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Chopped Too - A Rainforest


Is This Nature's Glory As a quarry? Alone and at peace A life, a new lease I pull up a piece of land Take a little time to mend This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch  Then Lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand Never can't So I chant Let me meld Forest held Me alone a window into the future slightly opened We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned  13~11~2014 Sponsor : craig cornish Contest Name : Chopped II ********************************************************* I believe this falls within the 10 to 20 line loose suggestion. This is usually done by the sponsor because it would be difficult to read 35 epic poems and rate them. Because I wanted to create a shape if you count lines as they line up I have more then 20. If I realigned them I would have much less than 20. I believe I stayed within the spirit of the rules. However that is and should be in the hands of the sponsor. I worked very hard towrite this piece for this contest. I loved the process. I have already accomplished everything I wanted to do with this write. I watch the show Chopped all the time.The idea is to be creative with the ingredients. If there is a steak in the basket you better not just cook a steak. The point of the show is using the ingredients creatively never do the obvious. I am happy to have written this piece inspired by the contest. So thank you Craig because I am proud of this write. However below is the ten to twenty line alternative in case you would rather judge it. ********************************************************** Chopped Too - A Rainforest This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch  Then Lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand Me alone a window into the future slightly opened We are all just a moth drawn to a porch light penned  13~11~2014 Sponsor : craig cornish Contest Name : Chopped II


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In Negative Light

In the eggshell of twilight, Shadows outdistance the sun, Sharpening peaks and hallows, Honed against the sword of light. Deep in the brow of the night, I stand against the moonrise, Encrypted by the silence
11/8/14 By Carrie Richards Submitted for "Silhouettes of a Heptagonet" contest, sponsored by Nette Onclaud


Details | Narrative | |

New Road

In a new road,
Rain will fall,
Wind may blow,
Swifting our woe.

The road forever on and on,
Many paths to choose,
Many paths to take,
Home behind,
World ahead...

Through the shadows,
Through the night,
Clouds going by,
There we will lie,
Very deep,
Seeing shivered land,
Seeing the dead seas...

Through the edge,
Miles to go,
Singing by,
Darkness rising,
Vanishing light,
Hollow flourishing,
Going by,
World ahead,
Home behind...

Rain may fall,
Through the nightfall,
Through the twilight,
Through the dusk,
Through the dawn,
Beyond mountains,
Beyond stones,
Standing strong,
Wandering lost,
World ahead,
Home behing,
Paths on and on,
'Till the road comes along...


Details | Sonnet | |

Circles of slumber

The amaryllis yawns in bed of white 
The fall of day paints shadows on the rose 
Each flower is a ward of solemn night 
Their gentle sleep upon which none impose 

Beyond the halls and down the drowsy stair 
Into the hallowed stillness of the lake 
Illuminating every pebble there 
The moon believes that no one is awake 

Yet bittern watches all with eyes of gold 
Alighted new in absence of the light 
And with his lusty call so clear and bold 
He breaks the quietude and then takes flight 

A ripple in the water seeks the shore 
It meets the rocks and ripples there no more 


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 | Personification | |

Jungle by night 1

Jungle by night

In the far jungle
The big bear of darkness lay
Crouched all night on leafy ground.

It glared through eyes of
Oil lamps of far away huts.
When dawn came, it slunk away.

07/Dec/12
Form: Personification in Form ‘Sedoka’( Syllables: 5-7-7, 5-7-7 )

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Motif: Nature

For Giorgio's 'Impress me-2' 


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.


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A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


Details | Ballade | |

Feelings at dusk

Feelings at dusk

I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel glad
It’s a funny kind of thing
A kind of mellow, easy feel
 Where heart does softly sing
A melody of life’s sweet bliss
As dusk, with sleepy eyes
Seeps in so very stealthily
Looking old, but wise

I sit, and sink into this dusk
As silence comes, so still!
And Sun grows weaker all the time
So low he grows on will
He goes to where he always goes
Each day when night time comes
And tells him with the song of birds
As they signal ‘day is done!’

I sit here very silently
As pen, it scrapes white sheet
And life seems filled with mystery
As sun fades in defeat
Then misty moon takes over sky
So full, and huge and bold
Another day has turned to dusk
Such a wonder to behold!


Details | Rhyme | |

Tomorrow


The year is grey and cold,
And we bid the winter go;
So all the dark and weary world,
Will be purged of blowing snow.

Tomorrow cry the branches,
From out of their sad heart;
My closed buds will open,
With green leaves all apart.

Tomorrow sings the robin,
To pipe her song again;
Her nest filled with eggs,
Warmed in spring's soft rain.

Tomorrow bleats the sheep,
My little lambs will run;
Playing in the meadow,
Beneath the golden sun.

We too wait for tomorrow,
That spring should come to be;
For Him to weave the threads,
Of life's dark destiny.

So all the hearts grown cold,
From life's cruel time and pain;
May bloom all fresh and green,
In Springtime's soft cool rain.

For all the hollow promises,
Of sad and empty years;
Are bringing back to tomorrow's
Joy with no more tears.



Details | Rhyme | |

Oggwool Fleece

In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock

Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.

The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.

Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will 
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.

From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide

He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)

He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds

Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece

The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Calendar

Haiku Calendar 
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)

snow and more snow falls 
cold wind and more cold wind blows 
all branches are bare 

starving and weak birds 
a chill grips before sunrise 
fall from bare branches 

warm afternoon wind 
thin morning ice melts on pond 
a song bird is heard 

poppies hide in grass 
drink from early morning showers 
bees drink from open buds 

warm ruffles new weeds 
clover covers budding ground 
crickets find their song 

hawk hunts small rabbit 
green hedges give good cover 
blood drips on clover 

sun waves off dark soil 
flowers grow only in shade 
bees hive drips sweet wax 

in shade cow chews cud 
waits for dark to find water 
sleeps on top of mound 

east winds pull cool rain 
quinces bright hill flowers thirst 
streams roar then fall quite 

squirrel hides acorn 
digs hole at foot of oak tree 
barks at gray wet sky 

leaf fall from elm tree 
vacant bird nest are exposed 
geese sound over head 

deer move over trail 
fawns loose baby spots and jump 
graze on holly leafs  


Details | I do not know? | |

WOLF OF THE NORTH

Wolf of the north, I heard you howl
In the stillness of last night.
I heard you prowling around my door
On feet so soft and quiet.
Your frosty breath fell on my lawn
And turned the green to white.
Wolf of the north, I heard you howl
In the stillness of last night.
                                            
Wolf of the north, I heard you growl
In the midnight dark and deep.
The shutters trembled at your touch
And aroused me from my sleep.
How bitter are the winter nights
When through the land you creep.
Wolf of the north, I heard you growl
In the midnight dark and deep.
                                            
Wolf of the north, I know you lurk
Outside these sheltering walls.
I dread the chill of facing you
When daytime duty calls.
Your panting fogs the window panes
While swirling snowflakes fall.
Wolf of the north, I know you lurk
Outside these sheltering walls.


Details | Personification | |

I Am Moon




I am Moon Shining in the Night Softening the Earth's Darkness With my Subdued Light


Details | Villanelle | |

Blooms of Color

A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
delights the eye and heart and mind with sights which make us sigh,
blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

The forest's filled by morning light in amber and citrine
reveals the white tail doe who leaps, as blackbirds sound the cry.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between.

Upon the mossy shore of playful brook the  frogs careen
leaping past the level pads of water lilies pink near bye.
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

And men exist to fill a niche from onyx to casein
our skins transformed by natures heat under foreign skies.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.




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New Paths

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Pantoum | |

OVER THE TRANQUIL PLACE WHERE LOVE SUDDENLY GREW

Over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew,
night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together,
to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue;
we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter.


Night carved the tender image of two souls breathing together,
and it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise;
we watched the stars come much closer and get brighter,
we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise.


And it united them with deep passion and a solemn promise
as a memory which can't be easily erased or even forgotten,
we pondered the new mystery...so distant was the sunrise;
in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon.


As a memory that can't be easily erased or even forgotten,
our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss;
in awe we stood, while we could no longer see the horizon...
the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness.  


Our minds remembered the tenderness of each hug and kiss,
to delight themselves until the sky turned dark blue;
the nightingales came to listen and learn words of sweetness...
over the tranquil place where love suddenly grew.


Details | Villanelle | |

Storm Approaches

The light is absorbed within the great wall The darkness fills all that’s here completely The light condenses, becomes the dark call Rain comes crashing in with clouds quite tall There seems to be lots of insanity The light is absorbed within the great wall The wind blows, it whips around on a ball Hopelessness hits a few, fear hits many The light condenses, becomes the dark call It’s so dark, and so slick you sure might fall Sour look is from lack of tranquility The light is absorbed within the great wall Fortress that the storm emits makes you crawl The dark sky makes sure it’s light you can’t see The light condenses, becomes the dark call Storm rages, nothing about this is small Light fades fast within the dark certainly The light is absorbed within the great wall The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Russell Sivey


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Muse

Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.

Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite 
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.

Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound

calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.







 


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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 | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

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

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

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


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh then soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." 

                                                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Personification | |

Yew

Blood splashes streak the sky roseate at dawn,
and evil emeralds glint along the borders of lawns
where I stand, a green guardian, at this otherworld gate

as fire-furious sunrise rises round me.
Gold dusted daylight illuminates me anew;
the sun believing itself an innocent flower,

its florid face caught in my strangle-branch snare.
Twin faces leer and peer at me by turns:
one sneering silver, one smiling gold.

Mediumistic divinity manifests through me,
soundlessly mouthing my mythology.
Do the dark remnants of dreams torment you,

those that you tremble to touch?
Do you drink the insidious poison
of this gravestone-studded green,

piercing your hands on the toxic-tipped
needles that needle you?
Shall my silent poisons seep stealthily to you,

my resinous vapours venomous within you?
Does my necrophiliac nightmare
both magnetize and repel you?

My taproot has plundered such darkness,
penetrated such dank, sunless corners;
my rhizomes coiled in coffin-rotting soil -

roots kissing the cold mouths of corpses.
Nightly I am inhabited by the disquieting rustling
of shadowy creatures, small savage things.

Blackness bunches, bat-like, in my branches.
Journey through me, a soul so alone,
seeking eternity's deep dreamless sleep;

descending dark steps into the underworld
I guard, as the cavernous earth
closes around us soundlessly.


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten Time

Time forever going forward into the snow
time wasted
seconds, hours spun out of fingertips
forever like snow into the dark
light falling on snow
dancing, glowing for one miraculous second
then drops away into the darkness behind
and see beautifull blooming things 
flowers spinninglike the snowflakes
soaring totally free
stars streaking through the night
seconds, minutes, days 
buoyed up in a bright place
the only light in a dark world
looks like a falling star
time and space blast away
like a universe forever expanding forward
leaving only darkness
darkness and the snow

This is found poetry from words I Chose out of the book Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Romanticism | |

Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.


Details | Rhyme | |

7th Sense

I could see auras
Blotched on the walls before me
Around human heads

I could see colors
Floating around head gaily 
Like precious halos

I could smell - 1st sense
I could taste - 2nd sense
I could see - 3rd sense 
I could feel - 4th sense
I could touch - 5th sense
I could sense (intuition) - 6th sense 
Guess my seventh sense?

If you don't, that proves that your dense! 

Get the hint?
If you do, here's a cookie!
You get it? 
If you don't, shame on you...
Shame to you, 
dude or lady! 
Really now? Really? 

I could sense
When someone is ill...
Or when someone is sad...
When things go wrong...be still !
I could sense that you're mad...

I'm seventh sense
Can you guess my 7th sense?
*hint* hint* Read the first 6 lines! 
It's not that complicated! 


Details | Ballade | |

The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Ballade | |

The beauty of the way

The beauty of the way



I love these early morning hours

As the magpies sing their song

This be that certain time of day

That I feel I do belong

To everything that fills this earth

It’s a very holy time

My mind all filled with harmony

I write this little rhyme.



I write of joy, I write of love

Tis in these morning hours

When all, it feels so wonderful

And the air is filled with power

Such energy I feel within

As I sit me down and write

An ode to all that’s wonderful

My mind filled with delight.



I cannot write the way I feel

No words can really say

For words be only symbols

And the beauty of the way

Outshines all that can be wrote

You have to be in me

If you want to feel the blessed beauty

In the morn that does fill me.



27 October 22013 @ 0612hrs.






Details | Free verse | |

Dark Forthcoming

The dark skies are coming,

Dark clouds are appearing,

The wind is gusting,

Trees are fronting,

We are shunning,

We go running...

 

The dark skies are coming,

Rains are blossoming,

Nature is bumping,

They go cunning,

The sky is drumming,

Forest are burning,

We run intending...

 

Dark skies are coming,

Gusts are interfering,

Nature is in confusion,

Humanity getting in pandemonium,

Minds in disorder,

Intention unbecoming...

 

Dark skies are coming,

Darkness is rising,

Sun is fading,

It is causing an uprising,

It keeps arising,

We keep striving...

 

Dark skies are coming,

Darkness is blinding,

Gusts keep arriving,

Deception and treachery are conniving,

Pain gets agonizing,

We go crying,

You go regreting...

 

The dark skies are coming,

Mountains are crumbling,

Clounds are thundering,

Soil is spoiling,

Bodies are breaking,

Hearts are bleeding,

Birds are flocking,

Fishes are emerging,

Somethings are dying,

Humanity is surviving,

Safety is distrusted,

Most things are doubted,

Everything is happening,

The dark forthcomings are near...


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

This night fate had been decided in the moonlight
As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call-
The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post.
This sure-bet would never miss the net.


Ere his 'lift-off', our old man had whispered
Love words, and sang spiritual songs to our souls.
Not knowing that this full moonlight night trace will gulp his gullet
And he will never babel any more on this land he keep.

Home couldn't do anything but to wonder about
And soak the floor with our tears.

What an unbelievable seizure of the soul!
Do this means our man had parted this world
And we would see him no more until the final world?

