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Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

Forever Lost, Lover and Friend

She felt the greatest weight of lost time,
that feeling when shadows creep all about.
Echoes drifted by, in tune and in rhyme
dark and draped around a loud agonizing shout!

No second chance to ever find her lost love,
her brave seaman feared now lost at sea.
Bright sun and pretty clouds resting above,
yet no beauty could ever reunite she and he!

Morning mists promised her ever so much,
there was again, love in many future dreams
However, nothing could ever replace his touch
his words flowed again like mountain streams!

Lone gull flew just within sight so far overhead.
She imagined, sign that her lover was truly dead!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2015

Note- A sad sonnet for a change. Only death is worse
 than a lost love. A love one imagines to be the greatest
 to have ever existed!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Rhyme | |

April, Sweet Sounds Of Life

April, Sweet Sounds Of Life
  ( A Bird Singing To Me)

 Sweetest, softest sounds I ever heard
 were sweet notes of a mockingbird.
 Sitting up high in an old, dead oak tree
 far above busy hive of honey bees.

 April is here with its wet, hard rains
 hitting us like many wrecking trains.
 Warm winds start replacing chilly cold
 as we long for those happy days of old.

 Joy sounds in the notes of mockingbirds
 like sweet whispers of a lover's words.
 Please, listen today if you think you can
 will cheer the soul of any lonely man.

 Robert J. Lindley -04-17-2014

Note- This poem was written based on a memory from 
decades ago. A visit to my favorite woods. To my favorite spot there
and my resting under an old elm tree. Moments later a mockingbird 
flew and landed on the old dead oak tree in front of where I rested
and serenaded me. Just as  -if-  it had been sent !! In fact, it stayed there
 until I got up to leave and followed me right up to the road where my
 car was park. I noted that strange bird behavior..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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Phoenix rising

Phoenix Rising.

She's a golden bird with wings afire, like an eagle she appears
Her age be often very great some say one hundred years.
At death she builds her funeral pyre and puts herself to flame
But she will rise above the fire and she will live again.

This mighty bird rules Scorpio, a deep and mystic sign
Which births those brooding types of folk with questions on their mind.
Who's lives be ruled by transformation, who must rise above the fire
Yes Scorpios be here on earth to rise above desire.

It starts off with the Scorpion, boy she knows how to sting
She hides herself in icy water, to desires she will cling.
And she must grow into an eagle and fly high in the sky
She must peel away the onion layers and learn before she dies.

And then her golden feathers, come ablaze with orange fire
And the Phoenix bird she will rise up above those bold desires.
The fiery eagle will build her pyre and put herself to flames
This be the song of transformation, when life's no more the same.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |


I am lost
I can feel no presence
I know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mine
I have a teacher
A teller of all there is to be known of the world
She has bestowed upon me the gifts of a magi
I have sailed deep oceans with noblemen and written great works with worldly scholars
All of this I owe to her, my "teacher"
But through all her wisdom I have heard or seen of no such creature
The one of whose value is as mine
I looked upon the oracle and many great libraries with scriptures overflowing
I still have read or seen of no such monster
I've heard witches speak ancient incantations
and I have sung songs with the sirens
Out of the monsters and spirits that came none of which had a significance as is mine
Upon my dreariness and woeful thought came the final place
A painting of life and death
A tale of heaven and hell at war
The purity of truth blackened by man
 I saw upon them a thing of which is mine
Not upon the dead who will be missed
Nor the skeletons carrying away the dead, the ones with purpose
Not even of the severed limbs and broken bones discarded at random in the field of chaos and confusion
No, I saw my equal upon the shadows
A black being darker than silence
A causer of mischief and misfortune
A wielder of pain and sorrow
My equal is hated by all for all he has done
My equal is upon the wicked and the damned sadly he is to dumb to care
My equal of such tresspasses is a demon
My equal is a man who dressed in black kills and dies and is born again through his ashes of filth
He sees his crimes
It is because of this he wept upon his hands
His hands
The hands stained my children's blood and scared by the scratches of the innocent
But I was wrong
I am not equal to a demon, for these are not the acts of a demon but of man
That is my equal 
My equal is man
My sins are everlasting 
My transgressions are in stone
Man is the cause for the failure of men
Man is the cause for the failure of many!

