiful floor

This house was a metaphor for love unending 
And a life that love was thereupon mending
Beside my house was a tree statuesque and shady
For a romantic relationship I built with a lovely lady
                              © 2012…copyright..~free cee!~




Details | Free verse | |

Love sees the dead man

Love sees the dead man walk with;
no heart,
no power,
no glory,
no honor...

-And Loves does nothing to make him smile...

.3.6.2014.


Details | I do not know? | |

Vacuum

Callously discarding,

talismans of heart and soul,

hastily scorching all bridges,

in a supernova burying me whole,

retreating into emptiness,

no salvation to be found,

sins too many to absolve,

drowning, in a freshly
dug hole in the cold ground.

Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in,

asphyxiating me,

within the walls of my dismal room,

sinking into the abyss,

disappearing, fading, lost forever,

inside an emotionless,

vacuum


Details | I do not know? | |

The English Teacher

You are a metaphor in motion,a symphony conducted by the beating of my heart.
You entrance my soul,and it makes me a better person to love you. 
You are a simile surrounded by color themes, you shine. 
My rhetorical answer when i repremand my self with rhetorical questions. 
My analogy in a analytical essay composed by your kisses. 
Holding something so precious as a diamond in a rough,i am caught in you. 
Nothing as lovely as knowing you are with me always and forever. 
Holding my soul in your stare.
I love us,we,you loving me. 
You are verbs in action,followed by nouns and adjectives. 
You are every onomatopoeia i want to hear after leaving your touch. 
We are auditory imagery bound in conversations about life and love. 
You are the predicate and adverb to my declarative sentences. 
My english teacher in the language of love.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Power of Love - Part 1 of 2

(Rom. 8: 37, 38, 39  /  1 Cor. 13: 4 – 8, 13  /  Col. 3: 14)


If You Run, I Will Chase You
If You Hide, I Will Find You
If You Escape, I Will Catch You
If You Forget, I Will Haunt You
In Tear Tracks I Will Hunt You
But You Are Free To Choose Too

For You Cannot Pass By Nor Control
Alone, Cannot Cure A Damaged Soul
Should I Leave, You’ll Be Ever Cold
For I Heal Hearts and I Hold … Love

In Paths Beyond & Above
Keep To The Trail & Traces of Love
Even Tunnel Thru To True Love
For True Love Is Never Through Love

If You Look, I Will See You
If You Vow, I’ll Believe You
If You Try, I’ll Triumph You
If You Survive, I’m What Saved You
If You Hate, I’ll Craze You
But If You Hope, I’ll Brave You
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

If You Are Lost, I’ll Reach You
If You Are Tired, I’ll Raise You
If You Are Locked, I’ll Release You
If Left Hanging, I’ll Hinge You
If Devastated, I Won’t Desert You
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

For You Cannot Pass By Nor Control
Alone, Cannot Cure A Damaged Soul
Should I Leave, You’ll Be Ever Cold
For I Heal Hearts and I Hold … Love

In Paths Beyond & Above
Keep To The Trail & Traces of Love
Even Tunnel Thru To True Love
For True Love Is Never Through Love

And If In Darkness, I’ll Dawn You
If You Need Me, I’ve Drawn You
If You Value Me, I’ll Honor You
If You’re Haughty, I’ll Humble You
If You Lie, I Am Still True
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

If You’ve Faith, I’ll Prove You
For I’ll Love You, I Promise You
If You Fault, I’ll Forgive You
If You’re Not Sure, I’ll Intense You
But If You’re Evil, I’ll Menace You
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

If Heart-Broke, I’ll Enrich You
Need A Purpose?  I’ll Enlist You
If You’re Desperate, I’ll Calm You
If Damaged Goods, I’ll Claim You
If Coming Apart, I’ll Glue You
If Problem Is You,  I’ll Clue You
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

For You Cannot Pass By Nor Control
Alone, Cannot Cure A Damaged Soul
Should I Leave, You’ll Be Ever Cold
For I Heal Hearts and I Hold … Love