This moon mustn't go in
Before his body 's laid (down)to rest
As his faith demanded.

Should this be a bright moonlight night to spare?

Note;
***sure-bet, compulsory striker- death
***home- family
***our man, old man- Elder


Details | Lyric | |

Dear Lover

Written September 8, 2013


Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved

But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh these early morning hours

Inspired by a comment I just read from Monterey


Oh, these early morning hours

In these early morning hours
I feel just like a king
There is something magical
About every single thing
I feel so totally alive
I’m filled with mystery
In these early morning hours
I feel so very free.

When I take my big dog out
To walk the silent streets
And the moon is big and bright
Oh my, it feels so sweet
I am the world, the world is me
In these early morning hours
I am filled with ecstasy
As I feel this heady power.

When those birds begin to sing
Because they know it’s dawn
And the sun, it peeps on down
To herald in the morn
Oh, what a sense of total wonder
Takes over all of me
In these early morning hours
That’s when I’m really me.

11 May 2014 @ O525hrs.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Green Haloed Glow

The nearly full moon's haloed glow
Doesn't cast shadow on hedgerow
For it's almost hidden by dark clouds
Eerily peeks through leafless willow

The night's darkness could be shroud
Coat all eve's creatures in velvet proud
All that eerie green glow_which frights
Came out from behind thundercloud

Dark night laced by cobalt and black
Hinders my vision of few stars on track
Leave the dark come to inside lights
Avoid demoniac counterattack 

Sponsor:Craig Cornish
Contest: Night-Dark_Black_Happy_Sad
This one is somewhat of a interlocking
Rubaiyat


Details | Blank verse | |

night

                          

                a full October moon
                twinkles silver stars 
                through an old corn field 
              passing spirits unseen yet felt

               Mice scatter through the maze 
              an oak scented fire fills the breeze
               apple cider held with a lovers warmth
               the magical misty lustful night


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Rainy Day In Georgia

Menacing dark clouds
Sky covered in gray shawl
Sun peaks through then gone
Hope does not linger
Rain will continue

Mountain ridge of
Army tank green
Light soft beauty 
Crown of dark clouds

Beheld gift
Of beauty
For moment

Dampness
Covers

Fog


Details | Haiku | |

silent night

silent night,
   bat fleeting,
       and gloom.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stormy Waters

I love to be me and that's a good sign,
When the wind is flying with this heart of mine;
It taps at the window with cold mournful chill,
Chasing the leaves that dance down the hill.

The sky’s dark and cloudy, the sea's white with foam,
And seagulls are screaming as they fly back home;
The boat’s wild tossing as she flies in the gale,
Rises on the waves as the wind fills her sail.

I'm just a woman trapped here on shore,
A soul that is longing for each breaker's roar;
The heart beats restless with the winds that blow,
Where ever she flies is where I want to go.

The gulls fly the heavens far beyond shore,
Winging the skies with clouds evermore;
Fly with the tempest a gypsy heart true,
There's joy in the peril as you fly in the blue.

The oceans that thunder lift dark waves to pray,
And tempests that shriek take the breath away;
The foam that flies will cover the land,
And take the small footprint out of the sand.


Details | Narrative | |

my companions

 
My only companions are my dreams my only friends Who call out for me their voices a melody for me to fallow save me my friends from this Dark World Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark and when make love to the dark embracing it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists To speak a truth one does not want to hear And still make them hear tote truth Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits Those elusive things some call souls Not knowing how to talk with them, we converse Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them I feel the hands brush against my skin As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER ,and from the masters I learn lore and flight for though I have no wings still I fly with them Trees teach of patience And the earth’s presence and how to care her Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots As my branches wither Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart, it’s betrayals, loves, comforts how to guard the heart, and still feel for they know best, its mysterious ways Whilst my heart, mind and body scream Scream for release from this reality To dreams and the worlds found through their doorways Call out to me my friends save me from those who ridicule me who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel I know not how long I have left For my blood screams for vengeance To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies where none but you can reach me SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!! I long for your embrace your fiery breath the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine the pack running singing the songs that change me to your likeness the sleep where my heart lies in your hands as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened you cleaver teachers I lust for your wisdom and the peace you bring me please come open the doorway to the forests and the fire moors save me my friends
this is also a personification


Details | Rhyme | |

On that dark alley

On that dark alley, the wind whispered Listen, it said, I am the bringer of news Goosebumps on my arms, I stood and heard This creepy voice and looked for signs of cues None came except this cold voice, so angered! That dark night, I shook with fright Yet obedient, I gave the wind my audience I am sick, it said, sick of this birthright You humans, have taken to abhorrence Look at the plight of this providence! Pollution, everywhere and anywhere Nowhere, can I flow as free as air Nor can I breathe purity Nor can I sense chastity What has happened to humanity? As the wind lamented, my fright disappeared It shook and pity overwhelmed my heart But the wind talked once more, as I feared I shall bring forth destruction and down shall be those smart Those who think the world is made up of their sole part! Be prepared, it continued, be prepared for the havoc The world should be cleaned in each block I shall do so via a shock The time shall come with the clock Be prepared for the rejuvenation! On that dark alley, my blood turned cold And my heart for my likes become hard Even if with love and care it is mould I pray for the coming of the Bard The one to cure the world of this negativity!
Placed 3rd in the contest.... :)


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


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Under A Tree

Under a tree the leaves fall
Around a dark blue the tree is tall
Upon the tree the truth falls
Into a dark lake beyond the darkness
But the truth will rise and be strong 
When you see the light within the tree
You will see the light is the way to go and
Leave the dark path alone 

A poem from my 12 year old son


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NIGHT

Netherworld eclipsing the land of the living,
Invading the space not owned by the dead;
Grim hues take the land with force unforgiving,
Happily forcing the living to bed.
The living sleep 'til the horizon turns red.


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The Blue

Dubieties engulf all around
 As the brume in the dawn
  Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud  
_________________________________

Songs soon sing from the sky
 The common notes that play
  When it’s about to drop wet
 Upon human’s bower.

It’s wonted (by this time) to descry 
 Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.

In the mood of the inclement
 It’s sparse to hear
  Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound 
  Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.



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.





Details | Ottava rima | |

Nature at Dusk

The sun reached a low point within the sky Creating skewed color schemes through the trees Grass becomes quite darker, I can’t deny Within the sunlight the highest plant sees It’s a dark purple where it does imply The approaching darkness is what achieves Only little light remained to now show Showing its last power, holds what we know Russell Sivey


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As the daylight comes

As Daylight comes

The scented Eucalyptus tree
With Banksia by her side
Does shine beneath the fading sun
On this evening deified
As I watch the gleaming river flow
Past giant tingle trees
My mind fades into nothingness
To let the soul roam free.

This river, like a gentle dream
Creates serenity
To the ending of a perfect day
As I, Alone with me
Do venture where heart only goes
As soft green branches dance
With grace, upon the evening breeze
These surroundings to enhance.

A man below secures canoes
As small dog bold, and playful
Gives chase to ducks who waddle off
Then the evening growing cool
Brings on that silence only felt
At the ending of each day
I witness all with mind at ease
As blue skies fade to grey.


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Loveless

Loveless

Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious


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Shades of Night

In the edge of darkness the mind has strange thoughts
As to what lurks behind things not seen
We can imagine the worse in our minds
Or simply sit back and listen to the sounds of the night
On the other hand we can have it give us fright
In the edge of darkness we can remain calm and cool
And drink in the dark surrounding our soul
What we cannot see can have the imagination
Hang on a bare thread 
The heart can have a moment where it feels
Like hammers drumming a solo  beat
Running scared and not sure from what
Take the beauty of the night now --- imagine
The full moon hanging low from the heavens
The stars twinkling lighting up the skies
The beauty of the northern lights dancing
Truly a spectacular view
So from sinister to it's own dark beauty
The night remains just what it seems to you.





21/07/12


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Sunset

Sunset

This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.





 



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Scarred Dusk

A wolf cries for the goddess of the night
in the distant hallows of sound,
yet reality's claws rips fantasy with fright
and dreams between its teeth, ground.

Still the dark of death has not yet settled
for dusk still bleeds,
the scarlet tears into lakes and rivers and seas mingled
like wrists slit to sign creeds.

Pain is not to last long
for time heals the slights
and mourning should turn to song,
but the days will die and so will lights.

Night approaches the threshold of time
and heaven's wounds are healing
in a show so sublime,
one notices not the danger's gleaming.

Finally the light gives up life.
The final breath slips out from it's husk.
Ominous and eerie, night's knife 
plunges into the heart of scarred dusk.


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My morning story

Morning story

Here’s my story of the mornings
This be my perfect time of day
First I must do my meditation
I would not start, no other way
When this is done, I greet the morning
With my feet like feathers filled
Walking down the sleepy highway
Or walking round some velvet field

No daily noise, it can be heard now
Human kind they sleep so sound
In being swathed in morning softness
Oh such solace can be found
Sky alight with loves pure beauty
Little dots there passing by
Morning magic, it be coming
As night time begins to die

Soon the creatures will be coming
The morning will fill up with song
Birds will say their morning prayers
And all the world will just belong
The fountains with their melody
Will join in with that happy crowd
All the silence will be shattered
Yet still be here, so sweet and loud.

Then the day comes crashing in
Voices, voices every where
It’s another magic moment
The whole world knows when day is there
Better get my mind to doing
Let’s write down a song or two
All the world is filled with magic
Each moment it be so brand new.

29 June 2013 @ o545hrs.



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It's There We Fare To Die

The dead red barn and dark dead shed, 
Betwixed and between we fare to die-- 
The broken windmill fills the fallow hill. 

In the never-ending wend of wind 
The salt-spray frays once-baited nets  -
We thus discuss the rough of sea 

Against men's centered strength of will-- 
This spill of will predictive still 
When man must conquer monster tourqoise blue, 

Wed by tempests true--to the red dead barn, 
The dead dark shed and fallow hill; 
Betwixed and between--it's there we fare to die. 



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In my summer meadow

In my summer meadow

Lavender colored milkweeds, growing between dark  purple butterfly peas, are 
perfuming the warm air. 
The color combination is especially pleasing to me; I love purple.
Perfectly round globes of milkweed are a magnet for bees, butterflies and a variety 
of other insects. I see lightening bugs among them. 
The buzzing of bumblebees, wasps and honeybees is accompanied by the chirping 
of crickets and the happy twittering of the meadow birds. 
Yellow Sweet Clover lends it's perfume to the summer symphony of soothing scents.
Tall spikes of blooming Johnson grass sways dreamily in the bright sunlight.
Right in the middle of a soft pink wild rose bush, a bright red butterfly weed is the 
center of activity for many species of colorful butterflies. A brilliant blue"Two-barred 
Flasher”  flaps it's wings as fast as a hummingbird, while the orange-brown Buckeye 
rests peacefully.
Next to the roses, a blackberry bush is promising juicy, dark berries soon, while the 
Mulberry trees are already providing a welcome sweet snack for birds, deer and 
bunnies. 
A patch of wide- open orange daylillies is a cheerful spot over at the edge of the 
trees and an emerald- green hummingbird enjoys their offerings.
There is so much life and beauty in a small patch of meadow! 
I love it!


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A World of Color

My world is painted in colors bright,
Vibrant hues from dark to light.
My skies are blue, as blue can be,
With fluffy white clouds floating lazily.

The dawn arrives in a golden glow,
A glorious awakening, a wondrous show.
And with the dusk, the day's demise,
Red velvet melds with purple skies.

Shades of green grow all around;
Emerald, olive, sage abound.
From forest dark to pale grass green,
Amazing landscape can be seen.

A floral palette paints the view,
With vivid colors of rainbow hue.
Purples, pinks, yellows, reds,
Oranges, blues fill my beds.

My world is never just black and white.
It's filled with color day and night.
And I am thankful to God above,
For creating these beautiful colors I love. 

7/24/12
For Tracie's "Paint the World" contest


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Haiku 10 - tree lizard puffing chest, fireflies dancing, buzzing bee

perched on the branch tree lizard puffs up its chest like a balloon dancing in the dark fireflies paint lines of light in exquisite designs a buzzing bee the sleeping dog awakens then bolts from the room


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Eternal Dream

When I begin to meditate
About the life before now
And the life that is due to prevail
Deep in this thought
I heard calls from no where
 Chanting into my ears
A note of warning
“Don’t let the trees surrounding
 This wide fence fall”
Amid this puzzling call
I unearth from a far
Mix voices flaunting a goal
“We will not sheathe our swords
Until all our desires come to pass”
In between these dilemma I inquire
On whose command will lives live?

20/6/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

DREAMS OF LIFE

ONE  WILL  DREAM                                                                                                           
ONE DAY WILL SHARE DREAMS
ONE DAY WILL SING 
ONE DAY WILL SING TOGETHER
ONE DAY WILL WALK
ONE DAY WILL WALK TOGETHER
ONE DAY WILL HAVE MEMORIES 
ONE DAY WILL HAVE MEMORIES TOGETHER
ONE DAY WILL SMILE
ONE DAY WILL SMILE TOGETHER 
ONE DAY WILL ASK 
ONE DAY WILL WONDER 
ONE DAY WILL TALK 
ONE DAY THEY WONT LISTEN
*BUT I HAVE ONE QUESTION*!!!!!IF YOU WERE TO SLEEP TONIGHT AND NEVER WAKE UP WOULD YOU BE PROUD OF WHO YOU BECAME ,WHO YOU WERE,WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TILL THAT MOMENT ??CAUSE IF NOT YOU MUST WAKE UP FROM YOUR DREAMS !


