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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Sleep Amongst The Reeds

A prickly world envelopes 
The subtle Emerald skin, 
One so delicate as can be scorched
By an Irish morning sun. 
Low gulls crying overhead
Keep me idle amongst the reeds,
Eyes wide, sucking in the expanding blue, 
Sporadically streaked with white.
Rose dances with Ray 
Along the celestial path, and
A blushing glow is born.
Deep breaths. 
Salty air caresses and travels 
Down into a spongy soul.
Hand to cheek, a rose
Returns to blue, but Ray
Will forever twinkle around
The dusty pink until 
The crimson lakes again flourish.
The shriek of wings down the shore
Are now a distant echo. Lids heavy,
The siesta forcing me to sink
Further into the hot sands of the coast.
Light as a feather, eyes dimming,
I see it all as the tide chases me.
Through times of trouble she has guided;
In sadness, she did listen; once again
She draws closer and prepares to lead me
From the woes of the city, the faults of society, 
And into a world that is real: the salt of the earth.
I want to swim into unknown, bathe 
In the life of her vessel, and have the soothing
Waves wash over me and rid me of the false pretences.
But for now, I will listen to her: 
A soothing voice that one must never vex,
Swooshing in and sneaking out.
A light crash of waves against the rocks
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
The drama from days gone by
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Money and bills swooshing in
“To hell with those” sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swooshing in, sneaking out;
Swoosh—
Out!

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Trip

Dawn’s arms rock us awaken
First light guides our eyes open
A minute or two we bask
Before we rise to the tasks

Buzzing we go, all duty
Not missing the melody
Of plans laid out well in war
When the battle cry did warn

Signs were posted in plenty
In aches of flesh past groaning
Clocks ticked too fast to keep up
We sensed the call to the Sun

Finally armed and fueled
We three and the engine revved 
Taking routes always farther 
Away from the walled master

Warmer becomes flesh and heart
As we steer like movie stars
Heads high to catch the sun’s drops
Eyes shaded in blissful lost

Soon we are flying through air
Passing green-eyed rooms with cheer
Bucolic scenes blaze colors
How beautifully they merge

Tempo slows as deep blue nears
Silent, the wait comes to bear 
Descent is smooth, toes sink in
Digging in grains so golden

It is here we recover
Here, we let go of the war

Copyright © Terry-Ann Coley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K

Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013