Sorrowful unto death
(Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV)
He that increases true wisdom increases grief...
exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove,
and to know serpent knowledge is to know,
how the house of Love was divided, that sorrow is in learning,
how many there are deceived of themselves….
To be harmless as a dove is to be love,
to be of a serpentine jester is to pester,
to pester life as a jester of strife...
is to be twain in total vain.
Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment…
The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee,
opening the sacred heart gives one options to see,
the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee,
tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree…
the nature of life’s tree eternally…
To be is, to be, of the nature of life’s tree,
not to be, is to be, of thine own ciestrine…
Alone in my room...
Bored and hungry
With no food to consume
I look at a corner...
"Hello, Jimmy, it's an honour."
My room became his...
My new room-mate
My heart was filled wit bliss
Day 3, knocked off at five
Jimmy still in my room
"Come on, let's get you a wife."
I offered him to nature
Jimmy hopped with joy
Too bad I can't denature
It is a dangerous world
Lizard caught Jimmy...
I froze in angst as Jimmy twirled
of carmine and carnelian
Dying in a sunset’s
The flame of pink,
the smoke of lavender
Grudgingly giving rise…to
Final feeble glowing light
of velvety purple
Then to Ebon soot of night
Super moon last night saw it from my terrace
18% brighter and 20% nearer a meteorologist
On TV said…how dry can one get?
Huge, yellow and beautiful, so close I could
touch it with a broom handle but I felt its pull
for a moment levitated and dared dream big.
Beauty should be shared till it becomes
a memory pooled by lovers, but you were not
there to see this wonder.
This was not a night for sleeping it was one for
nearness with the one you love and restless
I walked on sandy lane thinking of your absence.
I can feel the clouds moving above me
covering the sun
Just enough to feel the warmth of it
The wind screaming through the trees
Drops of rain trickling down my forehead
As I observe the colors of the rainbow
set upon your stone
The earth above you cool and quiet
As you slowly become embraced
within its soil
Sleep in silence
cry no more
In the circle of life
A new child is born.
We take turns stabbing
with our shovel at rocky clay dirt
until the cut's deep
enough for what little remains
of our family dog.
Warm wet salt drops--
on my tongue as
I sip wine from a fragile glass
Stare through to hawks
swimming in October winds
circling hills full of Diablo
full of still,
As the summer breeze blows through the air
I can feel your presence, I know you are there
As the summer breeze blows across the sea
I can feel your presence, it overwhelms me
As the summer breeze blows around the earth
I can feel your presence as I did at your birth
As the summer breeze blows through the trees
I can feel your presence from my head to my knees
As the summer breeze blows across my face
I can feel your presence though
You're in another place
As the summer breeze blows half past seven
I can feel your presence even though you're in Heaven
As the summer breeze blows and leaves entangle
I can feel your presence my sweet little Angel
As the summer breeze blows the tears now start
I can feel your presence within my heart
Copyright © 1998 Shari E Davis
FROM HIS BRAIN POETRY FELL,
FROM HIS CREATIVITY EMERGED-
HE WAS YOUNG IN THE POETIC DUEL,
READY TO MAKE HIS PRESENCE FELT.
AND A THOUSAND POEMS READILY DROPPED
AS HIS SWORD BRANDISHED HOT.
HE COULD SING OUT EVERY HIS POEM
AND MAKE NATURE SILENTLY WEEP.
BUT ALAS! WHILE NATURE SLEPT,
DEATH READILY REFUSED TO SLEEP-
FOR IT CAME AROUND READY TO REAP
RIGHT FROM THIS EARTH THIS YOUNG POET'S NAME.
HERE LIE THE REMAINS OF HIS POETIC FAME
AFTER DEATH HAD MURDERED HOT:
WHAT MUST WE DO THAN SILENTLY WEEP
CUZ HE IS GONE TO THE ETERNAL KEEP.
YOUR SOUL WATCHES EVERY TEAR DROP
AS OUR HEARTS PRAY TO HEAVEN'S REALM
TO RECEIVE YOUR SOUL AND BE IT REDEEMED,
SO THAT YOUR POEMS MAY NOT IN HEAVEN SLEEP.
a barren desert:
deprived of life,
where one would be sent
only in their worst nightmare.
This is a place
one's body and soul
would surely die
This is a place
has deprived you of tears
- you no longer can cry,
the last hope for thee
is to find some water
- there is none,
No matter how hard you try,
there is no hope for thee
- you are losing your life.
What is left for you
is turning into stone:
- dried to the bone.
There is no help for thee,
you are here alone
willing to return home,
but all hope is gone.
There is nothing left,
but one strength -
thy last resort,
yet it demands
the very last feeling
not letting your life
it is your will of living,
for the people whom you love.