-honestly...I have no clue why...-
As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister
The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass!
And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass
Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm
I swear my bosom was gone!
The cat then motioned at the feathered brat
For her bright breasts seemed extra fat
Of course it wouldn’t have been that
But I couldn’t just blame the cat!
I opened the window only a crack
And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?”
Such pride she attained from my bosom
Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!?
The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye
But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly!
She plopped to the ground and squawked
I would have laughed, but I was shocked!
The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes
Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!”
Before I could think I had fallen to the ground
To a booming, most terrible sound!
My eyes then opened to a cat on my head
As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.
I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.
A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.
Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.
As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.
And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.
My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.
We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.
Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.
As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.
My heart sings and I dance too:
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.
Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
trust yourself !
and don't fall down
and you will be happy
and be yourself
and be happy who you are
and you will grow wings and fly
fly to your dream
of something big
let us enjoy this for the moment
and plan the things for our future.
i think i found my way.
that way and destination is you.
that's not right.
what is right for you
i shouldn't be the destination
its the language of art.
to mean i would be with you
go beyond me.
i am just one piece
we go beyond you together.
after reaching you, we can go beyond together.
i don’t know, dream big for yourself.
i will support you
if you want to change things, change society, do things
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Written March 26, 2013
Hey you way up there in the tree
Hiding away for none to see
No I don't know why you refuse to be
Why can't you just see what I've seen
Hey little mockingbird don't mock me
It's these mystical one-eyed dreams
Keeping me from tossing myself
Twenty thousand underneath the sea
I am what I am
I've gone too far to rescind
These wonderful twisted dreams
Where we're skipping stones by the stream
I know what I feel
Now you're even more real
All I know is how to weep
With the birds lulling me fast asleep
As I sleep, I dreamt sweet dreams
I heard sweet voices of birds in the forest
A romantic, soft murmuring of ants
They were singing
Many of them singing, out of love, like me
Indeed there are many of them in love,
The love in the forest,
I will sleep again
I hope to meet you with your eyes smiling
Let’s meet tonight, not in my dreams
But in my heart, as I am in love with you!
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket!
Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells!
An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!
Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!
A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!
The gentle swaying...of a love song...as a symphony...between the trees...
And the wind!
The chant of aloha...an ancient land...of love...and legend!
Flowers...as a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds!
Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing...
A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands...
Of the tender...billowing clouds!
Endless beauty...magnificient...to behold...a trail of legend...and lore!
White sand beaches...pitched sands...softened...by Pacific Island...swells!
A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love!
From chalked...and hued...canyons...to bluish...green...waterfalls!
The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend!
Never...to leave...a heart of diamonds...and a...soul...to live forever!
My Hawaii...my...lover...of old...and...my children's...children...forever!
Poet's Own Notes:
Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body...
forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!"
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
fills the land
Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace
within my soul
Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God
Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive
Yet, dream on
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign
a little while longer
still blessing the earth
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
It burns and it stings.
More than drowning beneath
More than remaining in a
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why?
It burned and it stung.
The markings remained,
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little
known loathing were the known
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the
child that cried
Never was their relief for the
child that tried
You were that lovely bird that
understood the complications of
Nothing looked the same in
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears
The others-they were yet to
Caring Mother, o' so fair
You were that beautiful bird
filled with care.
The others came and were not
alone. Their two suitors sat on
Rampage and rage why did you
I began to wither and wither
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a
The droops of the Lily of the
Valley became the slumping of
My lovely bird the enemy had
taken you and the person you
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its
intricate self and you became
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved
Your intense spirt vanished only
to supplement a monster.
Mother, Monster and your tar
How did I kill that liver that was
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you
My lovely bird and your big
I'll tell you once, but never
Pain is only a flower for it
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as
quickly as lice.
You dear bird hurt me well.
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest
You brought me up, then you
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you
down in your deep black
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights.
Written March 25, 2013
Any minute now
The sun will rise again
A ship sets sail for the ocean
Another's coming in
I don't quite know
Where I should even begin
The day breathes a sigh
That makes me wonder why
The rain falls only in the den
Where we sit so patiently and wait
The same couch from our first date
Maybe this is just our fate
What house is this I'm in
The paint is wearing thin
The sound of stories told
Has got me growing old
Just you and me my darling
And all the red starlings
Any minute now
The night will come again
We'll set sail for the ocean
Watch others coming in
If I ventured in the slipstream
Would I find you in my dreams
So be still my love
Don't fear this life you're in
Things will change this time around
I'll let the light shine in
I'm just waiting
For this life to begin
You must be patient. Look the world and don’t say anything
look at you :The language is source of misunderstanding;
And your rebel golden hair is waving through
The maze that is golden, too: it will remind you…
I love the round of the wind in the maze.
I love the sound of the breeze, while I gaze
A playtful bird in a the sky an other bird whom run
-Karen calls this ,challenge, the moments of sun…
Bogardo`s song: “Forests` Fairy, be child again and play with me…”
I saw a green kitten that grew as cat whetting her claws on a tree;
Then ,as Green tigress running a stag in the silent green ;
Impressing dress, swinging long dress lovely waving so green…
This dream ,Daniel ,you may translate at the court of your Queen
You must come back at the same poem,at the same time
I’ll wait for you in the same blessed unforgettable rhyme
Happiness always tip-toes and suddenly brings
Not only words of optimism, but certain things
Ready to fly with us above the Fallen Crest
Brave Caryl, the most verses usually unwritten rest
Outside the entrance with many mirrors and wonders.
I’m trying to reply with verses to wonderful senders:
I don’t know why your names as fresh as a daisy
Sound me so familiar that they make me so crazy
To think I learnt your poems by heart once, in the past.
From my monastery called tomorrow, covered by light’s dust
Michael ,you wake up a dream whose echoing like rain
In my heart's joyous exile, has broken that chain:
Rapping, tapping, slowly entered my prayer
Taking part to the River Prayer, my dear;
But don’t bet on me, because I don’t know if It is written
In the forest to find what you search: I am a silent birch
With the inner song and the feelings of our High Church.
I am the happy lark who meets you, old pelerine Mark
I found …!I found good earth. I’m resting now on this Ark.
From swirled clouds ,the splendid lasting mark
Is hold in frozen seasons and forests dark?
As secret flame of love of life ,of kiss Of Mark
Admiring the flight of birds and, the song of the lark;
I stayed a lot and meditated in a hot milk afternoon:
Sue’s dunes like shapes of acratered
Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly
Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did
I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so
God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea
But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man
Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone
Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make
God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him
But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past
now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him
Shall I pass the phantom's test?
Find solace and peace in the belly of my bed?
I will not fear the darkness
Black as ravens head
Nor the shadows that watch and wait
While I nestle in my bed
No longer fear the cold breath, winter chill
Or the whispers of death and ill will
My fears, blooming as beauty of youth
From where are their roots?
She wants that feel of summertime
When everything seems to rhyme
A courageous bird sailing over the mountains
A bud in the morning, delicate flower by evening
An ever so perpetual meaning
Swallowed up the sunshine
You've never felt so divine
The breeze gently playing with your hair
Dancing in the tall grass, completely bare
We found the treasure, but it needs a key
Quite possibly it's the love from you and me
We will never reach our peak
Always something new to seek
-Cody T. Nitz
On the other side
where the dark resides
there are skylarks in the night
While our children sleep
they bring dreams to keep,
sunlit rainbows, in their flight
With soft wings, they fly
soothing babies in their beds
For each precious child,
dreamland is compiled,
gently laced with pastel threads
Submitted for Dr. Ram's Contest: Alouettee "Skylark"
an autumn songbird gives voice to the luxurious late day
beautiful its song caresses the ear
all natural world breathing as one with your heart
as the sun itself kisses you tenderly
as if saying farewell to you and the day
and as the sun slips to the horizon
you close your eyes and can feel heart take to wing
with the autumn songbird playful in the crisp air
feel your soul breath and soar among the clouds
floating in the warm breeze of
that eternal summer dream where
everyone is forever young and in love
forever happy and filled with wonder
the autumn songbird fills me with her song
fills me with the strength of possible beauty that the new day promises
fills me with the peace found at the heart of kindness
so will you join me
rejoicing her song
will you take a moment to breath in
the wonder of late autumn summery day
In that moment, it was all too clear.
The caged bird never sang nor did it fear
that the rhyme and melody would disappear
into the vastness and silence of the soul’s reverie.
The dream became tainted as the breaths fainted.
The heart bleeds in tears.
In that moment, it was all too gray.
The caged bird never sang nor wanted to stay,
for the words and line often fray
into pieces at the end of every sentence.
The dream became tainted as the breaths fainted.
She turned and walked away.
In that moment, I wanted only to hear
the caged bird sing so I can say
that even when I fail to persevere,
I love you through my heart’s dismay.
The dream fainted as the breaths became tainted.
The rhyme and melody frayed
the moment the caged bird flew away.
wing's spread for morning flight
catching the wind at first dawns light
wings take me high , so high i might
see the place to end my flight
soaring above forest grandure green
scenes of mountains and glorious streams
only birds can see these things
for the eye's they were given
were made to be keen
like a bird leaving Noah's Ark
searching for land just a small part
and perhaps a little something to take
back to the Ark
of long gone ancestors i dream
like all birds, i dream
i dream of a bird sitting in a tree
i dream that that bird is waiting just for me
when i land she will not flee
she will have something just for me
there it is the tree
with one lone dove waiting just for me
i'll ascend , like the spirit
of my ancestor before me
that landed upon the Messiah, gently
and rest with her i will not leave
from now on to her i'll cleave
I do not know?
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,
red blushes and an idea, lightbulb,
Balloon rises cheekily to georgous Sunset,
little man witnesses the pop.
Skin floats gently to ant city,
little man shudders, can't bear to look,
little man bursts into tears.