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Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


Details | Free verse | |

Heavenly Striptease

as I stand here and gaze
into the heavens
this dark, inky sky
ahhh . . .
now I see you my love
my bright, shining Gibbous Moon
the dark cloud
moved on into the night
showing the heavens my spirituality
for we are as one
whether you are a mere Crescent Moon
timidly showing
mere tantalizing part of you
we may only guess
what is hidden
in the darkness which is you
its as if you are having wicked fun
at my expense
time gives me the taste of
your delicious and tempting Half Moon
glow of iridescence revealing
more of yourself
although it seems the more you show
the more is hidden
you are playing me an exotic dance
befitting your lofty aspirations
an enticing, though half naked smile
I stand there
wishing the nights would flow faster
as each night
slowly evolves into the next one
you know I will
be there again and again
waiting
patiently waiting
for your final unveiling
and shows me
your patient lover
you in all your majestic glory
a huge, bright and lustrous
Full Moon rising
I almost sob


Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


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 | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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


Details | Verse | |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
        Gliding-nature's 
handiwork.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
handiwork,dismember's 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
lives.
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

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


Details | Couplet | |

Machu Pichu

A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.

We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured

except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw

of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle

a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete

to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars

to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires

to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.


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 | 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 | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Couplet | |

Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare




Details | Choka | |

JAPANESE MAPLE

Japanese maple
A beautiful canopy 
Fills my senses with delight

Treasure to my heart
It's Heaven in the real world
God's creation is unmatched

Contest: Dr. Ram's "Choka"
Date: 9-25-14
Poet: LyricMan


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 | Quatrain | |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


Details | Haiku | |

Starry Night

diamonds sparkle
upon the black velvet
heaven awaits the explorer


Details | Ballade | |

On the beauty of the river

On the beauty of the river

Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views

No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.

As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry

26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs


This poem is for the Beauty contest.


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 | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

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


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


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


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


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



Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Tanka | |

My Huckle Berry Heaven 2K13

Many of time have
I sat upon earthy ground,
amongst Huckle Berry patches
gorging in Huckle Berry heaven
with glutton lips painted purple.


Details | Verse | |

The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son


Details | Free verse | |

OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


Details | I do not know? | |

The Water

The water is calm and still but I feel the movement of a single leaf plummeting on the surface of the water. The water so very silent I can hear a tiny tear drop collide with the water looking up a hopeless little girl begs for help but I don't know how.

My first steps the water feels cold the more I walk in the deeper it       gets. As I stand in the water its no longer cold but comforting. As I stair in to the water I see the refection of the trees behind me. The water so mysterious who knows what lies beneath all I know is the grass and my feet.

As I walk out of the water my feet feel cold and bare. They no longer stand in the water where they stood before.


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Rhyme | |

The Blinds and Pane

Through the dark still summer's night,
'bove waves of sea-green foam,
speeds a beam of dim moonlight
that's left its lunar home...
Easily it makes its way,
as nature was intending,
through Heaven's gate
its path is straight,
not circular or bending.
Between the stars, and fields of grain
it sets the world a glow,
as it slips between the blinds and pane
of a single house below...
It lands upon a snuggled pair,
for its path was true (and chosen).
A kiss they share, their bodies bare
they're lovers interwoven...
Copyright © 2007


Details | Rhyme | |

Kissed by the Sun

There, beyond the garden wall, 
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...

She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...

This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...

A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall, 
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unloved, and shunned
Is finally kissed by heaven's sun

____________________________________________________
By Carrie R.  For Gail's Contest:


Details | Free verse | |

It's more Fun in the Philippines

Treasured land splendor and glory
Pearl of the Orient Seas
Soldiers of known most emotional people
Loving and hospitable in patriot's blood line
The secret of velvet Three Stars and a Sun.

Fortified highest kind of water
Hallowed island of more than
Seven thousand and one hundred seven
Proudly her alone no other can hold.
Through her God given treasures

The Rice Terraces of Banaue
Created more than 3000 years ago
Formed and sculpted with bare hands
My Ifugao ancestors
Giver of my calm sound of survival
Food for my body and soul
The best and will proudly shout my own.

The Tubbataha Reef
One of the largest virgin reef you'd dive
Over diversity of colorful sea creature
You'd see the heaven underwater.
The majestic Underground River,
As a seabirds sanctuary you'd be speechless
A UNESCO world heritage site.
Palawan's gift to its people.

The chocolate hills of glorious Bohol
Conical hills of limestone
Fragments of earth's unexplained laws
Home to the smallest monkey, the Tarsier,

The subtle  Mayon volcano of Albay
Most perfect conic one in the world
Proudly my motherlands finest
Her glory on the face of  beloved earth

Bathe your soul with the heaven by the sea
My best beach, one of the worlds brightest
The Boracay of Panay, best you won't regret
A soul's portrait of the skyline and sea.