In Paths Beyond & Above
Keep To The Trail & Traces of Love
Even Tunnel Thru To True Love
For True Love Is Never Through Love

If You Battle Me, I’ll Beat You
If You’re Kind, I’ll Keep You
If You Waste Me, I’ll Taunt You
But If You’re Wicked, I Don’t Want You
If You Cherish Me, I’ll Choose You
But You Are Still Free To Choose Too

(to be continued on Part 2 of 2)
      
                       
         Written & © :  5/25/2013

              By:  The MoonBee



Details | I do not know? | |

They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


Details | I do not know? | |

Masks

Masks.

Fingers,
clawing at my face,
slipping beneath the facade,

tugging, tearing, flailing,

stripping off the veneer,
exposing the fragmented decay,
cloaked,
under this mask I wear today.

Hands,
groping for another layer,
embroidered on my thin skin,

peeling, rotting, searing,

shaving away the truths,
entwined in a jagged kiss,
revealing,
the vacuum of an emotional abyss.

Fleeing,
from myself yet again,
bound for nothingness,

desolate, cold, empty,

lost on barren pathways,
bruising my heart as I tread,
shuddering,
at the horrors that lie ahead.


Details | Pantoum | |

PANTOUM FOR THE PROMISCUOUS

We're not supposed to act like sheep 
just because He is The Shepherd. 
He is much more inclined to weep 
when we refuse to heed His Word.  

Just because He is The Shepherd, 
our blind-born sins torment Him so. 
When we refuse to heed His Word 
we defile more than we can know.  

Our blind-born sins torment Him so 
as our freewill we waste away.
We defile more than we can know 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay.  

As our freewill we waste away - 
just because we may feel “left out”: 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay;  
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about.  

Just because we may feel left out,
we ignore our blessed patient guide: 
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about, 
from honest conscience seek to hide.  

We ignore our blessed patient guide, 
while truest Love looks helpless on. 
From honest conscience we seek to hide, 
fearing the chance of "bliss" is gone.  

While truest Love looks helpless on, 
He is more inclined to weep: 
fearing the chance of bliss is gone. 
We're not supposed to act like sheep.


Details | Free verse | |

Mosaic

Cut myself on the shards
Of my own broken heart
I've got to put it back together,
Got to keep it all together...

Fell in love with a borrowed heart
He told me I could keep it-
Would I trade it for the mosaic
He saw laying at my feet?
He pointed to my broken heart,
Said that's the prettiest portrait
Of a soul I've ever seen


Details | Lyric | |

Body and Soul

Born of pain and raised on discipline,
 molded by the boundaries of the body.
 Burned by the heat of passion,
 hammered by the blows of rejection,
 torn by the pull of jealousy.
 How can one hold together?

 In the heat of our body we smith our shame
 and we temper our soul.
 We put an edge on our joy and sharpen our pain.
 With the fire of the moment,
 feed by passion,
 our bodies forge our future,
 random fashion.

 Logic streams away, like so much steam
 and there are puddles of melted reason.
 in the bodies forge leaving nothing
 to cement the soul
 and contain the passion.
 So it flares again.

 Attracted to each other by physical laws
 beyond our control we interact
 in an imperfect chemistry.
 There is no relief from uncontrolled action
 and the always unpredictable reaction.

 But with patience and time the chemistry
 becomes more perfect and less volatile.
 You learn that passion can be contained and
 that your body is more than vessel
 that holds emotions and reactions.

Born of pain and raised on discipline,
molded by the boundaries of the body.
Burned by the heat of passion,
hammered by the blows of rejection,
torn by the pull of jealousy.
Cooled in time, reinforced with experience,
welded by will and fused by love,
we hold together.


Details | Personification | |

My Aphrodite

Laying next to you by this rushing bayou I marvel in awe of  you a miracle I cant 
live without you. Graciously your beauty lifts me unforgiven your kisses breath life 
into me. No vivid metaphor of love can describe you dynamic and tremendous I'm 
unworthy of you. Harmonized forever I stand by you embrace me immaculate 
angel there is no where I'd rather be then here with you loving me.