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Copyright © Haley Melton

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Shadows Resting Upon Stones

Shadows Resting On Stones

I follow the birds of night seeking a roost,
place to rest my old, weary head on high.
Looking down below for my heart's big boost,
as the lonely eerie darkness drifts on by!

I follow red racing lines of my future fate,
on paths strewn with big jagged boulders.
Seeking deeper knowledge of life not too late,
fill this head resting upon my shoulders!

I follow a ghost of her soft,sweetest caress,
thin mystical veil of gently mercy sent.
Behind the wail of all that I dare confess,
sins, pains and past life so ill spent!

I follow the shadow of a fleeing old man.
From the boiling pot into the frying pan!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-08-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Sonnet | |

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1
Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows,
overhead moon and stars race in shows.
Owl hoots out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat,
fire burning, his dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away a panther lets loose angry call,
just announced its great power is all.
Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal,
so silently deadly, so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life."
Me this damn happy, even without a wife!

Robert J. Lindley
November 18, 1977

Note- An old sonnet from my stored
private writes.So very long ago but I 
can still remember the late night whiskey
drinking when writing this one! 
This sprang from my reading Emerson 
and Poe that night(from old footnote).
Strange that it was not a dark poem! 
Perhaps Emerson won out.

Now is this poem(SHOWN BELOW) better after I edited to meet proper sonnet syllable count?
I think it is not myself. Which is why I often ignore the ten syllable count in my

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1-  (edited version to meet the ten syllable count)

Deep in the dark woods a campfire glowing,
overhead moon and stars race on showing.
Owl now hooting out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Enjoying this solitary retreat,
fire burning,dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away panther lets loose angry call,
just announcing its great power is all.
Overhead owl flies out to get a meal,
silent, deadly so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the greatest life."
Me this happy, even without a wife!

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Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Free verse | |


it was ill thought, my idea spoken that sat in the trees that branched out unlit. i tried to keep it quiet,  when the finger on your lip  screamed out to me to shush  but the lit bodies in your multi toned hair never warned the raven black ravens, not to tell. the ones that took flight against a wallpapered sky  into a fully rounded moon. they squawked it to the clouds who warned the wind,  that blew it to the mountains  and they echoed it across the land. that's when the silence broke. but your other hand took the words away and still motionless they wonder what it was they knew.

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

Details | I do not know? | |

nature these days

free like the bird on these trees
outside smells makes my nose go insane
I take my own 
though I continue searching for my Alpha 
to love
to see more 
to learn 
to be part of a pack
broken limbs 
broken roads
that's all I see 

free like the bird on these trees
we see 
we smell
we hear
we feel
we fight for whom we believe is right

-lone wolf-

Copyright © lone wolf mystery

Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | ABC | |

trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly to your dream
of something big

Copyright © kay alexander

Details | Free verse | |



I am trapped in a dimension
Where only repetition exists,
That reoccurs the colour theme of black. 

But the windows are very visible from the doom,
Delineating bright sunlight and pavement colour of the moon. 
Best of all, I can see the birds flapping their mighty wings.

I unfold my arms with barely any strength, 
And reach for them, 
Hoping to become one of them.

Every night and morning when the outside of the windows,
Is beautifully shaded with calming grey that mellows.

And when it is painted in soft blended colour of thick orange and light yellow,
Birds fly between South and North through the colour of fallow. 

I can tell very easily without effort, 
Each of them holds great stories
Because I was like them once, 
Who also held great stories. 

Yes, I was one of those birds, 
With pride and strength, 
That glided through the treasure sites, 
And enjoyed when the warm breeze kissed my cheeks
Over golden sparkling oceans.