Intellect, wisdom, skills and faith
Sun, earth, stars and sky of blue.
Falls, lakes, seas, and trenches
Bestowed by my loving motherland.
Visit and you'll see more  the best
Treasured land of splendour and glory
Of my Three Stars and a Sun.
Proudly my Pearl of the Orient Seas. 



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Sky-Falling Gold

Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long


Details | Ballade | |

The super artist

The super artist

With each, sweet, precious moment
There’s a different kind of show
As I sit and watch these Tingle trees
How they glisten, how they glow!
Soft branches dance on cooling breeze
Beyond the river shore
Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen
As it sparkles more and more.

Am I standing here in Heaven?
What be this wondrous bliss?
That comes from all this beauty?
I’m mesmerized by this
As the sun shines on those Tingle trees
And I watch this picture show
A feeling soft and beautiful
Within my heart does glow.

There has to be some power
In the heavens up above
Who keeps this sun a shining
He’s an artist filled with love
He has those special powers
To fill each soul with bliss
As his colours fill the Universe
When he the World does kiss.

26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs.


Written for the 'Beauty contest'


Details | Prose | |

Pardon and Mercy Cry Out in the Deep

I stood on a gigantic branch that hangs over the great big ocean
that spans across the depth and width of this earth and stretched forth my 
hands. I reached towards the heavens and cried out to the almighty 
God to save his people from the terrible wrath to come.

It was not a cry for vengeance; it wasn’t a cry of pain, 
It wasn’t a cry of bitterness or anger, but a cry for pardon
and mercy that sank deep within my guts, 
resonate throughout mountains, valleys
and plains then filtering into thin air.

Series of cries rushes through the leaves;
They evaporate in the atmosphere and filled the clouds with rain.
I could hear voices thundering in the ocean,
Beating and riding upon choppy waves.
Voices of the young and old rushes through the air
Voices of the motherless and fatherless, triggered desperation
Voices of starving widows weep for compassion
Voices of strangers and wounded warrior crying out for help. 
I could not see them, I could not touch them but I could hear them.

I walked towards the last pinnacle on the branch,
And remained silent while staring at the clear blue sky, 
when suddenly I felt empowered by a strong presence that stood beside me.
It held me by my hand and took me across the great big ocean and seated me upon a rock .

It pointed in four directions, and cried out in a loud voice.
Then places its hands upon my head and said
“child I have seen what they have done, and I have heard your cry,"
you are under my covering and no harm will ever come to you.
From now on you shall be my head, and you must go wherever I send you.
You will take my message of mercy and forgiveness to the four corners of the globe.

Those who persist in their evil ways will perish in their own wrath, 
but those who will repent of their evil ways will be granted pardon and mercy.
 It took me back to the tree and cut all the branches, 
the only branch that remained was the one we stood on and hangs over the ocean. 
It says pardon and mercy cry out in the deep,go and see to it my dear. 
It places a book and gold pen in my hand then disappeared.

                                                                     ©2014 Christine Phillips



Details | I do not know? | |

Natures Dream

        I walk through the field of green 
  	My feet are bare and the grass squishes underneath me 
	The rain is falling like little pebbles soaking me in beauty 
 	I breathe in deep letting its sweet scent fill my nose 
	Suddenly my feet are moving in a circle 
	I am dancing, dancing with love and hope 
	Love for the rain and its beauty 
	Hoping this moment will last a lifetime 

	 My summer dress flowing in the wind 
	Until it’s sprinkled with tears from heaven 
	I can’t imagine anything greater than this
	I have fallen in love with this day 
	This moment means only the world to me
	The burning yellow sun peaks out of the clouds
	Shinning down on me with its warmth  
	The drops ping against my face leaving a stream 
	 
	I am still dancing in a circle now waving my arms in the air
	The song of nature sings to me in the wind 
	It sounds like a dozen wooden flutes  
	The tune is sweet so sweet I get swept away in it
	The grass is so green like emeralds from God 
	I fall from dancing and roll down the grass 
	The whole time I am laughing and it sounds as if the butterflies are too 
	My pretty white dress is now green 
	 
	Butterflies dozens of them are flying around me 
	They surround me in their array of magical colors 
	They start to hum to the song of nature sung by the wind 
	It seems as if this tune is from heaven 
	I start to hum along to this wonderful tune it seems so familiar 
	I close my eyes and start to dance all over 
	Letting nature take me away 
	Birds come and tweet along to the song 
	I don’t think I just do, I go along with the song

	Finally the sun peaks all the way out 
	I can see it warming up the earth with its warm rays 
	The rain is still coming down just sprinkling over 
	I can see ahead a field of daises beautiful white daises 
	I run as fast as I can to the daises the butterflies and birds follow 
	They are soft like silk, their smell fills my nose 
	I close my eyes and run through the endless field of daises 
	I lay down and watch the fluffy white clouds pass overhead 
	The sun shinning as bright as ever over the clouds and sky

	
         The sky is baby blue with a little purple 
         I have never seen a sky so wondrous 
         It looks so full of possibilities and magic
         As I lay there I hear the daises moving in the wind 
         To the song of nature once again 
         This I know is beauty at its best 
         I fall asleep to the tune and awake in clouds 
         I am home

	
	
	
	
	
	 
	
	
	
	 


Details | Ballad | |

Last Words of the Mariner

Lying here in this life’s final berth,
No longer escaping to the sea.
If the greatest lie of all is not birth,
Death is life’s great treachery.

I think back to the times I spent
Sifting through the briny deep,
Deeply inhaling the saliferous scent,
Pleasure enough to make one weep.

The grave awaits me, I now admit,
As mortality is seeping through.
For if eternity is not a infinite pit,
I hope it ends in the quenching blue.


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


Details | Free verse | |

A Night sky

Universe goes calm
With the sunset,
That's twilight of
Reddish yellow sky,
All longings
Reaching to rest.

Sky disappears
Into darkness,
Eyes go blind 
Looking into zero,
That's the hue of
A Night sky.

Awaits moon and stars 
To prove its
Very being,
Lustrous bodies
Add glitter to
The Night sky.

A perfect song
That twinkles,
Melodious to heart
With eyes winkles,
Packed beautitude,
A Night sky !






Written by Dr. Upma A. Sharma
on 28/3/14
For the contest ' A night sky'
By Nette onclaud


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 | Light Poetry | |

When we go to heaven

When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me


When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us


I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near


I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,


Us Three...



Written by://©Betty Bolden

11-15-05

All Poems are copyright!


Details | Free verse | |

DARK AND MYSTICAL

I sit alone in a grassfield,
Coping up the stressful life.
I watch the big fireball,
gently swallowed by the sea.
Until the clouds fade its glance.
Then in a sudden glimpse,
My whole world turned to grey.
Looking up, I start to see musings.
The fair sky became a wide mystic land.
I see the hands of an artist painting his canvass,
A perfect scene from up above.
I feel like floating in cloud nine.
Witnessing the beauty of a night sky.
The twinkling stars and galaxies.
The moon shading her majesty.
The planets shining from afar.
An evidence of the most powerful hands,
Remind us that we're just dust in the wind.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE STARRY HEAVENS


Beneath the starry heavens, myself I found 
Looking up to the awe-inspiring sky
My contemplative mind, questions asked many           
That my reason, unable was to reply! 
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
  11 OCTOBER 2014      


Details | Free verse | |

Drifting on a Cloud

Drifting on the clouds I lie
With my head pointing
To yonder skies
In a sea of dreams 
 Where mind and spirit 
Igniting natures prize
To feel like you are heaven bound 
But feet standing firmly
 On hallowed ground
But in the clouds you drift
As the cascade shifts
Your feet no longer touching
The ground

A lift off to a peaceful place
an Ease from  pain
Heading to heaven
On the now train
No heading back
 
Settling in  your own time
Welcoming  rain
An escape
For the things that beset us
Riding our backs
Painting the surfaces
Filling the cracks
No longer weary
Nor hearing sounds
 of hungry cries
Heading to glory
With the echoing of lullabies
Off on a voyage
With an opt out clause
Given by nature
When we stop and pause
Discarding distress,
And inflicted pains, 
Looking for a redress
With  sweet Refrains
 eyes wide opened 
To a beauty and a guile 
Painted by nature
By the clouds on high
So I decided
 to pause for a little while
 
Taking nature in my stride
Story’s written
 in the clouds
artist at play
Mixing the co lours
Painting a picture
Inviting a crowd
Having her say
Without uttering a word
How the lines are drawn
The bold highlights, 
And intricate designs
Nature’s Way 

In shades of grey and pastel blue
With the turquoise borders
Depths of indigo 
How can I not be taken in
Blending with unison
Of a presence and a place
Is it not inspiration?
That brought me here 
My resting place!
That there is peace and harmony
In  yonder skies
 
Wrapped in a woolen shroud,
Floating on high
As on a cloud I now reside
Homeward bound 
While in the depth 
Of an azure sea,
over yonder a tide does wake
Surging to inner shore
A surfers dream
 
Riding its waves
Horizontally, I must glide
To cross over in spirit of the other side
I am at a time and place
Where though imagery 
we can foretaste
Although somewhere different
in time and space 
It must be like being in heaven ,
when nature take its place
At the cent re of the stage
 revealing its beauty
 

So humble yet so almighty
There is complexity in every art
the very corners and intricate parts
Inviting the  eye
Taking time out on a page
Syncing with beauty
 Looking from  the sky
Floating on high
In a woolen casket
 Weightlessly 
Drifting on by
I am in no race
Just run life’s race
Off on another journey
A different time and a different place
 

An escape from the rat race
To find a new place
Full of joy and grace
That I would always be floating
from the skies 
While the north east trades go wonder
Pushing on by 
to open the seven seals
blessing my eyes
See what picture is painted
And the wisdom that it derived
In secrets of the wise
Recovering lost virtues
From failure to realize

Imbalance of the senses one cannot deny
But to approach beauty you have to switch off others 
for another to come alive 
Its not faking reality
But letting spirituality in
To be sublime but not yet ridiculous
But moving to another realm
Enjoying earthly blessings
While wishing changes in


Details | I do not know? | |

Crossing the bridge

 Beyond the bridge the sweet,quiet and snow white home
Enjoyable walks replacing Endless crosslanes
Clean woods aroma exchanging for the Foul Streets
And quiet college with sidewalk in the Grass park
Rather than Concrete with no Rose to grow

And endless Yearbooks one could browse for hours
College small enough to find your Special Other
While student graduate and Think what is next
And when your turn comes you excitedly race
For College Paradise declares the world’s a Heaven
And everyone You greet is Sweet and Gentle
Instread of Harsh Thorns delicate fragrant flowers
Green grassy carpet exchanging Wrinkled Sand


Details | Rhyme | |

In The Clouds

In The Clouds

 A sweet morning is the Sun peeking, peeking
 the clouds swaying , playing but not leaking
 A cool breeze birthed by clouds and their fruits
 just as the apple comes from tree and its roots

 A great day is under a tree watching the clouds
 thinking of earth and the mysteries it shrouds
 A great storm brewing silently so very far away
 God and Nature dancing in a life renewing play

 A fine night is often those cloudless skies
 glittering stars striking the awestruck eyes
 The moon hides behind a cloud in a blanket
 dares to peep around and not even thank it

 Clouds are ships bringing such precious rain
 Beautiful oceans above bleeding again and again

 Robert J. Lindley 07/28/2014

No haiku, not written for the contest but the 
contest sponsor did inspire me to write this.. 
Thanks!


Details | Free verse | |

Treasures of The Spider

Thursday, April 26, 2001 12:47:49 AM

Treasures of the Spider

Spider!
Beware of 
the night feeder.
Tiny bat wings, swifter,
than the absence
of light, silent, merciless
terror. 

By morning,
I survey the remnants
of your web, rent and empty
 of you, just tiny whispers
of your once, existence.

Your uneaten prey,
all neatly wrapped 
and dangling-
as a reminder
of all 
that we
can't take to heaven

Suzanne Delaney

Written for a  Golden Orb spider I 
named Spideress.
See note - above


Details | I do not know? | |

A Step Towards Heaven

A new day begins.
And I take another step towards heaven.

The ray of sun doesn’t always wake me up.
Sometimes, it’s the sound of thunder,
Or the chill that descends over me,
Or the warmth, that I precipitate.

I always don’t have the smile of calmness, 
Ushering the joy and the contentment 
That fills my bleak land with greenness.

Sometimes, I wake up to the sound of rain
And cogitate about how it never dies
I hear its rhythm and take in the smell
And how everyone’s thirst it satisfies.

Some days, I weep and breathe deep
When I open my eyes
I feel the thrust of my heart in my chest
In my head, the horrendous illusion I revise.

Many a times, I wish I don’t have to wake up
And I sleep for eternity
Better than awakening to dismay
I’d be veiled in complete serenity.

Or sometimes, there is hope and faith,
And cheerfully I chirp,
Or whirl and sway, 
To the melody of love.

I always cannot smell rose,
Sometimes, something burns too.
But yet, I rise from my sleep,
And with the beginning of a new day,
I put a step forward into,
The future and towards the unknown,
I keep walking towards the heaven.


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Ballade | |

This Nornalup

I stand there on this patio
And watch the river flow
As grey skies in the heavens
Do hide suns warming glow
Tall trees like giants on yonder shore
Stand as icons to the power
That made this earth so beautiful
With it’s trees, and clouds and flowers.

Five boats lie on the grassy bank
As they wait to ride the river
As motor boat comes speeding by
To my eyes it does deliver
A breath of action to the scene
So silent, soft and still
And everything feels wonderful
And wonderful I feel.

Some fishing folk fix up their boats
A day of sport they see
While me, I watch the river flow
The whole day, endlessly
As I ponder on the magnitude
And the power of this scene
In the loveliness of Nornalup
On this morning so serene.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Sparrow s heaven

garden table's crooked plate
a heavy rain filled the gap 
sun drenched greyish slate grounded 
sparrows are bathing

(c) Elly Wouterse


Details | Free verse | |

Why do you curse me

If killing is a problem solving key.
Believe me I shall also try to flee.
We killed thousands in 9/11,
We killed thousands in Iraqi sandy cabin.
We are killing thousands in Afghan War,
We trained to kill/die in Pakistan’s shore.
Do we try to learn a lesson?
God will keep us in heaven a religious fashion.
Arab will die to live on Earth,
What was truth before Lord Mohammed’s birth?
Lord Jesus Christ was born Christian,
What’s wrong in Jews living fun?
Mohammed and Jesus they played on soil,
They roasted their jobs to sweat boil.
They never sit idle and demand food free from God,
They never used to win human a religious rod,
They were polite and shared their views,
They never threw on wrong their shoes.
Conversation was their only tool to use,
Let me know whom they have abuse.
Forgiveness and mercy, they produced a shield,
They grazed their sheep on the earth field.
Do they ask God they shall give a shelter in Heaven?
They will punish that hit by a Robin.
What’s in Quran or a Bible?
Go to Heaven and kill a human tribal.
I learnt a message,’ how to live on Earth’.
That’s why Nature has our human birth.
A religious philosophy is superb,
If it cut my poverty curb.
I work and work to pay off the bills,
And always crying what are politics hells?
Wrongs and wrongs never learn a lesson,
To kill innocents for their outrageous fashion.
To compromise to strengthen crime,
To corrupt nature to share a winning ham. 
If hell or heaven is also a living space,
Then why we have a new Mars race.
If heaven has a better living home,
Then why have a human dilemma of innocence trauma.
Something is wrong in human brain,
Lives in tense and talking about strain.


Details | Light Poetry | |

SNOW ON CHRISTMAS EVE

that  day it came down
it was the on ground
you could hear wet sound
there was no brids to feed
just
SNOW ON CHRISTMAS EVA


Details | Free verse | |

Mercy

Cut the trees 
and cut your veins
for your extinction is entwined

These creatures that have been robbed of home
are on this conscience of mine.
Can my existence
be above their creation,
is extinction my legacy?

Will god forgive my sins?
or am I the parasite from above.
Death and destruction are part of me,
can heaven really want the likes of me?

My number will pillage the earth
and only god can stop me.
But in this testimony
the shadows of past will condemn
and the time draws near,
when I too will become a memory.

This life that shared the will of man
will thank god for my demise
for I will repent, 
though the universe is blind.
 I am insignificant
a temporary molecule in time.

I humbly accept this judgement 
of a higher being, for we cannot trust ourselves.
 My nature is to destroy the things of life,
this is the sum of mankind
for greed is programmed into me.

Will the dodo forgive from above?
was its flesh worth the feast?
Every day the beauty of creation disappears,
will these creatures that are now silent
ever forgive.

Can arrogance belong to the dawn of man?
Does this final supper belong to me?
The earth devoid of life, 
my power is that of progress
and reward is a desert without life, my kingdom.

Can this universe stop the devil in Man?
For I am mankind, heaven is my arrogance
and I am the king of life
Ruler of all this silence 

And now it is too late
for silence has found me.


Details | Senryu | |

Heaven on the earth

heaven on the earth;
a magic wish for one day
change nature’s balance

Senryu (syllable count: 5,7,5)
Contest: One day’s magic
Sponsor:Freddie Vee
Date write: 19.6.2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Sun

Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,

Son of no father,
Father of everyone,

Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,

Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Falling...
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground


Details | Rhyme | |

Majestic Cosmos

Harvest moon on the rise,
Countenance of her eyes.
Comets ornate her diamond crown,
Aurora Borealis, in her wake filters down.


Celestial palace her domain,
The galaxy reveres her name.
Breath taking exquisiteness to behold
Astrological enchantment foretold.


Holder of the abstruse night,
Keeper of effervescent daylight.
Her beauty captured beyond,
She smiles and morning dawned.


In diurnal her gown of royal blue,
whispers of clouds and morning dew.
Amending her attire at dusk,
Her aura exudes aromatic musk.


Nocturnal gown of midnight obscurity,
Adorned with sparkling purity.
Basking in the glow of the moon,
Immortalized in earthly rune.


Planets orbit at her beck and call,
Stars at her royal command fall.
Spectacular fireworks display,
Drunk with the waxen milky way.


She reigns in her celestial palace,
Boundless universe her chalice.
Maestro of constellation's fairytale
She is the vastness of cosmos vale.



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THE DARK ARISES

The Dark Arises
Holy days passed by,
Its the time of invasion,
In our lives of confusion,
The sins of diffusion.
                        The dark arises.
You all will be shy,
At conception of your deeds,
This all you don't need,
Its like caught in weeds.
                         The dark arises.
The judgement of,
Three parts of ,
Past present future of,
Us is approching.
                          The dark arises.
Holy revelations unreveals,
Your past  present unviels,
Get ready to face true deals,
No one can escape when.
                           The dark arises.
The last clause forbids,
Haram and halal of needs,
Do remember these feeds,
God is watching u and leads.        
                            The dark arises.


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Untraveled Wilderness

I wonder what’s on that untraveled path
It looks detached from the human race
That mud-spattered trail has no footsteps
I wonder if it was ever taken by anyone
A shepherd and his sheep, a mule skinner perhaps
The shrubbery on this way are yearning for human touch
I stand at a distance to see where it takes
I stand to see this barren region and one dying lake
It leads to the mountain of fairies, people say
Then why we don’t ever go this way
It is cursed and so are the mountains, they say
I wonder what is more blessed and motherly than the mountains
I wonder who will first traverse this trail, and take away its pain
I wonder who will first leave a trace of footsteps on this secluded course
I've seen countless paths forsaken; countless forlorn roads


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Propitiation

He was cursed outside the camp
and he is Gods flaming Lamp
his tears not have been forgotten
he is the only Son begotten

His thoughts are always prayer
that mankind learn to care
and in his Word we live
when we ourselves forgive

On a donkey did he ride
with the high priests did collide
Son of David appointed King
through whom Gods salvation bring

Voice he lifted in God's praise
to the God of ancient days
his linage is completely filled
with those whom law might have killed

Upon your laws did he meditate
and he for us does mediate
Sacred is the Holy One
that bonds of sin may be undone

The only man born pure of heart
for love of humans did heaven depart
Sacrificed life as Gods Firstborn Son
then born into a human one

Life sacrificed not one but two
to rejoin heaven and earth anew
to circumscribe universal law
for a higher purpose he foresaw

The Law is a teacher for our instruction
but cannot change unlawful destruction
with spirit of Love does Jesus empower
far above precept of law to tower

With perfect Love he chose disgrace
that those who sin might know Love's face
to heal our hearts and know God's mind
by chains of slavery be not defined

Unworthy we are that for us he died
and the effects upon all when Satan lied
purchased from law to give us freedom
and live in Love within his kingdom

sources 1John 2:2, 3:4, 4:10 Gal.3:13
Duet.21:22-23 Pr. 8:22-36 John 1:14-15
Heb.7:19 James 1:25 Col.1:14 3:13

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Beginners on Roads

  I remember gazing at, through some moving vehicle:
         the foggy mountains mystical; the setting sun; the distant blue sky. 
                  It (landscape) winked, 
            and I (confused) waved back;
                 It (landscape) shuddered 
                     and I (resolute) held its hand. 
       Then the area went black and white. 
Meandering words, empty and transparent, filled what was once a visual scene. 
         I attempted to organize my thoughts, 
   readjust my lessening vision, reassign colors to words, place invisible meaning 
             into a little box called order and logic. 
        But the earth cared not for my pedestrian opinions or my confused and idealistic musing,
 romantic staring as some derivative form of deep, abstract thinking. 
          I asked her what do the wandering clouds mean, the chanting brooks and the whispering wind? 
                 And she said everything and nothing. 

Everything and Nothing… 
Well then the Earth is truly a genius, isn't she? 

There is no meaning to be found, except for some formless, shapeless mass, 
         odorless and austere like blank crumpled paper.  
I attempted to mold it, to shape it, to essentially create a somethingness out of nothingness
    … like some God. 
The clump, then, went flat, and then disappeared.  
    And the scene returned, 
          and the mountains were back just in time to be passed by my window. 
     And that left me staring dumbfounded, 
     for now there was no tool to interpret the return of coquettish waves and the expansive skies. 
                But,
 I kept riding in the vehicle, still hopelessly staring into the vast sunset.


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haiku 11 19 2014

butterfly river
flows through the woods angels greet
god creates heaven


















haiku 11 19 2014 haiku/nature category:angel, butterfly, god,                                    heaven, nature, river
©rajat kanti chakrabarty


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I am a hero of old

I am a Hero of Old
I walk naked, with my life a canvas for the world to ridicule,
I am forced to walk nonetheless.
I am the object of a nation’s derision, as I walk the street embracing rejection.
But the Lord?
The Lord is my rock and my salvation!
For I have been baptized into his sufferings.
I have been baptized into the confusion of discovering my divine identity.
I walk the streets,
I walk the highway,
I walk the corridors of friends that mock my weakness.
But in his weakness, I am made me strong.
The humility to become less for the good of a greater revelation,
This is my privilege.
And though I be on meds,
And though I have breakdowns.
I continue, I will not relent, for it is my destiny to touch the sky in hope.
And recover.
I am a veteran of a war against a mind that would persecute me,
I am the recipient of a mind, that knows compassion, and this compassion torments in its
softness.
I am tough, for I have endured the rejection of the multitudes.
And no sanctuary can destroy the reality of my endurance.
And yet I endure?
Why, so I can tell my story and destroy the yoke of hopelessness.
Why, so I can witness to the power of God to never give up on me.
Why, so I can tell the world, that yes I am weak, but I am a hero of old.
For when it came time to choose between the life I walk and heaven eternal!
I chose to endure.
Why, so that you can see me shining in my glory, a hero of old.
Lisa, Michael, Sita, Louetta, Beth, Bubba, and women walking the streets gaunt, lost, but
not defeated.
For soon you will see me rise, into the stratosphere of the beauty that drives me.
And when I see you, I will forgive your derision.
And we will fellowship in that sound of symphonious reckoning,
For my story, is the story of human redemption,
My story, is the story of souls, old, tired, tormented, but not defeated.
And when you hear it, you will cry tears of admiration.
For when I had to choose, between the life I walk and heaven eternal!
I chose to tell you, that it can be done!
It can be accomplished, this mystery of wholeness that evades us.
For in the end, the two men between me, the voices that berate me, the delusions that
diminish my resolve.
Cannot compare, to the glory of his friendship.
And through that sorrow, I will transcend pity and know joy.
I am a hero of Old, and though my mind would rebel.
My soul is strong like the prophets before me.
Amen.


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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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Dominion

Therein to link the world her seasons with our light distain
made plain the movement through them let her darkness there remain
towards the call of fellowship whose mastery is True
transformation is Just beginning whose personality is made New

Your hand Oh Lord upon them and clothe them as your own
instruction unto diligence till they all be grown
you lead them to the Father and so by him be known
opened minds to understanding all that you have shown

Lord you are and Master of Law and universe
upon the heavens and fields of earth there do you traverse
to collect the sacrifices that to your God do give
those who will lay down their lives so that others therein live

For what is Love but sacrifice so another can have joy
this is the requirement that Jesus disciples do employ
for him they are in service as the God of Loves envoy
those who gain the mastery will be like Jesus a viceroy

They've named them gods through history whose power has been nil
but Jesus demonstrated energy that is never standing still
to gods of gold of wood of stone to truth they draw not near
the requirement of the Love thy neighbor they do not hold dear

Those who pretend at reverence and ritual do fool
who worship not in spirit and truth who are but adversaries tool
upon them bind a heavy burden and stray from shining light
there guide them into a pit and grave of eternal night

For you have finely numbered those who be your own
those whose number can't be counted find the earth as home
and quoth the spirit against those that be gods named
who have fouled the Truth and the God of Heaven shamed

For God has changed from stone children to Abraham
the meek and the righteous ones to inherit the given land
like the rains of Truth from empyrean do fall
the seven spirits of the church have sent out the call

Jah did empty Heaven of the Bright and Morning Star
upon his wings did send the message to collect those near and far
For God himself did offer his own Son the sacrifice
to set us free from sin and guilt and embedded vice

For the fields are ripened and soon the sickle thrust
the angel who can read our hearts those corrupt or just
restless is the beast and his dominion over man
those who worship devils are marked in head and hand

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RAINBOW

Rainbow.......... 
Falling colour so 
Deepest violet and blue 
Indigo, 
to show 
Orange and yellow too 
Colour bright 
The children of the light 

Falling rain so 
Falling colour so................ 

rainbow 

Golden sun, 
falling rain 
This magic, 
becomes bright 
Children of the light,............. 
to reveal colour heaven 

Red and green arcing too 
Circle of seven 
Joined to make white 
Bright light 
Combined through 
this colour heaven 

Children of the light 
Rainbow bright 
Colour insight 
Circle of seven 
Made in heaven 

Circle of seven........ 
To reveal........... 
Colour heaven 
You cannot conceal 
Colour delight 
Children of the light 


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The Cowslip and the Primrose

How beautiful and pleasant is nature at this very moment it uplifts hearts,
Green is the grass dotted with young flowers in golden rods of sunlight,
The cuckoo has returned from far away and she shouts her gladness once more,
A nightingale pours hymns with love joy from every bough so sweet so lovely.

The cowslip and the primrose bathe in soft dewy meadows they bend in the wind,
The scent of their presence rises to heaven and heaven smiles down upon them,
The country side is a paradise of love youth and beauty it takes breath away,
If a child was permitted to break from parents she would run and jump with joy.

To breathe fresh pure air to revel in the feeling of all the delicious greenness,
Let work stop for a day calm the brain and heart and just lay down in soft clover,
The otter can bask so can the sedge snake and the toad, why can't can man bask too,
Such a day must come for all families or nature will waste its time go elsewhere.


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The Dust of God's Feet (Part I)

	The  eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to 
show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect towards him.
	He descends in a cloud and walks in the circuit of heaven with thick 
clouds as his covering.  He rides upon a swift cloud like a chariot.  He flies upon 
the wings of the wind and whirls in the heights of the Heaven.  Those who look 
up to number his displays see clouds rise up out of the sea from every end of 
the earth, poised and  balanced in the skies, prepared to pour down rain and 
abundant showers on them.  God drops in His cloud to blot out wrongs, in the 
thick cloud to blot out transgressions; then, His voice thunders out of the 
cloud announcing the coming storm, and He gathers the wind in his fists 
causing it to blow toward the south and turn about to the north.  It’s sound is 
heard as it whirls continually, but who can tell from where it is coming or going?  
As we ponder His mysteries, He fills His hand with lightenings, the light of His 
cloud, which lights the world with His countenance of life, and scatters them 
abroad like shot arrows commanded to hit their marks through those clouds; His 
garment is rent under us, and the water jars of heaven are tipped.


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the world tree

the tree represents the center of the world,
connecting the heavens to the earth...
the roots of the tree hold the earth,
the branches hold the sky...
heaven and hell are the sea and the sky,
and you are the horizon........

......where the great estuary of eternal life merge , as the holy water's of earth flow
to meet and be greeted by the holy water's of heaven . the world tree serves as a
conduit to all life on earth , as the roots of the tree recieve it's messages from the 
creator using the branches ; as above , so below....the horizon is consciousness,
consciousness is but a thin thread of heaven and hell's seperation .
the trunk of the world tree represents the spinal cord of the living , the branches
 represent the universal mind , the roots represent our relationship to all of 
creation . the allegorical use of the spider web represents the connectivity of all 
life on earth ; " what we do to the web , we do to ourselves ...." 
the philosophy and cosmology of the east and west meet to form unity as one 
world mind ; where we stand now is atop humankinds creation , one immense 
land mine. 
we all have a long , difficult journey ahead of us....may we all be blessed with the 
fortitude to persevere......


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my heaven in the sand

i found my heaven in the sand with you
peaceful waves lapping on the beach
your hand and your heart within my reach
sun on my face, breeze in my hair, 
your head in my lap, resting there
skies so blue, hearts so true
friends and more we've opened doors
we found the chance for true romance
i found my heaven in the sand with you
i think that you have found yours too
don't be afraid to follow your heart
everyone has troubles but you have to start
to let yourself feel something so real
in the sand with you i felt alive and free
part of you is what i want to be
let go of your fears, call me and i'll be right there
holding on to my heaven i found in you


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My Secret Place

Lying in the soft grass I watch
Morning rays peak through embracing branches
As dew springs forth on blades of grass-
Reflections of iridescent light bounce off walled bushes
And dance with water on green leaves. 
Birds sing as they bathe in the gathering dew. 
Their melodies drift through the air,
A signal to all that everything is at peace.
Velvet petals open and stretch toward heaven -
Begging the sun to smile upon them and share its light.
Reflections on water 
Mirror images of distorted beauty, 
Then gently fade and wash away.
All is calm in this enchanted place
Where earth and heaven bring nature to life.
There is no past - no future - only this beautiful moment.


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My Lifelong Love

I love the way his chain sit
I love his New York accent

He's so laid back
And is so cute when rockin' a du-rag

He's so real
He's the kind of guy who knows how to make a woman feel

He's so independent
The way it appears, he must be heaven sent

If it's a sin to feel like this
Then my spot in heaven doesn't exist

All my past relationships were daunt
But this one is exaclty what I want

It's my time to have someone who loves me for me
I'm not being selfish, cause that's what every girl needs

Girls, when you feel how I feel,
Your feelings will never again be concealed

It may feel too real
But it'll then be too late because your love has already been revealed

I don't have any regrets about meeting this guy
Because his love is good, and that I can't deny

I no longer have to look for love anymore
Because he came along and is what I'm looking for

If this is what God has in store for me to explore
This, I will not ignore

I hope this love will be forever
And I pray for joy and happiness in our endeavor

I have found the man that every woman dreams of
But most of all, I have found my lifelong love