Details | Narrative | |

The state of my heart

It’s a journey to be reconciled with the past,
especially when one’s life still carries the wound;
it’s like a running sore that permeates the soul,
a gigantic barrier, an impediment in any way.

God’s promise, “The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness did not overcome it.”   True!
Comparatively, some shades of darkness
have to be cleared and dispelled in one’s heart 
the revealing darkness that symbolizes pain,
closed windows that block God’s blessing.

Well, it’s a metaphor to the so-called ‘wound’
a kind of silhouette that’s difficult to mirror
a kind of misfortune that ruins disposition.

It’s hard to believe those who’re with God,
those who teach about love and respect,
yet, it’s a tragedy to see them on the contrary
because they live with hypocrisy and irony.

This is what I feel as I welcome the New Year,
mired in hope that someday healing takes place
such a great deal that needs love and understanding
that life may be whole again with a heart that cares.


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled 3

walking down trodden paths
craving peace
diluted, tepid, watered-down peace

etched lines on weather-beaten faces
craving release
final, open, unfettered release

crawling through today
seeking simple moments of silence
quiet, hushed, un-spoken silence

where will this road lead?
a dungeon of momentary respite
a hovel of worn-down exhaustion
where will this road lead?
from yesterday's torment
to today's promise
from past regrets
to tomorrow's solace
where will this road lead?
away from fear of regret of guilt
of grief of wrath of needling stabbing truth
where will this road lead?
now embarked upon with halting steps
gently treading between the thorns
to that transient place
not a destination
a caravan-serai of hope
a place of encompassing ease
of shackles broken
of hope released

to that abode
that elusive abode of peace


Details | Romanticism | |

Summer

 
The metaphor of
great love falls from 
a two-way kiss,
warming the coldness
of time, passing, unnoticed
by the aged rocks
lying, sacredly,
on naked island, where 
tares stoop
upon flowers, sharing 
un-scented hisses,
no one hears, but 
the sky, the birds,
the sea, the water
and every li’l thing on it,
certainly, feel the silent 
commotion of minds, giving 
death no space… 

to speak in its tongue.


Details | Free verse | |

MY FIRST POEM

 She is my first poem

I read her to enjoy the life

Her beauty is the metaphor  of the nature

I mingled in it to reach the peak of lust

Her talks are rhythm

I  memorised them to recreate my desires

Herface is beauty pool

I dwelled in it to refresh my thoughts

My collection starts from her

and will end only with her..

 

SAKTHIRAVICHANDRAN


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Love Metaphor

Kisses rival symphonies in motion
Swept me up with this potion
That masks as you
And these smiles hang in every aisle
Every corridor in my heart
And I don’t care about the distances
These unspent instances
Cause all I do is dream about talking to her
I close my eyes and I’m walking to her
On everyday is Valentine’s 

In every moment you can’t escape my mind 
Where these dreams come true with 
Every single thought of you
Speckled with heart shaped dots of hue
Not red but baby, blue
Maybe even your favourite shade of green
And in my dreams your kisses are seen
Not felt cause kisses are picture frames
Those we hang in our minds
To house memories of kisses

When kisses are wishes
Your kisses are His
Answer to my prayers
The way her eyes stare
Into me and I can see
Right into your soul
And the hole in me
You’ve filled with your love

There was a leak in my heart
A leak that reeked of lies 
Hate and hurt-filled Goodbye’s
Enter Jaimee: no more ache
The end to the heartbreak
No more crying for my soul’s sake
Just on your back angel wings
Your voice the song an angel sings
Our love metaphor these 
Kisses and the happiness it brings


Details | I do not know? | |

Acception

Is it okay if I ask you one more time?
 
Is it just my senses,
 
Or are we falling?
 
Insanity is not just a state of mind,
 
It's a sense of being,
 
And my melted strings handle it well.
 