But now my wings are broken,
Memories and valuables torn apart in ashes,
In to pieces that cannot be glued back. 

So I always whisper to myself,
With solemn remorse,
I sure do miss those days. 

Copyright © Andrew Park

Details | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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…

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz

Details | Free verse | |

Beak of Night


Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

By; p.d.

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | Cinquain | |


a new 
dawn casts handfuls -
of golden birds' notes on 
today this day
of days

Copyright © Paul Geiger

Details | Haiku | |

Sparrow picks worm

As frost melts
Revealing green grass
Sparrow finds fat worm

Copyright © Uwe Stroh

Details | Ballade | |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

Details | Free verse | |

Like a Sparrow

Sits content on the ridge cap 

of your roof, tweeting, mind fleeting

is happy to find a worm, a bug

cares not for the song 

of the nightingale

just as well

you'd place him in a cage

to hear him sing

cares not for the eagles flight

you'd tame him, make him hunt

for you

he is happy to be the sparrow

as that is what he was intended to be

how sad would it be

if there were no sparrows

in the big city marketplace

We humans so get off the track of life

end up derailed, marooned, shipwrecked

but of our own accord

carry too much baggage

What do we care about destiny

so are we caught up in our own

web of consternation

that we are blind to truth

You know that the mighty king,

the hippy, the judge, the baker

and the undertaker, and my dear reader,

even you, and me

we all stem from the same cell, originally

as we were taught at R I, in primary school

Yet all that matters little, cosmically speaking

as the earth spins about itself and about the sun etc.

it does not spin for or around you nor me

but it is so indescribably beautiful

that in the reflection of a puddle

in the street

we can see the moon, the sun, our faces

cathedrals and mountains

regardless of riches or poverty.

Like a sparrow

we ought to accept

what we have

as that is most likely

how it was intended.

Copyright © Uwe Stroh

Details | Narrative | |


Lady bird, lady bird, why thou sings so beautifully
When other had got their voice cracked in the noon?
Do you sing of peace or lost love?
You have bottled my heart with your adverbial voice
Tending the grains in my garden to peace whilst they clap
Thou have undressed the grasses of the field with your song
Your muse perching from tree to tree

The leaves dances merrily in their branches
The air in their wonderful world rejoice
Thou advertises their motions and worth
The sky clapping brightly in justification
Of your undying voice of historical flight
Hold on miss independent and repeat to my ear
The last line of the song you sang
It sounded so sweet to my soul
The meaning of your heart beat

thou sings like a preacher on the altar of love
With a rekindled voice radiating the soul
The wind trumpet hilariously whilst the tree dances
Oh lady bird, thou make my heart beautiful 
Clamouring for the lost vegetable of my life
Tell me what thou sing of that i may join
In the perfection of my glowing bed which 
Shows me the important of good neighbourlines.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent

Details | Light Poetry | |


Birds know not that they can fly 
They walk through polluted air 
while speculating the ground
Breathing with no stunts
Singing poetry

Chasing dinner insects 
They worry not of those underneath 
their wings and armpits
Body spraying plastic smiles before plastic 
smiles became master mind whistles injecting plastic smiles
For ages in miles mankind was found living in questioned ties 
Believes that chased appetite and appearance in who convinced who?
Who’s believe is doper than who's? 
Impressed innocent birds 
school flying into a jungle 
of traps 
Trapping footsteps of time tapping bird instincts 
Times when stones painted hardcore messages 

Public protectors protected by the public over multiple times in public 
Birds devoted to pose as public vendors
Selling binoculars that see tomorrow's pro reptiles 
Reptiles tongue sucking any promised 2 second smile
flying skill
Deeper than expected heavy duty attitudes 
carried to carry on caring for 
those who care not to fly over dark clouds

Birds know not that they can fly 
They walk through polluted air 
while speculating the ground
Breathing with no stunts
Singing poetry

(c) Ray

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane

Details | Free verse | |

Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Ballad | |


I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day

Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith

Copyright © Brian Otoole

Details | Narrative | |

The Comfort of Poetry

Sometimes, I feel like a bird hiding
Under a thin hollow of a leaf
The bird which blinks at the sun
When a branch moves and starts
At a crack of a dry twig
Sometimes, I feel so abandoned,
So tormented, surrounded by
 The huge trees, by big clouds 
Of a callous, cruel world 
But when I remember my poems
I see little flowers out of the grass
Like floating lamps,
I can smell the sweet scent 
Of lime trees in June
I can hear the skylark`s morning song
And many birds fly above my head,
 Trembling,  painfully drawing out
These profound truths 
Which need an enormous effort 
To speak out
But here they are, comforting me,
Telling me that heaven is
Divinely merciful, infinitely benignant
For it has spared me, 
Pardoned  my weakness

Copyright © Vesna Kovrlija

Details | I do not know? | |

The humming bird and the rose

Oh, humming bird, you are so flick,
You kiss as fast as your heart beats! 

Oh, blooming rose, you are so prick,
Your thorns are true but your beauty cheats!

Stop your wings and do not come close, 
Your beak is not gold to kiss a rose! 

And who is good enough, may I ask?
Fulfilling your demand is too hard as task!

A young maiden with heart-shaped lips
Walking hand to hand with her pair. 

She may have too delicate fingertips 
To bring your core to live in her lair. 

You wave your bill to kiss and fence
The same weapon against any defense…

But my darling, this is my power 
I can choose, while you as a flower…

       …Will be kissed by any stranger 
Me?  Away, spare me from this ploy! 

Hush, there may be just one real danger:
	You may beg for more and enjoy! 

Copyright © João Camilo

Details | Ballade | |

Where the river meets the sea

Where the river meets the sea.

I’m camping here in Denmark
Where the river meets the sea
I’m looking cross the river
At a bent and twisted tree
I don’t know just what type it is
But I really love its beauty
It’s a piece of nature’s art.
And mesmerizes me.

It’s branches reach out everywhere
In a gnarled and twisted way
It’s the coming of the sunrise
On this soft and gentle day
And this tree it looks so splendid
As the silence calms my mind
It’s to be here in these mornings
For this I was destined.

The tree is filled with little birds
All dressed in black and white
I don’t know what they call them
But they fill me with delight
A sight without the labels
Is a better way to see
So I just sit here gazing
At these bird’s perched in the tree.

31 May 2014 @ 0725hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

There is a Love

There is a love so loud my ears will sing it 
There is a truth so bright my face will shine 
This rhythm has the birds and beasts all dancing 
There is a secret that's unveiled every time 
There is a hope so good my eyes will water
A dream that I can barely understand 
There is a sword right-handed and it's clashing 
A God that will uplift a simple man

Copyright © Kyle kriticos

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
A playful
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin

Details | I do not know? | |

Balloon and Co

A rich yellow Balloon, 
happily adopted by a little man,
Balloon thinks hold my ribbon,
and I will guide you lovingly.
 Suddenly a gust of wind,
and the little man seems smaller,
an outstretched arm and a tear,
and with that, Balloon is all alone.
 A city tower stands tall,
Balloon only knows up,
reflections in the windows,
of a bald yellow face ascending. 
 Six floors up, grumpy giants,
suits pointing grumpy orders,
twenty, and an uptight woman spills coffee,
Balloon wanted to save her notes.
 Higher now, a sign reads elevater,
a secret card game on the roof,
employees on look out,
Balloon chuckles, he won't tell.
 Time stops as Balloon sets gaze on Sun,
blushes from her and an idea, lightbulb,
Balloon inhales, rises smooth to Sunset,
little man witnesses the pop.
 Skin floats gently to ant city,
little man shudders, can't bare to look,
little man bursts into tears.

Copyright © Daniel Barrell