Details | Free verse | |

Return to the Womb

Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking, 
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Redemption 
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring


Details | Haiku | |

Darkness and Chaos

Darkness has fallen
cloaking the world in shadows
so mysterious

letting in chaos
to rule and conquer the night
until break of day


Details | Cinquain | |

This Song -Cinquain,Haiku,Cinquain

( Modern Cinquain/Haiku/Modern Cinquain) This song I hear in the Wind moves me sadly so much As the rain dresses the ground with Dead leaves Now the trees are bared Announcing the birth of white snow And the end of fall Right now There's only this cold Burning my heart so hard But soon I'll hear a brand-new song I know. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright2007 September,24,2014


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A Storm's Wrath

A Storm's Wrath 

thunder from dark, dark skies once were they brilliant blue
 swirling are the leaves that mighty wind has now thrown
buckets of cold hard rain the starved earth does quench
 as gliding winged eagles do fly among the darkened clouds
strong waves of storm's might pushing them soaring all about
 as lightning strikes objects resting tall upon sodden ground
life marvels at Nature's massive stormy blasts and loud show
 hiding now are the creatures that earlier were out to play
spiteful wind rips the trees that stand defiantly in it's way
 floods fill the deep burrows where so many wild critters hide
with no fear of Nature's wrath and it's dark, stormy wet ride
 time stops Nature's wrath slowly gliding along it's endless path...

Robert L. 05-13-2014


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Obscure Dreams

Luminous countenance obscurity awaits,
Impending dusk contemplates.
Engorged sphere rests in celestial stillness,
Enlightening the unwillingness.
Onyx canvas awaits the magical spell,
Fortunes foretold yearning to tell.
Amber glow come forth boldly bright,
Keep company the iridescent stars tonight.
The patterned heaven holds a fairy-tale,
Baptized with zodiac's astral braille.
Bespangling sparkles twinkle a tune,
Basking in the light of phasing moon.
Calling forth Aurora Borealis,
Illuminated chilled spatial palace.
Planets dance around sun fires,
Painting tales of brilliant sapphires.
Waltzing  through time on lunar-beam,
Once upon a sage oracular dream.
Etched in ancient Stonehenge rock,
Historic Remnants, that  ne'er be forgot.


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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Ballad | |

DARK FOREST

The lakes edge 
Shone in silver light 
A moon , so bright, 
in a dark forest night 

The moon rose silently 
In a clear starlight sky 
The creatures of the night 
Came out in a dark forest, 
to play, in moonlight 

Such unnaturally tall trees, 
with no branches in sight 
No leaves 
Stood still 
In a dark forest 
Under moonlight 

As I drew closer 
The tall trees were all in a row 
No branches in sight 
I pulled away the tangled vines 
I could see... 
Masts, spars ropes and lines 

The ships! 
The wood in which a ship is made 
Returned to the dark forest 
Where the keel was shaped and laid 

The wooden ships that carried the Heartstone 
Across a sea, so blue 
Had returned to a forest 
That the timbers once knew 

When a ship comes to die 
It must return 
To where its timbers were born 
A ship to lie.... 
Amongst the trees 
The masts, swaying in a gentle breeze 

The whispering trees 
Took the ships 
Took the wood 
Made it their own 
As any magic could 

In a dark forest 
Graceful ships of wood 
No longer hear the sea roar 
instead of sails they once wore 
They hear birds singing 
Leaves rustle 
Masts creaking 

Ships, run aground 
In a dark forest 
Back to wood 
Back to trees 
Waiting to be found 
Leaves replaced sails 
Spars became branches 
Became something new 


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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Shadows in the Fog

In the middle of the dark, cloudy day The fog follows out into the grey mist The rolling fog goes around the sharp bend Showing itself to all within the midst Seen are the shadows deep inside the fog Just some dark spaces that disturb the grey No colors are revealed within the dark Just overwhelming presence, where it lays The pitfalls of the dark splotches throughout Leaves one to break into lots of despair Daylight fails to reach into cloudy depths The shadows in the fog bring disrepair
Russell Sivey


Details | Couplet | |

Malicious Miracles

A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow. 

Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.

Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow. 

Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes

Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace. 

Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus. 

Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains. 
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.

- Yours Truly


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Days

The morning fog settles low to the ground.
The clouds above are black and grey.
Thunder roars a mighty sound.
As I awake, no sun today.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Lightning strikes electrify.
Slicing through the great black sky.
Clouds continue to roll in,
keeping speed with the wind.
As I awake, no sun today.
Rain slaps hard at my windowpane.
The forecast tells of dark days.
Thunder shakes the walls in my room.
It rains and rains until the rise of the moon.
The wind begins to whistle a tune.
Forecast calls for dark days.
I hope its not a hurricane.
Wind spins the weathervane.
Trees fall across the lane.
I hope its not a hurricane.


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Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye


Details | Acrostic | |

November

Now the winter has arrived,
Our breath suspended in the cold winter air.
Very soon the snow will blanket the ground.
Early sunsets are no longer rare.
Morning's dark when we arise.
By the time work's done, its dark again.
Every glimpse of sun is a prize.
Rain is upon us now....snow and rain.


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

The end of the world — 
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

A SMALL PEACH TREE

The emerald and still evening
lures the crescent moon rising,
to make a small peach tree shine
as if it were already daytime;
it even invites the brutal wind
to lash it so that its flowers
would lose their pretty petals...
then one of them starts to descend,
others sadly follow behind to resemble Autumn leaves...
who has sympathy for a small peach tree which grieves?



The enchanted, star-draped sky
watches the white petals fall off the small peach tree 
into the lake that earlier reflected its flowery image;
isn't it enraged by the wind's ravage? 
Its anger can last until the deep shadows wane and die:
that's when light will restore harmony.


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Petals In The Wind "

on 1/ 15/ 2012


Details | Haiku | |

a piercing of night

a bit of the moon shines on through the deep darkness a piercing of night
Russell Sivey


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THE SOFTNESS OF THE RESPLENDENT MOONLIGHT

Rainy nights have hidden
the friendly moon that visited my flowery window;
that was two seasons ago...
when I told her big secrets and didn't conceal pain.


The red-eyed owls watched me strangely and pitied my loneliness;
was I insane for staying up so late? 
But sleep was like tasting real death...
I asked myself the same question, " Why dream until daybreak? "


The softness of the resplendent moonlight 
must return on the same hour, and paint this sad face with silver moonbeams;
only then my dark night will turn bright... 
to relive those summer's nights again and give life to another dream that gleams. 


Details | Pantoum | |

The Ocean Breathes

cymbals crash with frothy force
from dark shadows lurk jagged claws
volcanic sand gritty and coarse
moon beams off a barnacle laced jug
from dark shadows lurk jagged claws
shinny minnows in steady breaths
moon beams off a barnacle laced jug
in secluded pools the jelly fish dance
shinny minnows in steady breaths
volcanic sand gritty and coarse
in secluded pools the jelly fish dance
cymbals crash with frothy force


Details | Free verse | |

GROWING UP

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.


Details | Couplet | |

What I Would like to forget

What I Would Like to Forget

The stench of me was putrid and gagging
For the black white varmint had made its marking
As I realized the volatile sensations erupting with in
Stupid I was having spooked the skunk at my garbage can
Odor no other equates to such pungency and frustration
For throughout my taste buds its musk engulfed my aggravation  
Having permeated seven layers saturated deep- I did scrub
My bath I did linger five days in the tub
Damn the experience which I would like to forget
I’ve learned at night to stay put in front of my TV set


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE OF STORM part II

like an eye of a needle,
so hard to get through.
weather that cripple,
a tale to no end of tomorrow.
center of risks,
urgency of interests.
havoc in the eye of the storm;
above and beyond the call of the norm,
no light  at the end of the tunnel of the storm,
passing through the malevolency of times,
flight or strike,
challenge of a fight.
unlimited total of chaos,
unaware of the cause.
unprepared for the lost;
similar to a bad ruse,
no difference in gathering calmly in the storm.


Details | Lanterne | |

Caseinlan IV

Ugly
Stormed the cloud
Rammed locomotion
Dashed the leftover of hope
Hideous




23/1/2014


Details | Ballade | |

The Darkness cometh

The darkness cometh.

Children talking in the background
Fountain gurgles out a tune
Sky is dark and grey and cloudy
Tonight we will not see no moon
Soon the day will turn to darkness
All is kind of silent, still
The dusk it always makes me wonder
And I guess it always will.

I will sit here for an hour
Then go in and watch the news
I love to feel the closing daytime
And maybe if I had to choose
I'd sit and wait till morning wakes up
There's something in the night time that
Fills my soul with so much wonder
I think that night time's where It's at

Here it comes, the sky grows darker
Little birds begin to sing
They say goodnight then off they wander
The darkness shadowing their wings
I think that rain will soon be coming
Maybe it will rain all night
I love my bed in cold wet winter
it's cosiness gives me delight.

19 July 2012 at 1400 hrs






Details | Lyric | |

The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


Details | Quatrain | |

October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


Details | Verse | |

My Painted World

           The day goes dark but not black,
With undefined twilight blinking through the night
        the beacons of hope,ambience of peace
       Gloomy hope with cyan coloured mind
              walking on brown sandy beach
     as ripples of love cover the dark blue sea
        Magenta thrush sings beautiful lyrics
            which makes the violet herons
         to hover round the littoral zone
       As I settle on an amber camp bed
       beside my Orange skinned lover
            She was lost in thought
        as the breeze whistles along
Which makes my affection so strong
    I look at her and her scarlet cap
      and feel like giving her a tap
She makes my world go round and round
      In her,plenty pleasures abound
With these feelings I fell into a trance
    Even if I am not full of exuberance
I `ve seen my world surrounded by green fields with purple hibiscus
The white sun shines with great intensity
Which makes the red rose to bloom in the yellow garden of bliss
                This world I float in  is...
more precious and golden to me than pink diamond.



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Details | Rhyme | |

Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


Details | Ballade | |

Seeing by starlight

Seeing By Starlight.

I’m strolling on this clear, dark night,
All fancy free, dog by my side
I love to walk these lonely streets
My senses sharp, and open wide
The darkness even bolder now
‘Cause no moon rides the sky
And I just want to drink it in
Don’t want the scene to die.

I look up at the velvet sky
And I see a million gems.
And then I see a shooting star!
{Now and then you see them}
As I behold the mystery,
Of that milky kind of grey.
That space where lies, all mystery
They call the Milky Way.

The trees they look like coal black shadows,
And the grass trees growing there,
They look like people of the night,
All lurking everywhere.
They even spook our sherry girl,
[She’d make no killer dog]
But oh that feel there in the air!
Be this the breath of God??

About 1993.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LIGHT COMING FROM THE DARK HOUSE

The fields of wheat have grown tall,
and the path is almost invisible,
and over there the little girl stares 
at the light coming from the dark house.


She wonders who lives in that big, scary house,
which only the owls watch from a roof color maroon; 
and while there's no sign of the iridescent moon, 
its silver moonbeams startle a scurrying mouse. 


" Who lives there? " " Is he the graveyard keeper? "
" Why only one window is lit? " She suspiciously asks herself
by not going forward a foot, thinking of turning back
and be safe at home...dreaming of her adorable heart-breaker.  


Imagine if this frightening scenery were real,
she would run like a hunted zebra and scream her lungs out,
discovering that the light coming from the dark house is used for a kill...
and the murderer is none other than the rabbit eater with a voice so tart!


Details | Rhyme | |

Between the Trees in the Dark Forest...

Between the trees in the dark forest,
Called a voice filled with fear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Everything was dark, and nothing was clear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Flowers cried immortal tears,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Frightened whispers, that's all you can hear,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
Torment is all you see,
Between the trees in the dark forest,
You can still find some mercy....


Details | Haiku | |

Stars

Morning stars so bright
A gift from so far away
That moment is gone


Details | Cowboy | |

Moccasin Moon

It slides softly in the night sky,
That pale moccasin of the moon—
It lights up a snow-bleached prairie—
Whispering summer comes too soon.

We trace the trail of coyotes—
Avoid the dark dens of the bear—
The full light of your white footprint
Lures us now to your fatal lair.

Oh, we chant into the black dome
Of all the things that used to be—
There’s no more Indian summer—
Long gone are Cree and Cherokee.

Yet, still the silky stealthy tread
Brings back images bright and keen—
Of lost Native Americans
Where so few are now seldom seen.

But moons do not let us forget
All the wild blood shed on both sides—
As we trace steps of moccasins
To where the dark of the moon hides.

Yes, it walks gently in tall sky,
That faint moccasin of new moon—
So gently it illuminates
As we dance mutely to its tune.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Under the Moon and Stars

Camping in a beautiful green glade on a warm June night the darkness was total,
Every place and scene on this still and thoughtful night unlocked it's essence,
Every spot has its own sentiment and each one with a rich and peculiar perfume,
The leafy scent of trees the smell of forest turf an earthy odor  deep and rich.

Caught on a light breeze was the fragrant breath of sweetbrier natures perfume,
We had the delicious effusion from a clover or bean-field a lingering fragrance, 
At our canvas tent we had the warm rich smell of peat on a red glowing wood fire,
A smell that tells you that it is the end of the day so just rest, talk and enjoy,

We could hear crickets that singing in the hedge surrounding the dark leafy glade,
A night thrush in an old elm that over canopies our tent, silhouetted by the moon,
There is a balmy softness in the air and the other trees stand in shadowy masses,
These shadowy masses seem to listen to the still and musing black skies above them.

Near is a soft gloom beneath umbrageous hedges, how soft, beautiful is a June night,
What can equal this pleasant feeling in this dark camp the smell of burning meths's,
The moon beams down like a celestial creature the evening stars burns with radiance,
As I lay in my sleeping bag and shut my weary old eyes this moment will last forever.


Details | Haiku | |

Midnight

The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!


Details | Rhyme | |

Hunger Of The Wild

Wolves are howling in the midnight mist,
like a scorned lover who had just been kissed.
Their howls are deep and profoundly heard,
dragging their prey that's just been lured.
Tearing through flesh with all of their might,
satisfying their hunger with one jagged bite.
The smell of death is lingering in the air closely by,
while vultures are soaring in the dark stromy sky.
Lightning is flashing in the clouds up high,
while thunder is booming as the wolves hungerly cry.
Rain cascades down at  a hard fast pace,
while the wild of the forest crave just one more taste.
Winds are raging blowing hard and fast,
while the wolves carry away their remaining stash.
The sky grew clear the winds have stopped,
as the wolves prance on a ground that's just been sopped.
Falling asleep satisfied with their feast,
awaiting their hunger on the next big beast.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


Details | Quatrain | |

Night

I love the night from dusk 'til dawn, 
It's the only time to carry on 
with thoughts and dreams still unachieved, 
my whole life plan at night conceived. 

No light's distractions, no buzz of sound, 
my conscious clears while ideas abound. 
Sleep does not come for me with ease, 
Time hypnotic is knowledge less seized. 

What is it that makes me insightful those hours? 
Is a great truth revealed by some higher power? 
I think fate is set when the mind is most clear 
of petty thoughts which by night disappear. 

But as the hours count down to day's early light, 
some find it ironic to be enlightened at night. 
Yet I find strength to arise and start the dead day, 
knowing that night is not far away!


Details | Free verse | |

Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Morning Lark

The night so dark yet the morning lark
Sings night go, go, stay, stay away,
As the pale morn light

Begins to rise lighting up the skies
Turns from black, black, white, white again
And the Sun has won.

Day passes on and before too long
From bright light, light, dark, dark returns,
until just pre dawn.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pruning Roses

In the back garden near the trellis wall,
Roses bloom from spring to fall.
Except for one black rose in the sea of red,
Ebony seemed to seed the dread.

Thorns seemed sharper then the rest,
Birds,squirrels and bunnies avoided the mess.
Downing thick gloves with a determination,
I strut with confidence to preform the alteration.
 
I hummed as I trimmed the spiny vines back,
But in the morning there stood three roses black.
Puzzled, I wasn't quite sure,
If pruning them was the cure.

But, shaking a stubborn head,
Decided again to prune instead.
By next morning though I stared with disbelief,
Black roses covered the wall, "Good Grief"!

and as I pondered this confounded mystery,
I so wanted this dilemma to be history,
As I stared from the back door, a brave little bunny,
Frolicked too near so cute and quite funny.

When suddenly, vines snatch its prize,
As I watched it disappear before my eyes.
I heard one little yelp then it was silence,
Shock so profound to see such violence.

Trying not to make any sudden move,
Dropping the shears, the roses wouldn't approve
Fear however isn't so easy to squelch,
As vines gave a shutter and shared a loud belch.


Details | Rhyme | |

It'll Be Noon Soon

The sun is sprouting in the sky
Blue birds and sparrows floating high
Shooting like gadgets...far above control
Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

Sun is casted on the other side of the earth
Noon soothes the atmosphere...despite the night's awakening moment
Gouge the light and turn it to night
Because it holds on to the bright sight

Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

I reassure you...let it come true
It'll be noon sooner than you think
Think of the sunset falling in the misty, moody noon
Don't you act like a babbling baboon
Be still for a millisecond...soon your wish will come to pass
Glance out into wondrous appeals
Watch the light seal itself into gloomy noon

Dance dramatically on the dance floor
It'll turn noon's gloom to glamorous light
Dazzling inspiration sprinkles in a talent that could show off what it could magically do
Soon, that dandy light will come upon you

Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

Wish upon a sunlit sunset
It'll come to pass
Time won't scurry so fast

Drift in dwelling pleasures
Fulfilling your tugging endeavors

You were born at noon time
So, let it be noon soon


Details | Rhyme | |

SPACE

Gaze deeper into the peaceful midnight sky,
aren't the diamond-shaped stars beautiful angels' eyes?
They turn everywhere and with their cheerful smiles,
they immediately hush the loudest baby's cry.  


Feel safe when staring at them, awesome thoughts they infuse;    
even darkness won't be that scary when you'll dream,
Nature's force will make a gentle breeze blow...
spreading the roses' fragrance as fireflies gleam!
Trust angels that descend with wide wings to bemuse,
never hold back joy when they smile as children and glow.


Imagine being alone in soundless and infinite space,
spinning around as a planet does hanging in awesome and indigo skies,  
but as dazed as a scientist discovering a distant place...
you'll think that the diamond-shaped stars are beautiful angels' eyes.    






Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | Quatrain | |

Spark of an Owl

The night is still dreary, a grey sky Dismal and cold, a usual winter night There isn’t much hope within the wind Nothing exists save for a special light In fact there are two of them, in a tree They’re reflections from the eyes of an owl In the grey backdrop they glow so bright Like an animal that is on a prowl The owl is the spark of pure energy Shining within its soul, beyond the dark Taking the darkness to higher heights Putting life in the grey, just to embark The tree within the fog is barely seen But the owl’s eyes are bright, a mighty sight One can hear the hoots of the owl around But what he emits from his eyes is white I may not see in the depths of the night And the evening might be grey with dismay However his eyes bring forth hopeful sight A beam of life within the darkness’s cliché
Russell Sivey


Details | Senryu | |

Eternal Cycle

Midnight has fallen,
Fated to be overrun
By bright, sunlit skies.

But Dawn also breaks;
And Daylight is forced to fade,
So Night might rise.

Eternal cycle
Unbroken for centuries,
Until the sun dies.


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My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


Details | ABC | |

love child

tempted mistress bore a son
acid spit from serpents tongue
sinners sin with no remorse
natures crule and twisted course
passions lust fades away
embedded in the soul to stay
pain conceived of rage
trapped with in a lovers cage
hatreds blade sheds scarlet tears
glaring eyes, ringing ears
adultery's sorrowed tail
an innocents life impaled


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Has Spring Sprung

Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese, or picking up family?

Looking at the calender I see we are getting into mid March and days are longer,
Could it be that the winter has lost its sharp teeth and the might of frosts gone,
A thousand welcomes to Spring but it cannot bring back youth or thicken my hair,
Or enable us to offer the first gathered violets to dear souls in their heavens.

The fowled of the farm yard lay, the pheasants crow in the copse the ring dove coos,
The linnet and the gold finch sing while man looks to fences and drains and water levels,
Next is ploughing and sowing, pruning and planting and talking of good years gone,
Spring stirs all with her mighty influence from the depths of the soil and heart.

So spring is with us and she will throw off one dark and gloomy coat after another,
And spring will chase away winter with his hardly wrinkled face and keen eye for beauty,
It is march rough yet pleasant, vigorous and strong with hope and strength and lovely voice,
His gales will come rushing and sounding over forest and lea and shake nature wide awake.

The tacamahac shows off its long furry green catkins, the mezereon its clustered blossoms,
Then the splendid red China rose unfolds itself to the fresh air, and green pastures return,
Coltsfoot and cardamine embellish old fallows and the star of Bethlehem gleams in the woods,
Crocus spreads around like a purple flood over the old established meadows, spring is sprung.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

American Progress

Run, you savages! Columbia the Combine is coming!
She harvests the fruits of nature too dark and ripe.
Her pale, white skin juxtaposed against her dark intent
Will show you what she really wants:
“Surrender, demons!” she cries.

Her minions follow suit, those wild-white settlers.
Behold, even the sun rises in the east and forces you west,
Getting rid of the darker clouds and darker people.
Although your bison is strong, her locomotive wins.
The landscape is golden, as if transitioning from
The transparent nature to an opaque shroud.

Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a return to nature,
Unadulterated, unblemished, uncorrupted,
No Columbia.

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This is about the 1872 painting "American Progress" by John Gast.


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Suprise

I am so intrigued with my minds wandering
The deposits of endurance only keep me awake
The criminal element of my soul is yearning 
Have I dreamed this adventure?
The killing fields littered with bodies 
Too much blood to digest, the animals circling, lust in their eyes
My sense of right and wrong altered
In another state of mind
Go to the tower recognize your width
The eve of tomorrow is here not in the distant future
You are the one element of nature to reclaim your right
Murder is a word only in your competitive nature
Gain the advantage crush the only thing that keeps you alive 
The fall winds are shifting, the moon is so full
It's as if you can't come back It's deep in your soul
Breathe, breathe take everything you can
Your life is about to transcend 



Details | Free verse | |

Do Not Disturb

          Do Not Disturb

While walking through the bush one day
Hot sun burning the planet to a cinder
I happened upon a black mamba snake
When I say “happened upon” I mean stepped upon
The creature had no legs or toes or shoes
It knocked me off my feet with one swift strike
Signs all over nature read, “Do Not Disturb”
If only I could read I would have read them
Instead I’m feeling a little woozy 
Thinking about a nap
Perhaps a cracker with some tea would perk me up
With luck I might make it to supper by three
Or the cemetery
 


Details | Rhyme | |

RAIN

RAIN

 
To quench the thirst of this blazing earth,
The doors of heavens opened and inhabitants of earth celebrated their rebirth.
                                                                                             
In thousands radiant, sparkling rain drops poured
While the dark sky above did roared. 

Trees, plants & herbs radiated their lush green colour dark
Tiny ants and insects took shelter in its wet bark.

Lightning, thunderstorms, like trumpet blew
Welcoming the new world and giving the scorching heat adieu.

Birds made merry and created veritable bedlam
Water filled in rivers, seas and dams.

It fell and swept the dust of this dusty earth
Fell like cleaning the sin of this heinous world.

And suddenly sun appeared from behind the dark clouds
Rain now slowed down, termites and ants left their mounds.
                                                                                                        
Rain drops like tiny prisms
Glorious and marvelous of all seasons,
Proliferated by sun light
Made a kaleidioscope of light,
Up above in the sky, God blessed us from that height
Like seven stars and seven ages, heaven blessed us with seven divine lights 
Stretching from east to west encircling the entire globe the raindrop displayed its 
might.

Rain came and blessed us with its showers
Blessed us with its divine drops, which fell on this thirsty earth and scented like 
sweet flowers.

To quench the thirst of this blazing earth
Rain came and cooled the burning hearth.                                      


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Blood Moon Night

A Blood Moon Night 
Written by Adam M.
Snow

Tonight I watched in
awe, 
the moon once pure
and white. 
Obeying the
nighttime law; 
lighting the sky so
bright.

The stars, the moon
in sync; 
dancing their
worries away. 
The end can happen
in a blink; 
a sudden halt would
not sway.

Darker the night
grew - 
and darker the moon
dost shine. 
I stood there in
awe, in view,
- a bloodish
sublime.
 
The proud moon once
danced so free, 
now cowering behind
a blood red veil. 
I stood there in awe
to see, 
the world halt with
a quail.

The moon eclipsed in
a taint of dark red;

I stood there in awe
in yonder. 
"Is not the moon
dead? 
What of this?" I
ponder.

Hours pass feeling
like eternity, 
watching the blood
moon night pass. 
Returning the world
back to modernity, 
knowing this isn't
the last.

The moon is pure and
white once more. 
Don't succumb to joy
just yet. 
Again it'll happen,
I swore - 
three more nights, a
blood moon to fret.
http://amsnow.weebly.com


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THE BLISSFUL JOY OF A REBORN SPIRIT

There have been days darker and scarier than a stormy night...
I walked among thick shadows, not noticing the beauty above:
stars that could have guided me, not making me lose sight
on a very lonely path, which the harsh wind clothed with clove.



There's no greater joy than the blissful feeling of a reborn spirit
making this wonderful day memorable by forgetting every fault;
forgiveness is a rushing river cleansing and instilling holy thoughts:
all should run to its bend and immerse themselves in those waters.
 


I turn to the gleeful skies and breathe in the scent of a sleek pine,
puffy and bright clouds brush my face and glide past a big kite...
and seeing the awesomeness of creation beyond the human eye: 
I rejoice in my day by cherishing the sublime images that won't die.




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The dark forest

Crossroads. So many of them, but which one leads me to the right path? Will I wander down the dark one and be entangled within the forest or will I walk down the right path and find an unimaginably beautiful meadow? Or do I really want the right path, with the unimaginably beautiful meadow? Perhaps I want to take a gander at life and play it risky, as I entangle myself farther and farther into that deep, dark forest. Maybe at the end, I will find the most glisteningly, beautifully, unimaginable meadow. Maybe I will enjoy discovering and unraveling all the most beautiful mysteries in this deep, dark forest. Maybe I will dance with the wind and wander down the most eerily, yet beautiful path of all. Or maybe, the meadow back there is a fake and this is my true path to take.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

DUCK IN A DARK CITY LAKE

DUCK IN  A  DARK CITY LAKE	


Small and dark, materializing in the lake  
From the seamless blue black, the sprite  
Curved her path, leaving a gleaming wake,     
Its shimmering droplets of light    
Like a comet’s streaming tail in the night,     


A tracery glorious and ephemeral, enhanced    
With diamonds in rippling strands a-gleam     
Behind her  -  in unison they danced,      
One by one fading into the void and velvet stream -
Till her orbit’s remains were only a dream.         

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NOTE

Magnificent  beauty  is  all  around,  even in the  simplest  events,  
like   this small duck swimming in a dark lake.

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Written  2nd December  2011
Entered in Francine Roberts's  Contest  "English Quintain"


Details | Free verse | |

Black Cricket

            Black Cricket

Black cricket moves along the forest floor
Soundless with no legs
Lost them in a fight along the food chain
A predator, a mantis, is somewhat nourished
Cricket shies away from battles now
It edges forward almost like a turtle
Drinks a drop of water
Remembers the war is over
The water falls and rainless storms
Are buried in the jungle
Cricket moves to the edge of night
Its only home


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Mayoss

Cataclysmic nuptials like pebbles fall, between the slats of the grate of dawn
And end to hover 'bove  the wave of life's eternal turning grave
Fragmented intention leads us to powdered evolution
The sluice of lies betroths truth's function
As a mayfly's end is met in a ripple
Gaia no longer bares her nipple
Repugnant redundancy metastisizes for all to see
Thru cataracted counteractivity
we bleed therefore we be, before the tree on bended knee
Barking and scratching, wrongly we flee, disagree to disagree
Rhyming schemes now mildly obscene
And lacking originality
To mime a balleen between the stream
Of consciousness's wailing "ANNUNAKI!"
I sip venom a la carte, trip off the chart
This viper snipes, injects it's gripe
Intravenous diffusion, molecular nail-bomb
Keratin inscriptions on the wailing wall, and then some
Conniption, a declaration of frustration and grief, 
The sacred beef wedged 'tween my teeth
Which once ran thru fields as the mayfly flew
While I sought to sip the sacred brew. 


Details | Free verse | |

Alone in Darkness

I walk
Alone
In darkness

I can't see the ground
Beneath my feet
But there's more stars
Than I've ever seen

There's no one else
To walk with now
No other voice
No other breath
No sound
But soft rustle
Of grass
Under me-
It's all I
Need

At least
Here
I can breathe


Details | Classicism | |

DARK FORESTS

 DARK FORESTS
   
 
  Dark forests...Northern...Sourthern Mountains, 
Fierce tigers circle around the villages in broad daylight.
...To The red dawn of twilight
The skies shine bright
Protecting what is theirs
In the magic of the night
The tigers roam everywhere taking lives for food.
The Majesty of the tigers power, 
The prey dare not make a sound.
The new kin tiger sprout every year
In the valleys low.
Male and female tigers come up and down the mountains in large groups.
There is a village near the tigers’ dens in the valley, 
Where tigers often come and eat the villagers’ brown calves.
Rich young men dare not shoot the arrows at the tigers.
The Majesty of the Tiger lives forever 
The Majesty of the Tiger
They only pretend to check for the tigers’ tracks in the forests. 

Peter LeBuhn  
 


Details | I do not know? | |

me and the sea

The murderous monotony of every day, drives one`s life away, one breath at a time, with the mind pushed to the very edge and off the plateau where reason prevails. Where life is sold to death on the deed of fate one urges to run.
Far, far away from everything, into the rising Sun.Away from the cacophony, away from the din,Noises from outside and noises within.
At the edge of destiny and at the very edge of land,
One is driven to the ocean and mayhap a small beach of sand.
In the wee hours of morning, when the waves curl up gently on their sides and fall asleep on the beach and a brand new sun turns the morning to gold,
One hears the wind tease the palm leaves, a song, very comforting, timelessly old.
Feeling the warm and intimate touch of sand between ones toes, sinking  into its embrace, the mind unwinding like a generator going off load,
Watching the water soaking the sands endlessly with its love and reluctantly returning to its abode.Ever unchanged ever cheerful is the song of the sea,
the wind plays music the spray cools the day and the gods come out for tea.
You join them in silent company as your memories hand you the drink of your life, made with the sweetness of beauty, bitters of truth, salts of success and a dash of lime,
At times like these one needs a friend , and the sea is close at hand, with its secrets well kept in the company of the rocks and the sand.
 A good companion to think and share under the endless gaze of shamelessly blue skies,
About he hurt inside and about dreams often cut to size.
the night falls slow,
Acres upon acres of dark canvas, hiding something precious from our sight,
Only to be given away by the sharp shining points of light.
Through these little leaky stitches drips onto us the truth of our being,
The answer to every puzzle, the lock to every key, the subtle secret of every thing.
Yet we stumble on tricked by the snares of greed lust and gain,
Camouflaged  the dust of ignorance,  hidden to look plain.
Everything calms. playful by the day,violent in the evening  the wind calms to a sigh,
Running to you a message from the horizon which really is the upside down earth smiling at the sky.
Ever so sly sleep steals ones wakefulness, to disappear with it till sweet dreams announce the break of dawn.
The night leads the moon naughtily behind her, swaying long dark hair, on bare brown curves countless stars adorn,
Silent giggles echo away into the distance as another morning is born.


Details | Free verse | |

Velveteen Sunset

Spoiled scraps of wasted day
Deflate and soil the leveled West
Bruised and bitter they copulate
On an amethyst bed 
Too feverish in haste to note
Their plush hues have harshened

The hour came so suddenly
Now all at once must they drink
People's Temple refugees
Squared away and nervous 
In their new, nightly Jonestown

Their reverend is hiding
Bright as he is, he sweats
Half hidden under groping land
Mostly melted into reaching trees
Will he come again come morning
Only stars will be awake to see

Until then the night is black
And very lonely



Chelsea Westerfield
August 6th, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Vultures

How anger steams the desert sand;
Dead bodies sprawled about the land, 
Beaks tear while cacti grimly stand.

Among the dead he is alive;
Devouring one-two-three-four-five,
Another fall - ten more arrive

October 2, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Such beauty

Why did I walk at dusk I thought
What could there be to see
Just step by step I walk
When a great thing happened
Neon explodes on the horizon
Orange, blue, and a dark red
Brighter than fireworks, I am in awe
But now the grass is moving towards invisible sun
And the darkness quickly swallows the beauty
In a silent shock, I feel so sad
Why did the beauty go
Suddenly another explosion comes
Although not as fierce
almost muffled
I look up at the darkness
And see a beauty unfold like carpet
Infinite light, across a sea of stars
Never have I wanted to fly so much in my life
Just at the chance to touch one
I can’t contain my admiration
I jump and reach as far as I can
And soon I am with the dark again
Only to arise to another stunning horizon 
Such beauty, it's amazing


Details | Lyric | |

THE PRIMORDIALS

As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon,
A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed
The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon
Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.

The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time.
Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted.
The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime
Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted.

Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares
To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere.
From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater
And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares.

The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch
With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood.
Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such
A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.


Details | Free verse | |

Jaded Shadows

Oh lonely mist creep through this window and blanket this heart
your expanding presence nurtures these wounds. 
Isolate this dignity while releasing these inner inhibitions.
Lonely mist... these wounds are too deep this blood tainted black;
cover this image seeing nothing but your palm print
you are solace from the jungle beneath these feet,
worshiping your suffocating light and dreary humor
the moon has risen to guide this path. 



Mark Taylor/Contest:Through The Mist/8-21-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Confusion

All my life I have always wondered,
Sat so long with things I’ve pondered,
Why has darkness taken light?
Why has goodness taken flight.

Rosie dreams of true success,
But now I see there is nothing left,
Poverty, famine, addiction and greed,
The rich are cruel on poor they feed.

My mum told me of godly bliss,
How shocked I am that she meant this!
If this is what her god proclaimed,
Why is he worshipped and even famed?

Our natural world has been destroyed,
The planet becoming null and void,
Bitter tears of hate escape,
Mother earth is drugged and raped.

Maybe one day she will take her due,
As for us she may leave few,
I regret that I won’t see her grace,
And the destruction of the human race.


Details | Free verse | |

My Youth in Asia

i was eight
the first time-
i saw Yin-Yang Mountain.
the height of it’s peak
contrasted by
the light on one side
dark on the other.
as the sun travels
from east to west
the color of the slopes change-
the light becoming dark
the dark becoming light.

i stand on the peak of Yin-Yang Mountain
watching the shifting
light and dark.
the line dividing the sinuous halves
is my being.
am I dark or light?
a white line or
a black line?
i am the curve between.
i am the difference.
i am the deciding factor.

i stand now 
beside the River of Life.
my feet bare-
i step into the cool waters
observing the shifting reflection
and shadow.
the current swirls the dark and the light.
this life giving, fluid filled gully
brings darkness when one is consumed
by its waters.
above the light is reflected-
below it is swallowed.

soothed i sit-
resting below the shelter
of the Tree of Constance.
the trunk is thick
made of layers of living matter within-
dead matter out.
the dead bark surrounds
the living core-
protecting. 
from this sturdy core 
branches shoot towards the light.
from those branches shoot buds-
which contain life-giving seeds.
the seeds fall to the ground below.

laying upon the dark
mineral rich earth-
i imagine.
below my body burrow
insects and roots.
they depend upon the fertile 
ground for survival.
humans have turned this earth into 
a burial ground for the fallen.
the rotting bodies consumed in darkness
feed the creatures who dwell
in the earth.
these departed whisper
knowledge to fallen seeds.
imparting wisdom-
to ensure growth.
I return to the peak-
of Yin-Yang Mountain.

from this peak i observe
the mixture around me.
here on this peak I know
the answers.
i am the wisdom.
this knowledge has paralyzed me.
with this gift i have been silenced.
i am the dividing line-
i am the question.
with faith I fall-
from the peak of Yin-Yang Mountain
into the icy waters of the
River of Life.
it’s turbulent ebb and flow
fills me with life 
and destroys me when dragged upon its floor.
i wash upon the shore
gasping for air-
clinging to the root.
I succumb.
i begin to rot-
feeding the earth-
that feeds the tree-
that thrives beside the river-
which dwells upon the slopes
of Yin-Yang Mountain.
here i will remain-
until discovered-
and then understood-
this 
my Youth in Asia.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tower of Shame

Shame 
Remains the same
But, I'm sure I'm its victim
IT SURE NEEDS A TRIM...

I feel ugly and slim

Devour 
The tower 
Of darkness
Leading me to distress...

I'm in a miserable mess

Kill 
The pill
Of sadness
Swallowing me whole - I'm hopeless

My gratitude transforms to frustration...
Do you sense my agitation...? 

Feel
The steel
In MY heart
Pounding me to death...

COULD ANYONE TAKE HEART?
ARE YOU GOING TO LET THE MONSTERS 
TEAR ME APART??

COWER
Away from the 
Dark and morbid tower
OF SHADINESS
Throwing bricks at me... 
I'm choking on the dry paint of filthiness

Do you hear my screams?
Do you feel my stress?
Will you keep me in your dreams?
Do you want me to be full of happiness?
Do you want to rest for the day
OR put it aside and increase my dismay?

SHAME
Has no beautiful name
But, it sure gets me 
Worked up and distressed...
When I look back at the tower, 
I don't feel the best...
Let me flee!! Let me rest... 

...or I'll feel tired and depressed


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood Words, Legends of the Wolves

Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave. Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end. They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone, as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle. And who’d, when quenched, a saunter risk simply to gaze at greener gray, who if by haze be fraught, need merely fathom sky? Lest be displeasured he to whom above could clouds be prone to tattle, go but shy requests, voiced dryly into azure. For so the victims passed, betrayed by breeze and snitch of brush, though Him on High, with just demand, they had beseeched. Each life a tale brought to lie, defaced, in scattered, muddy tomes. Torn is the silver lace, which once linked bone to bone. Yet risen, too, had wanton sighs, whereof his Mightiest to ask, whilst the ground, as should it care, received the rasps. For what doth emptiness command and what the unseen sovereign willeth are left matters later glibly to be bantered. Know oft’ the hunt finds one befuddled, spelled by guiles of a wraith. No taunt of tail waves, no wake of twig gives sway. With head to hang, his rack he gathers in a push to halt to stand bequeathed a chide of birds and chipmunk heckles. There, the timber rout delays with naught but mettle left to drain, as the mars of rock and thistle mark the wait. Chafe of paw, tongue feathered fowl, the foiled dashes stream to words, whereto the blood, in ruddy tones, by droplets trickles.


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Mother Star

 The mother of all stars so bright

That sits with much grace and
Beauty

Casting her light with pride and
Grace

Twinkle, twinkle sparkling
Ever so proudly

With posh she sit’s up proud

Casting over dark shadows that
Want’s to roam

Her light peep through the
Heaviest of clouds

I can see her rays of light
Perching through the old
Black clouds

Trying to rule her domain
Casting down shadows of
Blackness left to roam

But

When all is said and all is
Done

Without a doubt she will
Conquer

And conquer she will

To cast out dark shadows
Of darken land

To keep the beauty and beauty
Will rule

Old mother star the mother of all
And the ruler of all that twinkle
Within the night

She rule with love and sit’s
With posh

She never fear

Never afraid to let her beauty
Reign near nor far

Her dominance rule far and
Wide

From end to end of the
Darken sky

The mother of all the stars
That go twinkle into the night

She proudly displays her wisdom

And pride so full of
Grace

She sit’s up high with posh and 
Beauty

Ruling her galaxy leaving a
Trail

Calling it the milky way right
To her heart

Proudly boldly with pose she
Rule her galaxy.. 
 


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Moon And Stars

Moon and Stars are tied to the Nights
they cast ,in dark skies,their lights
darkness fades within their Might rays
sometimes just like the shiney days

Sun shines the Earth its warmth &light
warmth is life,light ousters the night
warmth and light both bring me the day
latter's the source of my lasting gay

I am that lonely dark night
you're my Moon,Star and Might
peer up now in sky of my heart
light it up with your love's art

I'm the Earth and you're my Sun
light of my life; what you've done?
you shine now,bear us the days
repress the clouds,covering your rays

now that rain is just my tears 
should darkness stay;i fear
my Sun,my Moon ,don't go away
if you'll go,i will pass away

Abbas Kiamiri


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Questions for the Moon

Caitlin
10-5-12

Does the moon have holes and why are they there?
It looks like it's been injured, but no one seems to care.

Does the moon have a face? Is it looking at me?
I don't really know. Tell me what you see.

Why is it so far away? Look at its light!
In all of this darkness, it looks pretty bright.

Why must it change shape? That funny little moon.
It has happened many times before, but it will turn round again soon.

Why is there only one moon, but so many stars? Why is it all on its own?
The stars need a leader, something brighter than themselves, so nothing is ever alone.

Even with light, shadows still lurk. Why is it so dark every night?
They are so far away, still at war with the blackness, where the moon and the stars must fight.

Why is there nighttime? Why in the dark must I lay down my head?
I'm too tired to think about that question right now, so just let me go to bed.


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Color Blind in Northern Spring

They told me before I left the south
Son, the snow gets kind of dirty down here
And eyes find a fence against the glare
But boy, I see you hankering to go out
And your face be turned north for its spring
And your heart beats after the birds on wing
You long to go where cageless a man can sing
But remember in any mountain the bear's king.

You should have seen me the first I saw snow
White and unblemished, my faith fluttered high
I could not stop staring at the thing if I did try
The light rose from it and seared me in its glow
My vision shattered like glass, too small to cut
The rope dangling above that pit in my gut
And then I looked till liberty was like a slut
And I was old tom shuffling to peace in my hut

I saw the skin's color, alright. The bloodless snow
But I did not see that nature is deeper than skin
Or that innocence must precede each coming sin
When the eyes were wide shut, could I still know?
I was blinded by the light to believe some drop of it
Was still so good, and then captured by the spirit
I felt I should, to some egalitarian faith, commit
Since deep dark is like looking at close and brightly lit

In neither can one tell red from brown, or green
From blue, but I have how even shapes disappear
When the white feathers of frost are strewn here,
There and everywhere: the snow swallows the stare
Of my man who cannot feel the wilderness cold
Seeping through cramps and feet, no sunset gold,
No rust of morning, nor dark of night, we can hold
One beam of faith to support the brightly blinded soul.


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Star shadows

She looked up,
peering passed the trees and buildings.
The burning stars filled her eyes,
they too, seemed alive.
Wondering, if the stars feel just as hollow,
Shining because it's all they know.
Instead of shining she casts a dark shadow,
that follows every step.
Perhaps, the night sky is just shadows of the stars.
Giving them a dark side as well.
The wind blew her hair,
promising a truth.
The mind of everything is just half,
the heart is what completes all.


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Everything For What It Is

As my rugged hand caresses 
the 
somber tears flowing from your 
tired
eyes and onto your cheeks
I close my eyes
and think..
I think of your transcendent 
grace
that takes me high into the 
mountain
beyond the Everest and into 
the 
clouds
I've found to be home
I float and float and
all comes alive as a single 
touch can elate me
but as we part I fall into 
the unworthy abyss
I think of how deep I've gotten 
myself 
into and how you are standing 
only 
inches away from me
and I. Am. Not. Alone.
I think that you are THE best 
thing
that has happened to me since 
sliced
bread
your falling wings wrap 
themselves
around me 
as you take hold and proclaim 
to be
my angek
my soul keeper
my soul mate
ragged and batter are your 
wings
as they drop and tether and 
lack the 
strength that once radiated on 
and 
on
an aura of beauty resonating 
onto 
the sky and all around me
my protective glow 
it has a dim light that I can no 
longer see the 
path laid out before me
I think that this abyss is eternal 
and I 
can't make my way out
not alone.
I weep for one single touch can 
trigger these lonesome and 
unwanted thoughts 
forcing my mind to beg for air
as it is being suffocated over 
and 
over again
beyond mentionable belief
I think,
it is time to open my hear and 
take 
everything in 
from the damnable nature to 
our passionate love making 
from a soft kiss to an eternal 
rain of affection 
beating down onto our palpable 
skins
hugging you and me
kissing us ever so gently
onto this earth buried in our
emotions
accepting everything for what it 
is..


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Sultry in Silky Black

She turns around
And my, that look
Her dark sultry eyes
My heart was hooked

Her flowing dark hair
Catches the light
Her black silky underwear
Hugging her tight

I move in close
Her shoulder i touch
Her hand on my thigh
In most tender of clutch

Her nape i kiss
Sighs of delight
Our evening begins
Until well into the night

On the edge of our bed
She sits, then lays
Our hands in adventure
As our passion plays

Our shadows dance
And grace the walls
My hands hold hers
In capture thrall

Our cries of joy
Resonate
Explosion of love
Soul mates




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php


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SUNDERBANS

The mysterious Mangrove breathes in dark shadows.
The deer roam and graze verdant emerald leafy feast,
Something fierce lurks there veiled in thick meadows.
Monkeys rant beholding a dark-streaked yellow beast.

Even a sunny morning seems to be dark, dark twilight.
The murky rutted soil keeps the treading feet tottered,
Still they gaze not bellow but peek around upper sight
As they feel something moving near them, unsighted.

So many muddy ways lay here untrodden and brazen.
Here and there several one-wayward footsteps of deer
Are imprinted in the hardened slush as if it had frozen.
In the hushed wind resound the numb trumpets of fear.

Evening comes with some hissing, howling, growling.
Pythons make move, tigers tread and cruel eyes glare.
Whole of Mangrove waits with a tremulous quivering
As Nature’s red tooth haunts with the whispering air.


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A Man Is Lost

I twist my speech to seem, and be, as white and spotless bone.
Silence 'flecting, like a mirror, on the wall to show
man, so hypocrite and liar. This is who we are.
Man! The curse of sin has brought you far,
into the pits of lusting pyre. Engulf our spirit's flame.
Set afire desire for spit and skin,
bitter sweat, blood, and orifices.
The dawning of Aquarius. The sun has set on Pices.
This crooked generation, like as Sodom and Gomorrah.
As that faithful Lot, I am, and live amongst the tares.
My neighbors live and speak as I, when I can find no faith.
I guilty of the same as they, the Scripture saith.
I e'er be found in heaven... it be not that I am good.
Nor can I love God enough to trust Him as I should.
My own love and faith is full of fault and fear.
My faults and fears, my sin, is loud and clear.
If Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
impute not Life, a man is lost.


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The midnight plant-watering ritual

Long after the neighborhood sprinklers
had shushed the night into silence
the closing of a door interrupted
and a dark figure glided across
the lawn, behind a wall
and disappeared.

A moment later it reappeared
and the face of a man could be seen
flickering like a candle in the streetlights

Suddenly the man stopped
and the world
lurched
like a
train
beneath his feet.

It became unbearable to stand
and he sat on a porch step beside a stray cat

Sharp shadows crossed 
the man’s face and
an orange glint of
light was reflected
in his spectacles.

His cat purred as
he stroked it but
he looked straight forward
and did not smile.

His attention was focused
on a pinprick of light
in the vast dark canopy
called night.
He pondered his place
in the universe as 
tufts of hair fell
from his hand
and were
carried
away


Details | Monoku | |

One Broken Monoku


decayed junkyard swarms-

           disgusted maggots noise  


Created on 11/18/14 for- “One Broken Monoku” – Poetry Contest


Details | Haiku | |

Wild Caving Dark

Penetrating deep,
Beneath rocks, beyond light,
Carbide blazing night.
 


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Hurricane

The wild driving winds 
Breathe his fury 
Uprooting trees and tearing shingles from houses 
The driving rains 
His cold angry tears 
Drenching everything in its wake 
The black thunder 
His stomping footsteps 
People quake at his rage 
The bolts of lightning 
The fire shooting from his stormy eyes 
Striking houses splitting trees 
The turbulent dark clouds 
The rolling black anger on his brow 
The wild winds, 
The driving rains, 
The lightning, 
The dark clouds, 
All this; 
Sinister,Beautiful,Devastating, 
A Hurricane 


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Roadkill

She begged him not to go that night,
we'll survive love, we can find a way
but if you must go, please tell me love,
you'll promise to avoid the lights

The forest was their home, their world
they knew each tree, each hump and hollow
they'd always lived there safe and sound
til the long hard strip unfurled 

It came one spring when they were young
brought by those who killed with noise
the monstrous beasts tore out the strip
through the forest where they'd lived so long

It was then the strange lights began to come
each day as their warm God left the sky
the hour when they would wake to eat
would now a fearful time become

Their young cried out for lack of food
his heart broke as he heard them
there was no choice, he must go now
they had to feed their brood

The strip had changed their forest land
divided into two from one
their safe lair lay deep in the woods
the water across the fearful band

He knew the salmon's spawning ground
was where he'd find their favorite meal
enough to keep the young ones live
across the dreaded strip he's bound

The lights would catch his limpid eyes
he tried to run, escape their hold
but futile was his bid to flee
the beams would have him mesmerized
  
She waited with their young for hours
she prayed to their pale God in the sky
but when she could no longer stay
she sought his trail with all her powers

She saw him then upon the ground
he'd made it cross the fearful strip
the effort must have been so great
he slept now, there so very sound

She called to him, her love, her mate
he didn't stir, perhaps he dreamed
of their life together in the woods
she had to know, she could not wait

She ran to him across the strip
her heart was pounding like a drum
her lungs exploding with each breath
she'd give her life to make this trip

The lights then, had her in their hold
she fought against them with her love 
to reach her mate, to touch again
to know that they would still grow old

Together now, they dream as one
of times before the forest changed
before the strip destroyed their world
their love still lives, though they are gone


Details | I do not know? | |

Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.


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Anthesis

Please do not disturb the beast in its peaceful and quiet place
Where the dead leaves are dancing merrily in a gentle wind of faith
Along skeleton paths of disheveled trees you can hear them whispering
Honoring autumns remnant decay and conjuring efflorescent spring
While birds begin to whistle in such a sweet soliloquy of melodies
Runaway ye fearless child into the darkness where you sleep
And clear a path for the wild ones leading to your hollowed grove
Where I found feasting among the dead a red blossoming velvet rose
Surrounded by a halo of darkness under a piercing blade of sun light
Tempted by its pleasure the beasts will insist that it's alright
Then by thoughtful contemplation I plucked it as blood mixed with tears began to drop
Painfully I pulled every petal repeating "she loves me so, she loves me not"
My Oh My how the colors have changed with the wondrous seasons reign
I guess she no longer loves me, but isn't that just natures way
Shy away you phantoms and let the new cycles of life rebuild their homes
Leave the undead to worry for themselves and let my luminous flowers grow
~ JJF~


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The thunderstorm (revised)

When the trees in the bush 
Are yearning, and the blue 
Skies are angry; the dark 
Clouds start to blaze and bark.

So when the dark cloud
Are roaring… crying out loud,
And the dried leaves are drinking;
It’s nature that is soaring and singing.

The season is singing songs of succor
To the plants and flowers that are poor,
to men, it sounds like disturbing drums?
...by the terrific thunderstorms.


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Does it matter


Watch for the wind,
but it will not be seen.
The shadow was cast
and it got very cold
as the warmth of the sun
was consumed by the clouds                                                                            
high above the ground.
The rivers continued to flow
gently towards the seas,                       
despite the efforts of the rocks and debris.
Does it matter?


Watch for the breeze, 
but it will not be seen.
The shadow was cast  
and it got very cold as the warmth
of the sun was consumed by the skyscrapers
lining the street.
The gutters flowed
gently towards the drains,
despite the efforts of the garbage and litter.
Does it matter?


Details | Blank verse | |

All for the Womb

Fretting the motes of raucous sound
The four-legged mist curls under
And trees pause to collect their thoughts
Gaudy thunder shrieks in contempt
 (Fermented sounds of pickled hatred)

All for the womb who spilled benumbed blood
Bludgeoned from insipid mounds in their breast
Spilling ebon grief across the expanse
And crumbling into the winedark sea
Only for the white caps to crash again
And the white gulls to crack shells in their throats

Her majesty, nature, howled wicked
Her child, tricked and forgotten, left her
Silently swimming with her thoughts bleeding
Leaving her crooked pain to entertain
Eyes, locked and leaking, kicking out killed legs
His bloody trail leads to the goddess' chains
Nesting in an empty bed.
                                     She's on edge.


Details | Free verse | |

The Moon Between the Trees

It was the night after the full Moon.
This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees.
It was huge! It was the color of melon!
My world was lit as my life had instantly risen.
I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions.
My moment had come forth and all at once, 
I felt a life inside myself begin to breathe.
Three decades of life had passed by me.
Cascades of shadows erupting dark and gray!
Now they evolve in true sight and all of this was for my eyes to see!
“Oh My God”, dear God, this is my world mine all mine in every way!
And this is what I have dropped before Thee?
At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me.
So many nights I lay before Thee.
Not one word and not even one moment heard.
For it was silence, for I could not breathe!

An hour had passed since I saw the Moon between the trees.
It had vanished and no longer could my own eyes see,
That dark blue vision, the one that would not let me feel a breeze!
I saw that melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me.
I felt my breath deep down inside of me and I finally began to breathe.
“Oh My God”! My dearest God, I have found what I lay before Thee!
I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was for my eyes to see!
“My dearest dear God, my only one and true God”, 
Oh my how I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!


Details | Pastoral | |

Painted Summers

                                    Crystal morning light,neon bright
                                      bluing morning summer skies
                    beneath its expanse,cool,shore cleansing ocean intides
                                 gold dabbled sun,verdant meadows,
                                         pink flower pedal speckles
                                             littered orchard fields
                                    pastel blossoms ,summer's yield
                 blend with sanguine pedals that bled and congealed
                          its bright colors bled into flower beds
                             summer's past tranquility framed
                              my surroundings seem the same
                          this mirror painting tells an accurate tale
                                       silent morning's crystal veil
                       nurtured meadows where shadows pale
          cooled dewed blue grass,where brilliant gem colors clash
                            in the distance dark overtones shown
                 painted in colors glib,where daylight once roamed
                    contrast with morning's crystal bright skylight
                    as night begins and its dark sky colors blend
                       nature's presents cloaked by night's presence
                                        tranquility its essence


Details | I do not know? | |

Desert ,The Constellations And my Loneliness

a dark and quite warm, mid-summer August night
standing on a rock,I humble the desert's fright
a gentle breeze blows,tingling,teasing my ears
whispering an overture, to requiem of my fears
two lights are seen,shimmering,very far, far away
someone like me is drifting,the life's lonesome highway
I gaze high in the sky, finding the LYRA or HARP
on its upper rim's shinning,the VEGA, bright and sharp
the ARCHER stands so still,at Northwest of the CROWN
meanwhile the FOX is chasing,the CYGNUS or the SWAN
a shooting star suddenly,runs away off the SHIELD
the CLUSTER OF WILD DUCK,I do see, in that field
I make a thorough scan,to spot the EAGLE or INDUS
there appears, to my dismay,a huge and dark stratus
I leave,heading for my car,turn on the CD player
John Denver's heavenly words,capture my soul as in a prayer
the dawn just now is breaking,Sunrays herald the day
I wish for;on this highway;a soulmate to cross my way



Details | Narrative | |

A Flickering Flame

Ah, a flickering flame with shadows on the wall,
With glimmering lights rolling all around!
I will remember them all!
A flame so high,
But a flame so low,
A burn out in time!
A linger much too slow,
A flickering flame,
A moment that I claim!

Ah, a flickering flame where light covers dark and dark covers light.
With glimmering lights bouncing all over the walls!
A vision of true sight!
A flame so unpredictable,
But a flame so respectable!
A flame hard to know,
And one that can’t be controlled!
A flickering flame,
A moment that I gain!

Ah, a flickering flame showing dim light within its own domain.
With shimmering lights reflecting a glare of golden visions burning too bright!
How very well maintained!
A flame so harmless,
But a flame much too careless!
A flame too passive,
And one that’s way too captive!
Ah, a flickering flame,
A moment that I’m holding with no shame!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mr August

Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on his hips a tall man of rural beauty,

His serene presence hints of much wisdom a good age make his company so delightful,
Casting his eyes as far as can be seen he smiles because all is right for this time,
The rich soils are dry and pillows of clouds wisp across light blue turquoise skies,
The dark greenness of the fields, the meadows and the pastures are strong and sweet.

He watches cattle grazing on the richest grasses and they low because they are well,
The day warms and the cows lay easy, chewing cud a sight worthy of a painter’s hand,
Warm breezes temper the sun as a second spring is flowing through the healthy trees,
He nods to the mighty oak the king of the woods and forests and the trees wave back.

His eyes catch heather on the moors and the dust devils on the heath's new flowers,
They are all there in fine form, dog roses, blue chicory, hawk weed and honeysuckle,
And as he stands nearer he breathes sweet perfumes from his August summer gardens,
Looking to his glades knee deep in grass the blue campanula dances a flowers dance.

Nuts growing fast they are fat and green they hang in the tall hedges and woodlands,
There are more nuts in trees along old woodland lanes and deep in the dark forests,
He salutes the fading roses and kneels down to thank them they have done their duty,
Then waves goodbye to the foxglove with a warm smile and thanks her with a blown kiss.

Did the Foxglove blush, just a little?


Details | Free verse | |

NIGHT

When  Stars were twinkling  high on the Sky,
When its time to take the blanket and Lye.
All around its serene and dark,it was the Night,
where Soul Wished Sunrise to be  Bright.
Night brings Dreams and Ignites Minds to Think
it brings Peace where all day's fights Sink.
For Some Nights give Fear ,
For Some its time to Cheer and Have Fun,
For Some its time to Miss there Loved Ones.
Night is when  bud grows into Flower,
where Wishes and Hopes gets wings to Fly...

written by:Sanchita Ghosh


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Somewhere in Mexico

Stranded,wandering drunk tired
miles from the nearest ghost town ,'67 mustang ,yesterday's hotwire
Tijuana bound,spilled its fuel then broke down
you search finding nothing for miles around

Worn by desert air
wandering lost somewhere
in the desert,its season's always summer
blue skies grew dark beyond the horizon...distant thunder

Deathly tired and coursed without water 
an expired beer and tequila quench your thirst an order
once cooled by melted crushed ice and chilled lime twist
it's the last remains of last night's tavern visit
skin sunstained dark several shades until it pained
tequila tamed your voice hushed gentle,almost sane

Slow tormenting day 
in the distance canyon shade
near the Pacific border miles of landless space ,but its filled with salted water






Details | Lyric | |

Sky

Milky blue light drenching particle specks lightened by contrasting swoops of foggy spectacle
Further surpassed by mass internal affairs given off to sight after years of waiting for enlightenment
To be distanced and held secret for generations of life
Sinister confusion in count and account but simple in glance and embrace
Held by eye represented as such as well surrounding darkness in human sight
Beauty to the few common sight to all but neglected magnitude nonetheless
To be embraced in movement across the dark blue in irreverence to the rest and its lack of movement
But left in perfect motion on rare occurrence given to heart and patience and luck
Set in life and represented as such to guide cycle and light in the human contrast
Never-ending to the short-lived life, but soon to close for the life of the heartbeat of the world
But until time comes to retract readjust and begin again, the dark eye along with its surrounding,
beauty must gaze at the last half of the day in awe and in silence with the world being the hourglass and the telescope in which gaze is possible. 
Until closure is inevitable once more.


Details | Cowboy | |

It Used To Be An Open Range

In these dark days of war and death, in these days of turmoil and change—
In these days of political correctness, it sure does seem strange,
How once we did what we wanted – it used to be an open range.

I know now how it must have felt when they strung the range with barbed wire—
An era ended on those plains; the land and men put up for hire—
A way of life and freedom gone – a hard rain that put out the fire.

And nowadays in word and rhyme, it seems poets are all fenced in—
To write of history and yesterday, just seem to be a sin—
They only want these modern ranching times and not those way back when.

We know the world has changed a lot and all our freedoms have a cost—
It seems liberties’ now another word that comes each year with frost,
As mournfully we gaze on sunsets and dream back on all we’ve lost.

So hoist another cup of Joe and raise your drink for one last toast—
Like phantom bison and wild horses, our free ways give up the ghost
And sadly we lean back in saddles and lose the thing we love most. 

In these dark days of war and death, in these days of turmoil and change—
In these days of political correctness, it sure does seem strange,
How once we did what we wanted – it used to be an open range.



Details | Couplet | |

The Dark Night

A sweet Little Worm crawls silently through the dirt.
Where has the light gone?  I have no worth.
Feeling dense and dark, the worm surrenders its life.
What’s the use of living when there is no light?

Coiled unto herself, Little Worm falls fast asleep.
Unwilling to feel the dung of this compost heap.
Surrendering to the dark night is the worm’s only thought.
Eyes closed to her world, allowing all thinking to stop.

Asleep in the black tunnel, Little Worm dreams of the light,
Rising sun soaks through her skin; the heating pad of delight.
Dreamtime expands into an unknown inner glow.
Fiery furnace melts the frozen core as her heartfire grows,

A safety net surrounds Little Worm like a web of security.
Encasing her now in a gentle comforter, woven of purity.
Spreading a delicate balance while dusk and dawn merge
Cocooning Little Worm as she sleeps, enabling fears to purge.

Little Worm awakens with alarm; something isn’t right?
I’m smothering in this security blanket, and I’m feeling fright.
Little Worm gives a strong kick to break free; it is a flap.
She pushes with all her might; a flutter falls quite flat.

Flap and flutter; flutter and flap; frantic movements all.
Still I’ll try and try until I’m free of this blanketed wall.
All the flaps and flutters create a crack in the shell.
Her lungs fill up with sweet, moist air; Ah, now all is well.

These flaps and flutters feel different; actually, quite strange.
Appendages like angel wings now provide a vast new range.
Relief saturates Little Worm like a sponge lying in sweet gentle rain,
As she arises from the clammy, wet compost heap without any pain.

Slowly, tentatively, Little Worm gazes into the ocean of blue above.
Excited flapping and fluttering soon lifts her from the muck
Soaring now into the dewy spring of a fresh blossoming birth,
Little Worm acknowledges the need for the dark night to occur.

Flying freely now with the emerging glow of true freedom’s ring,
Accepting this new power contained within surrendered feelings,
She’s enchanted with her new life, although she’s not sure who she is.
Surrendered suffering has created this new day of pure joy and bliss.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mr August

Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on his hips a tall man of rural beauty,

His serene presence hints of much wisdom a good age make his company so delightful,
Casting his eyes as far as can be seen he smiles because all is right for this time,
The rich soils are dry and pillows of clouds wisp across light blue turquoise skies,
The dark greenness of the fields, the meadows and the pastures are strong and sweet.

He watches cattle grazing on the richest grasses and they low because they are well,
The day warms and the cows lay easy, chewing cud a sight worthy of a painter’s hand,
Warm breezes temper the sun as a second spring is flowing through the healthy trees,
He nods to the mighty oak the king of the woods and forests and the trees wave back.

His eyes catch heather on the moors and the dust devils on the heath's new flowers,
They are all there in fine form, dog roses, blue chicory, hawk weed and honeysuckle,
And as he stands nearer he breathes sweet perfumes from his August summer gardens,
Looking to his glades knee deep in grass the blue campanula dances a flowers dance.

Nuts growing fast they are fat and green they hang in the tall hedges and woodlands,
There are more nuts in trees along old woodland lanes and deep in the dark forests,
He salutes the fading roses and kneels down to thank them they have done their duty,
Then waves goodbye to the foxglove with a warm smile and thanks her with a blown kiss.

Did the Foxglove blush, just a little?


Details | Rhyme | |

Enigma

Cryptic moon in midnight sky,
wan enigma mystifies,
silken light on forest floor,
daylight colors are no more.

Daylight colors are no more,
grays and blacks a metaphor,
night winds coax a lullaby
from the dark and starlit sky.

From the dark and starlit sky,
we are left to wonder why,
distant gems on foreign shores
trap us in eternal wars.


Details | Narrative | |

Summer Tale

Daytime,sunshine...crystal clear
burning through clear blue atmosphere
Tanning laserays of light
Ignite solar candled lantern aisles by night

Silent meadows and sheep grazed pastures bare
Summer's yield matching colors grown in pairs
Travelers' eyes steal glimpses of the ancient surreal
Clever celestial timing ,ensures summer's perfect weather

Past summers remembered
My skin sunburned tender
Its old age hastened ,its healing's slow,yet I've patience
Horizon gaze ,wading shallow shore waves
cold and curing,my sunburn tamed
Sand impressions proof of my presence
Vanishes as saltwater tides retreat
Forming rythmic swells, cleansing sand,fine as snow,each grain unique 
Potential their essence
Each memory ,an impassionate impression
Resolves imaginitive questions
Sacred memories remain life's essence

An unresisted inclination to explore
its endless trails is ignored
by wiser travelers who retire near crossroad trails
each day's passage,treasured memory for nostalgic tales

Blond sunlight through graying skies pale 
Dark as dusk,sunlight's cloaked in an expanding veil
As distant thunder grew near,cooling air held an odor of ionized rain
As electrical glimmers lit skies dark as eve which shadowed verdant plains

Camera eyes skygazing dusk to morn
Canvas skylight's color transformed
Night darkness followed ,silence filled this vast woods hollow
Heaven's light shone pale through eve's black veil
Pearl moonbeams and crystal starlight invite
Passage through dark meadow trails
An ancient summer tale ,
Eyes photographed evenings past

As morning passed
Harsh molten light shone through thinning cloud mass
Burning fine white sand ,each grain...fire glass

Verdant flowerfields ,summer's pretty yield 
Camera eyes steal as autumn's shades are revealed


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Redest Popies

The corn now growing tall moving like an angry sea in a ferocious wind,
It rustles softly it is thrown back and forth by a warm billowing wind,
Rye is higher than my shoulders cerulean ears have long since been shot,
In the fields grow the reddest of red poppies they too sway in the wind.

Scarlet anagallis and the red of the cockle twinkling in the sharp sun,
With the rye cut the wild roses takes center stage and bows at the sun,
On sandy heaths the wind blows dust across the woods mead's and glades,
Thistle instead of wheat, cockles instead of barley in the sandy soil.

Black cloud as thunder rumbles it cracks loud across the darkened sky
Drenching rain pelts the ground and swells gentle rivers and streams,
The slow water now rushes picking leaves and wood on its furious way,
As the storm ends there is no smell like a soaked wood or wet field.

The black skies clear and a warm sun shines on the meadows and glades,
The thick dark green grass shimmers in the breeze in a warm bright sun,
Droplets sparkle like diamonds hanging from a copse of ancient lime trees,
The rain in the dark green grass is like a kaleidoscope of a tiny rainbow.


Details | Sestina | |

Dark is the Night

With day full of sleep, moon falls in the river.
Its beams danced on water with shadows of trees
to a beat of rhythm from wind till it died 
and buried in music of quietness of night. 
With perfume of flowers giving weight to air
cool of dark beauty night’s peace granted prayer.

Cathedral as reverent as echoed Lords prayer
as gentle as songs by frogs from the stream.
Harmony hanging in a gemstone sharp air,
with touch of sadness as dim sparklers in tyrees
while chirping of crickets brings richness to night
This will be the hour which wretchedness died.

The stars in the heaven pronounces day's death,
still speaks of the coming of fresh morning prayer
as glorious moon-glow reigns above night
while weak light reflects off bountiful river
twinkling in beams through branches of trees,
gives a roar of stillness through paper thin air.

The sky and the dark and the shadows of air
The river, moon and the sun as it died.
As leaves slowly descend from generous trees.
An answer it seems to nights granted prayers
it all means little to approaching rivers
which has born witness of deceit of the night.

So quick in the darkness will charge storms of night?
Critical lighting strikes in tranquilized air
heaved by the wind once magnanimous river
thunder and rain, wind and foreboding of dead 
comes terror and fear and murmuring prayers
amongst shacking of limbs and bowing of trees.

Fierce is the storm and with uprooting of trees
as wind rips and cries through cover of darkness.
All creatures will witness the dark Devil’s prayer
as thunder splits atoms of wild burdened air.
The night  cannot sleep till storm’s ferry dies
and silence of night returns to the rivers.

Storms of the night and night’s peace granted prayer.
Shadows of trees and moonbeams on the river 
but rising of sun will bring death to night’s air.





Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Storm in my Ming

Lightning cracked the sky and thunder rumbled, rain lashed and all was dark,
A terrible storm but the heat is not cooled and hot fetid air remained stale,
Thunder was my loss, and heat was my anger, of a very dear lifelong friend,
The rain was my tears falling from swollen eyes I stood alone in my darkness.

Heavy steel black clouds scudded across skies and viciously poured cold rain
Air became rancid and a new wave of anger etched into my dark heart and soul
A loss too hard to face as the thunder cracked my mind was in a place so dark,
By a quiet garden where bodies lay I cannot remember any happiness of my past.

No more happy greetings no more joy in thinking no more joy in anything at all,
A wasted friend in a wasted world a dark frightening place to live in all alone,
Trying to sleep through nights sliding hours the longest night hours ever known,
Thinking of meadows, beautiful boiling streams my darkest thoughts always return.

Walking together down long winding paths but now I cannot see any beauty anymore,
Those happy times we had no longer exists, as happiness is an emotion for fools,
There is a flaming coal inside my head it has scorched and burned sweet memories,
All that is left is hatred anger and revenge with wretched pictures from the past. 


 




Details | Couplet | |

Night Camp

On a dark dewy dampened night
Stars sparkle above my campsite

A thick brisk breeze blows through
Toggles my tent nearly in two

Hunched I stand to unzip me out
Tent too cramped without a doubt

Wind blows my hair against my face
Zipping it closed with precise haste

Stepping on top of fallen pine needles
Barefoot I pray there are no beetles

Marveling the stars unerringly strewn
Against a black sky accenting the moon

Inhaling the crispness of the night
Decreases my grief with cogent might

Exhaling those troubles kept deep inside
This evening drenches a dreary façade

Loquacious crickets chirp steady songs
Forcing resolve to end the day’s wrongs

The scent of jasmine lingering on
Allows my spirit to sing its song

Undoubtedly camping feels so right
On a dark dewy dampened night~




Details | Quatrain | |

It ends at the sky



The sky is a collage of purple and red
As the sun hits the horizon and goes to bed.
Mixed in the middle are dark blue and gray,
It is so impressive I have to say.

The words are illusive as the moon does rise.
When I need inspiration I look to the skies.
I see this universe so much larger than I.
The stars appear to mark the day gone by.

I look up to see this star shining so bright.
Bringing needed light to the dark night.
It seems like a beacon shining for me.
The twinkling of stars as far as the eye sees.

I sit for a while so I can take it all in.
It’s so quiet I could hear the drop of a pin.
Though I’ve seen this before it is never the same.
The moon rises up to join in the game.

The beauty of these moments set my mind free.
The possibilities before me are as vast as the sea.
It stretches from land to end at the sky
My imagination soars I think I shall fly.


Details | I do not know? | |

If We Stop to See

As the dew silkens the quiet grasses
And the gentle breeze slowly looms through the woods
A dark bird flitters to life from a lone branch
Its eyes a glossy black reflecting a round horizon
The nippy clicks of it golden beak silence the chirping bugs
Warm currents billow through the breeze
As the sun slowly creeps from the black
And the sky colors itself with hues of reds and blues

The bird shakes its wings and seems to dance
While he tests the strength of the branch
A few strokes through the air
And his golden claws let go
He is off soaring high into the sky 
Until he is nothing more than a dark speck
That vanishes in the unreaching distance


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Has Spring Sprung

Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese, or picking up family?

Looking at the calender I see we are getting into mid March and days are longer,
Could it be that the winter has lost its sharp teeth and the might of frosts gone,
A thousand welcomes to Spring but it cannot bring back youth or thicken my hair,
Or enable us to offer the first gathered violets to dear souls in their heavens.

The fowled of the farm yard lay, the pheasants crow in the copse the ring dove coos,
The linnet and the gold finch sing while man looks to fences and drains and water levels,
Next is ploughing and sowing, pruning and planting and talking of good years gone,
Sprimg stirs all with her mighty influence from the depths of the soil and heart.

So spring is with us and she will throw off one dark and gloomy coat after another,
And spring will chase away winter with his hardly wrinkled face and keen eye for beauty,
It is marxh rough yet pleasent, vigorous and strong with hope and strength and lovely voice,
His gales will come rushing and sounding over forest and lea and shake nature wide awake.

The tacamahac shows off its long furry green catkins, the mezereon its clustered blossoms,
Then the splendid red China rose unfolds itself to the fresh air, and green pastures return,
Coltsfoot and cardamine embellish old fallows and the star of Bethlehem gleams in the woods,
Crocus spreads around like a purple flood over the old established meadows, spring is sprung.


Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Bay

 Dark clear waters of Christmas Bay
So peaceful it bring naught to say.
A near perfect sky; sunny Texas day
Reflects in dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Flying Fish leap and Sea-Gulls cry,
Where the Dolphins play and jump so high.
My little boat with my fishing poles sway,
And dance in dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Here is where tides rise and fall,
Where all my stress and cares grow small
They seems to just simply melt away
In dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Wind blows Mosquitoes to keep from the bite
As the Pelican flies and the Osprey cry
As Black-Skimmers dives to skim a wave.
Over dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Here the Stingray and Flounder cool.
And here the Sheephead and Red Fish school,
And Blue Crabs have so little to say,
Here in dark waters of Christmas Bay.

Shadows of clouds turn the water gray,
Where Gulf brine meets black gumbo clay.
A stiff Gulf breeze gives salt grass a nod
I find Christmas Bay to be a gift from God.

I send Heaven a prayer; as I do each day,
For few be the place to obtain such grace
Which begs my heart for a reason to stay,
As the clear dark waters of Christmas Bay.


Details | I do not know? | |

Before the Sun

Before the Sun rises, I feel the cool breezes of night
They wrap around me in clean fashion of frills
Cold and moving in twirling soft balls
They roll down in loose bundles from the dark hills

Before the Sun rises, I hear the sweet melodies of the birds
In the dark I can only sense in their direction
They sing in echoes that ride the breezes of night
The chords loom in flows of perfection

Before the Sun rises, I see the edges of the day 
In the sky behind the horizon they creep
Slowly bringing light to the lands where I stand
Such a moment of luminescent brilliance to keep

Before the Sun rises, I smell the sweetness of the damp grasses
Heavy with dew and little cobwebs dripping wet
The country scent dances around my nose tip-toeing
A moistened comfort I feel and I connect

Before the Sun rises, and shines the day on me and reveals
I can eaves drop on Life and be a part
Life doesn’t run away from me just before the Sun rises
Being there, right there brings peace to my heart


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Deep in the Woods

It's a fearful place it scared me in my childhood and it still does,
So very far in the deepest of woods it lay, black, a deep dark pool,
By bushes, overhanging trees, stretched across dirty stagnant water,
An unpleasant quietness gave the scene a dingy dirty smell of waste.

The trunks of trees, undisturbed for years bowed, sagged over its brim,
Some had plunged headlong into its gloomy flood buried by its deepness,
A frightening place in the dim shade and the solemn hush of the woods,
The silence made it more fearful but there was lonely solitary beauty.

A timid little primrose did not fear the sombre place on its muddy bank,
Other plants sprung thickly there was thousands of starry flowers around,
Mixed with wood anemonies a breeze spreading their luscious sweet breath,
The woods revel in their flowered families so quiet yet so very beautiful.

In spring, knotted trunks displayed crisp leaves to join odorous flowers,
It is in laughing contrast with dark winters of grey moss and gloominess,
Nature calls for the birds pair by pair to weave within the leafy boughs,
To summer homes under hollow banks where the blackbirds build their nests.

In the maze of twisted stumps and roots a chaffinch makes it's silvery home,
On a bough a storm-cock sang to his love sitting in a beautiful willow tree,
There was a pleasant sight a pleasant smell from a close tasseled honeysuckle,
And to see within the shadowy solitude a sudden gush of warm bright sunshine.

Through some high opening everything became bright, clear and very beautiful,
Through brooding nooks and hoary branches the sun shone onto the black water,
And within the pools lowest depths a little world of its own began to come alive,
The beams of sunlight fell onto the bank and the flowers gave the pool new life.


Details | Verse | |

The thunderstorm

When the tree in the bush 
are yearning and the blue 
skies are angry, the dark 
clouds will blaze and bark

so when the dark cloud
are crying out loud
and the leaves are drinking,
I know nature is the one singing

Singing songs of succor
to the plants that are poor,
who’s beating the drums?
…the thunderstorms


Details | Imagism | |

Sunrise

As I sit here once again at my window,
I close my eyes and imagine,
That I’m sitting on a mountaintop,
Watching the sunrise,

And it is still dark at my window,
But I can see those vibrant colors,
Fading into the dark sky,
Making it lighter;

I can feel the stones beneath my body,
And I see the valleys around me,
And I feel the breeze,
Cool and refreshing.

The sunrise fills my mind,
Its colors of gold and pink,
It shines so brightly in my mind’s eye.
It is so beautiful…

I open my eyes, 
And stare out into the dark,
Which is not really dark anymore,
Because it is getting lighter;

And the sun starts to rise,
For real, not just in my mind,
And again those colors fill my eyes,
And fill me with peace.

I look out at the mountains,
And watch the sun peek out behind them,
And I watch the golden and pink sunrise,
Fill the sky once again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heart Upon the Water

the sun shines 
threw the dark clouds
onto the lake 
making an impression to the world 
a heart it shows 
as the sunlight glows 
from the dark sky onto the ocean’s beach 
this heart is out of reach
it looks nice from the shore
try to catch it, you won’t 
it’s a heart that will never be touched
by a man or by any human hand 
it will never stay 
as the night turns into day 
this is something far out of reach 
a lesson this heart will teach 
chase it if you wish 
this love is a fetish
swim after it if you may
this heart will never stay
as the night turns into day  


This poem was inspired by the sun shinning threw a heart shaped hole in the 
clouds casting a heart upon the water


Details | Free verse | |

Two faces, the sea

Soft flows the ripples near days end, so calm and vast.
Gentle and smooth is your skin, unbroken, untouched
Dancing in hills and valleys to the music of the tender dusk wind.
Deep under the top life does thrive.
Shallow to the human eye yet unfathomable in meaning.
Like liquid silk to even the rough ones touch.

Descends upon your face the magnificent setting sun,
The ball of fire; yellow, orange, violet and red,
Reflected off you to match the splendor of the image fed.
Twinkle and sparkle one last time does your pride,
Illuminating your beauty 10 fold of the sun,
Jealous does get even the magnificent one.
Hiding behind trees, and the ground
Disappears does the mighty sun ashamed of defeat, behind the horizon.

Your downy bright attitude and twinkling snow-white,
Engulfed in a cloak, that dreaded night.
Mysterious and dark or so you seem, 
But that same magnificent beauty, even behind your cloak, you do redeem.
Act as a mirror, do you, to the intoxicating goddess of night,
Full and proud she does shine.
Her followers, small but bright speckle your dark cloak with light.
Long became the shadows made by trees upon your skin,
Cold became your flesh like blood of ones who sin.
That eerie silence you now hold broken by a wolf’s howl.
You, mistress of darkness, den of sea serpents past; queens of mystery, and all 
else follows.

You, the mysterious enlightened one, with faces two and many more, each within 
its own beauty.
To praise thee incompetent am I, I look upon thee, “oh beauty”, I say with a sigh. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Mother Earth

Looking back at life 
I saw the day become the night and the night become the day 
Just to notice 
The new become the old, the old becoming something new 
Again, again, and again…
The hate becomes destruction 
And destruction becomes nothing 
Nothing more than nothing
I see love, oh yes, love 
Become infinity and also its traditional creations
Again, again, and again…
Looking back at life 
I saw the light become the dark in each person’s death
And the dark become the light in each baby born 
Again, again, and again…
But more disturbing to me 
Was the cry of my beloved Mother Earth
Due to mankind’s irresponsible 
Destructive behavior of her precious natural wealth 
Again, again, and again…


Details | Free verse | |

Diversion

   These woods have
 a path running through 
them
     the dark shadows 
of evening are coming on
   we'll push forward 
hoping to find
  the green pastures
we know lie ahead
     Another turn in the 
path
    and we hear running 
feet from the trees to 
     our right
  let the dim light 
of the dying sun
    be our guide
the forest is dark and mysterious
    If we have to spend 
another night here - we will
The rustling of the leaves
continues
    We blend 
together with the darkening 
woods
  Fragile creatures 
        whose days 'are numbered
    We still dare to hope for 
     green fields filled
with the delightful scent 
    of flowers
    which will greet us
at journey's end


Details | Ballad | |

DUSKY STONE

Dark stones........... 
Painted in dusky dark 
Deepening hues 
Deepening views 

Dusky gold 
Dusky dark 
Dusky stone.......... 
We are not alone 

Dusky stones, 
gather on the shore 
Dusky rock, 
beginning to flock 

Dark stones on a dark sea 
Flocking on the shore 
The colour night, 
is what they wore, 
or so it seemed to me 

The quiet rippling, 
of the dusky sea 
Gold stippling, 
of dusky sky 
Would you agree? 
This belongs to you and I? 

This dark wet glistening 
Quiet ripple of sea 
Rock listening 
This might be......... 
You or me 
Set on a dusky sea 

Dusky rock, 
beginning to flock 
Dusky sky 
Dusky gold, 
passing by 

For you and I, 
are a dusky stone 
For we are not alone 
under gold dusky sky 


Details | Free verse | |

Slippin' Slowly

Dying in bits,
Pieces each day...
No matter what I try,
I don't know what to say...

"Reality" is a concept,
I find hard to believe,
Is there more to it?
Or do I self-deceive??

Slippin' slowly
Into another world,
Mists of time and place,
Confuse me so bad,
I don't know how to face...

The future is past?
Time is a joke?
The Universe is endless,
Matter wears a dark cloak?
Dark matter,, dark energy,
What is the truth?
Guess God is alone,
In his ability to know,
I don't think that ever,
Humanity will grow

To the point where the
Last question's been asked,
The last riddle solved,
The Universe and time,
Completely dissolved

I'm just one little man,
Facing the "now"
Elusively confused,
By why and the how...

Not for me to know,
Just to wonder the why,
Someday I will go,
My soul will then fly...

This is a matter of faith,
Not science concrete,
Someday I do hope,
God I will meet.


Details | I do not know? | |

Night Time

Night Time
Night Time 
Oh 
How 
I love the Night

It's Dark out
It's Dark out
Oh
How 
I love the Dark

Dark Night 
Bright Night
Oh 
How 
I love the Night

It's Night time
It's Night time
Oh
What
A Wonderful Night.