Love is a metaphor for acception;
 
Accept things for what they are,
 
And you may feel the mordant power 
 
Of the Maiden in Her virgin spring,
 
For She loves madly!
 
Saddle the beast of Hope.
 
Does he throw you to the hot, red dirt?
 
Does he kill you?
 
He has killed me more than once.
 
Acrid sensuality has no place in this doughty soul!
 
I am not a fool to love insomuch as the daisy loves her needed sun,
 
But again,
 
I only fool myself,
 
For it is I and I alone
 
Who has learned to accept even the most unacceptable.


Details | Free verse | |

Secret of love

allow me to retort
cults swaying in the thousand aisles
banging heads off bibles and pews
hanging dead son off necks
if that child was yours
would you see it eye for eye?
grant another wish?
what a peace loving forgiven community
and how much i love them for carrying death and torture of my only son
around 
dance in denial
parade around in it 
treat me like a genie?

secret of love lies in shared inside jokes
humor of the souls
when you are in a crowd
someone says something
two people laugh
that is a secret of love
does not lie within gods power
gods power historically proven 
to take and condemn
brainwash and forsake
be hipocritical
throw around labels of insanity 
close opened doors to those in need

so get it straight

the secret of love lies in romanticism
and the million ways creatively and intelligently in riddles and layers saying 
I love you

thats why all you bible thumping whackjobs read the bible again and again and 
say something about don't judge me or other people because only god can 
judge but i know you've already judged me

so allow me to retort
I'm the happy peaceful way of keeping the population down through same sex 
marriages 
instead of going to horrific world wars
blessing upon a world not allowed to love because you have judged me
in my mind you dance like Jezebel from partners
i more careful
represent lifestyles against aids and drugs

what has your cult done?

so go ahead judge me
throw away my rights from Albert to kingdom come
in the end in the secret of love

the crime called you and how warm it is
doing you naked jumping jacks crawling through metaphor for a prayer through 
metaphor for prayer


the secret of love is not in god
it is in the time shared
it is in the beauty heart
it is in the joy of how you tell your children everything you have learned and know
the comical situational ironies and recycled dreams
inside jokes
love is a wavelength

god might say he is love
but look into the shadows of your soul 
to what you preach and what has been done 
what you do

poisoning the well
look in the mirror 
 pray to whoever you want

the truth about love lies in the knowledge

trust is not an issue
you are here to help mend  one anothers pains
not give up and let god
 that is not doing anything
cop out and god will look at you and say sorry 
you sold each other souls to Satan 
greedy game of wedding rings 
expensive ceremonies 
youre not soulmate


Details | Free verse | |

of an essence

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I never saw this coming
from the ground up
but what flights are timeless?
for what i felt I knew
but the clocks were all running
In that second of life lessons
The detection was cleverly misplaced
somewhere you left sometimes

Our bad luck was never ending
but we realised the seperation
would be our revelation
but the time was bomb of riddles
the hands of fate say hurry up and wait
And consider the truth behinf the haunted metaphor of what it means to be "them"
Somewhere you left me behind

Everybody wants after it
and I wanted it for me
the floods and fires
And all the warnings
trying not to drown or choke
trying not to burn or choke

The watch on my wrist
was naked and felt
It was going in endless circles
breaki9ng free of monotony
begging pleading in photoalbulms
no two people believe the sam thing
one of the twelve houses abandoned
somewhere you left me out on a line


Details | Free verse | |

MY memories with her

MY MEMORIES WITH HER
==================
I was eighteen aged prince of my class
Every one of class were in my squad 
None would opposed me 
There she entered as a metaphor of beauty
Iwas left alone and isolated
Everyone turned as her worshippers
to attain her love and to speak with her
My lonely separation made an wound and
that wound inspired myart of poetry
My place and my poems were highlighted
on the occasion of school day
Yes she came and admired my poetry as outstanding
Finished everything had finished there
But my love on her
continued form that days to still now
Booma, the name that conquered me from my eighteen
to my present forty three.
It will continue after sixty too.
sorry it will come up to my last sleep

SAKTHEE RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET