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Details | Ballade | |

My Last Wish

If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.

If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent 
And share it with everyone.

If only I can be 
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.

If you permits me to  live and die 
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.







Details | Lyric | |

MORE

More peaceful than bright meadows
More grandeur than tall trees
More beautiful than flower gardens
More honey than many busy bees

More than I can imagine
Much more than I can see
More than I can express
Much more you mean to me

More lovely than sweet song birds
More breathtaking than a sunset
More tender than a moma bear
More amazing than the day we met

More than I can understand
Much more than I can take in
More gratitude, I couldn't know
Much more your heart to win

Contest: Judy's "The Lazy Contest"
Date: 10-12-14


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Vitrine-mannequin on a Winter night I

Mannequin

Dependent was and amorous obsession 5.5
in burning desert, fresh canteen 4
his sidewalk's fantasy and thoughts' digression, 5.5
the strongest coffee's roasted bean 4
(their phantasms met beyond projectors' light). 5

Exquisite stood upfront, unmoving posture,
distressing emptiness of soul,
unreachable resort her sightly stature,
(- expending skies and ozone hole),
prêt à porter vitrine, on Winter's night.

Behind the glass, a still and standing shadow
abates his hopes (gray sky suspends),
( he takes his foolish stance of wooden scarecrow,
- that through odd sprawls the fields attends ),
was she the blessing of the Gods or else?...

His allegorical, but lonely feeling,
instilled inside, without defect,
while speechless phantoms crossed sky's ceiling,
the downpour soaked, warmth to reject,
(ersatz their wedlock's knolling, fast dispels).

Her uppish, elegant of stance, adjacent,
within arm's reach, kind of abstruse,
albeit abstained, of secular indulgence,
(his head acquired a tilt obtuse),
invited him through faultless, charming lies.

A brass trumpet dispersed its jazzy spieling,
he, thoughtless, leaned on some red booth,
adored her raised one hand's refined appealing,
(- that altruistic, smiling tooth!),
and gazing to the stars but vacant eyes!...

© G.V. 11-16-2013, All Rights Reserved

(Iambic Quintain following 5.5, 4, 5.5, 4, 5 feet on each stanza. 
The rhyme scheme follows this pattern: 
ABABC DEDEC, FGFGH, IJIJH ... and so on.)
(Allegory, Humor)


Details | Free verse | |

Truth, Tears and Temptation

Venus’s light grew ever brighter as discovery marked its territory
On new faces—old ones brought to the light of sudden love-falls
I grew wary of the feelings surpassing my entire being
Wavelengths of caution holding their hands up in dominance
“Do not pass as to succumb to the charm of your desires,
Yet pause in the epiphanies that blind you”

This voice had the authority over the stars and planets,
Over the birds and beasts, and could be heard by all rebellious men
Its anger was subtly piercing, with no trace of mortal malice
Erupting for the greater good of my confused soul,
Trapped in the sentiments that have swayed me into some false conviction

“Stay here and forget the voice,” says another oh so softly,
“Take wing into heavens none have traveled before
Do not pause at the discretion of your reasoning—
Instead ride upon the back of revolution’s stride
Taste the inner cravings that have molded you together
Crunch on the sustenance of those around you
Eat it all—for the morsels are both tasty and satisfying
Be fattened in the comfort that everyone around you…FALLS”…

And then my guard was cut clean off…
By the most gorgeous face I have ever set eyes upon
I had seen this face, many a time…
Yet now it pierced me sharper than ever before
I longed to taste the lips that spoke to me
I faltered in the sound of the laughter escaping the mouth
The heart of this being was so fixated in its own reality
And the despair of my desire grew uncomfortably under boulders of Never-
Will-I-Attain

Oh voice, loud as thunderous fire…
Why can I not desire what I will never have? 
Will I crumble to dust by this new feeling,
Or shall I forget it all and assemble my thoughts upon new and greater 
heights? 

“Oh beautiful soul, take a look at your heart of gold,
Remember your time is ever so short—and though all fall short,
These desires inside you will stretch your time into success
All bottled up in alerted misery,
Why burden yourself in cold sobriety?
Embark upon the passions like the waves of the sea—
Give that heart that you so long for what it deserves…
Give it the truth—your truth
And if you fall, you fall…”

I silenced the thought with terrible thrashing tears
Wanting to listen, yet too stiff to absorb it all
I begged the voice to strengthen me,
And all I could hear was the assurance of my desires

Yet the echo of the Almighty was clearer than the sorrows I possess even 
now:

“Do not pass as to succumb to the charm of your desires,
Yet pause in the epiphanies that blind you”


Details | Verse | |

This is me

You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror,
To say "This is me".
To Compare yourself to what you think you should be.
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
"How can this be?",
"Why did God do this to me?",
You put on some make-up or some acne-cream,
To cover the blemishes that others can see.
But it doesn't mater what others see,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder is me.
So stop annotating,
And start complimenting,
Not on what should be,
But on what is!

You were created in God's image,
Oh.
How.
Powerful.
To see who you really are,
Oh.
How.
Magical.

In that mirror is not,
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
But a scientific creation from stardust,
Something that's way beyond us.
And what's inside is something so unique,
So special,
Because no one else has it,
It's.
Like.
Magic.

It's you!

You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth.
With the ability to wake up and show your worth.
So why wake up and talk negative?
When you could wake up and smile.
Why not be happy for a while?
Why try to please everyone else,
When all you have to do is be yourself?

People say "What matters is on the inside.",
And you say "But look at my outside.".
And I say there is no good side,
You as a whole is the creation,
There is no separation.
Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony,
Destroying themselves with negativity.
Just Stop!

You are beautiful because you are rare,
Because no one else can compare.
Your face,
Your nose,
Your eyes,
With your sense of humor to comprise,
Someone no one else can match.
Try to make it in a lab...
Try throw it down the hatch.
You compare yourself to everyone else,
When you are one of a kind.
Why can't you get that in your mind?
Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be?
Beauty is not symmetry.
Look in the mirror and what do you see?
The beauty that you are...
This is me...


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 | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Love Story

I once loved
I once cried
I once died

Love was like the wind
My heart a leaf on a tree
Blown away


Details | Ballade | |

Expectations

Expectations

There’s one truth that comes through me
For those who’d stop and listen
If you can’t handle misery
And you hate those tears to glisten
Then here’s some really good advice
Don’t have those expectations
Expectation be the thing
That causes war twixt nations.

Expectations are the beast
That sweeps throughout our land
Everyone has many of them
Though they don’t understand
It’s because of expectations
That friendships rip to shreds
It causes many hearts to bleed
And torture in the head.

I’m dropping expectations
It’s pretty hard to do
And yet it’s worth the effort
I know that this be true
Sometimes I might slip a bit
But this don’t mean a thing
Cause it’s all within the trying
That makes the warm heart sing

14 January 2014 1007hrs.



Details | Free verse | |

Where my Beauty lies

My beauty lies, in the warmth of my care.
It’s in the way I shield your secrets, those private things that we share.

My beauty lies in the grace of my stride
It’s the seductive swaying, a hypnotic glide

My beauty lies in the confidence of my walk
It’s in the tone of my voice, the way that I talk.

My beauty lies on softness of my lips
It’s in the charm of my smile; it’s in the curve of my hips

My beauty lies here in the space between my thighs
It’s in those words that I speak that can make your nature rise.

My beauty lies, in places beyond my flesh
It’s the way my soul opens up and offers you rest. 

My beauty lies in the depths of my eyes.
It’s the way they lead you to my heart and welcome you inside.


Details | Quatrain | |

Epilogue of Love

To have lived not being loved at all -

hunchbacked like a question mark-

your soul continuously on parole

imagine beauty in the dark


Perhaps we passed each other in the speed

of different trains colliding with the time

in one - abandoned newborn girl in need

the other - useless vagabond and wine.


Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree

and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?

Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -

too much horizon and no space for prairies...


Imagine beauty in the dark

When wings demolish walls of sorrow

I'll die again an injured lark

Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.

www.scripca.com


Details | Couplet | |

The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Emilee

Leave the broken in the past, Renew the beauty with sun-light; Nothing's ever meant to last So won't you make this moment bright? Dwelling on who causes pain, And feeling guilty now and then Will only pro-long pouring rain, And damage who you are again. Whether it be self acceptance, Pessimistic points of view, Even social-tied reluctance Or seeing beauty through and through, See yourself for who you are, And love yourself for only that Before contentment strays too far And you can never bring it back.


Details | Couplet | |

The Ever-Present

Light is the Most Damning of Natures Creations,
It Masks Beauty Whereas Darkness Perpetuates it.

                             - The Stars They Shine,
                                             But The Night is Black -

This Space Was Destined To Be Understood By
The Ticking Minds of Sober Gentlemen.

                             - Not A Drunken Irish Boy -
                        - Ceaselessly Inspired by Its Beauty -

The Strings Cast The Vibration Through The Skin,
And the Mind Frees Itself With Anticipation

                             - I Have No Reason To Believe -
                      -  That This World Was Built Upon Love -

The Foundations Beneath Us Quake and Sway, But,
We Choose To Live Above Those Rotten Fathoms.

                             - Ignoring The Ever Present 
                                                 Corruption of Togetherness -

This Earth Spins on Its Broken Axis, Onto a Stage of
Perpetuating Loneliness...

....I Wish I Was Just Visiting,
                        But This is My Home...


Details | Free verse | |

Antiques at the Sawmill

Mom has always loved antiques
I have never asked her why
Perhaps it's the connection to the past
Maybe the craftsmanship
The smell of ancient wood
The curves
The fact that they were built to last

She turned a passion into a business
A few small pieces in her living room
A sign on a door
Interesting how businesses are born
Bob there by her side
Together building on her dream

There once was an old sawmill
Where men had worked with ther hands
Hard work had its demands
Each one did what he could
Their strength remains
Locked within the wood
Those same hands had built mom's home
Over one hundred years ago
Time dripped on it didn't slow
Mom's home became the perfect place
To celebrate the past
Her home and business
Built from things that were made to last

The business grew
Taking over the home
Visits from patrons
Calls on the phone
Busy all the time 
No space for them to be alone
It became time 
For them to expand
They looked to the future
The life they planned
Built on their historic land 

A new addition built from old wood
Soaring ceiling
Above them stood
I remember the beams 
Spectacular
From an old barn hewn from fir
Lifted on Bob's wide strong back
Formerly they had been just a stack
A one of a kind home
Filled with love
With bedrooms and landing up above
The kitchen was the centre piece
A place to gather
Filled with love and peace

Love of the past
Hope for the future
Has alway been a part of her
Together melded and celebrated
As a result I appreciate
The solid
The values
The ingenuity
Forever engrained in my blood
My respect for the old
My admiration  of antiques

Remnants of the business still remain
The building sold
Mom loves going to auctions
She still sells at local Antique Markets
Sadly Bob has passed on
Thankfully mom has moved on from her sad
She too is made of stronger stuff
Not unlike
Her beloved
Antiques

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Details | Free verse | |

Flawed Vision

You say, my hair is too kinky and my nose is too broad
But I see perfection it’s your vision that’s flawed

Complexion of mahogany , defined too dark by some
But I see pure radiance, kissed by the sun

You say my lips are too full and my hips are too wide
But you can’t see my true beauty until you open your eyes

You say that my flaws depict my inferiority
But rest assured that your chaotic view do not define me

You say that I’m conceited, but I say you lied
It’s just the grace of my walk and the elegance of my stride

You say that I’m egotistical and full of arrogance
What you really see is self-assurance, grace, and confidence

You say I’m attention seeking, too bold, and too proud
But I say uniqueness always stands out in a crowd

You say that I’m vain and I think I’m God’s gift to this earth
But I know my true value 
I fully understand my worth. 


If Helen of Troy possessed the beauty that launch a thousand ships across treacherous seas.

Then I possess the magnificence that brings all men to their knees.



Chiquita Baity


Shadows and Lines revised


Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity wears a face

Do my people have a heart to go with the human race,
or is it that they just can't see the beauty in a face?
The colors seem to stand beyond, the fact that we're the same,
uncamoflaged in the war of humanity, supremacy you try to claim.
Never shall we be equal, for we are above what you teach,
you're too scared to see the truth in the words my people preach.
The only one's of equality are the one's that see it true,
the world that you're destroying, because you're not giving the respect that's due!


written towards prejudicial mentality, people detroying the world/mother nature/simplistic minds who cannot conceive the notion that all races are beautiful and we are one race combined...the human race. The world is filled with color and beauty in everything and everyone...


Details | Quatrain | |

The Dandelion

The dandelion sat along on the hill 
watching the rose's play.
He asked to join the fun and games;
is it all right if I stay?
The rose's said, you can not play,
for you are not one of us.
Go back to your hill to your grassy clump,
and don't you make a fuss.
For we are tall with our beautiful stems
and nicely shaped leaves.
Our petals are grand,
the best in the land, 
so stay away you weed.
A beautiful flower, tall and grand,
you are, the dandelion sighed.
Your petals are grand, the best in the land,
but i'd rather be pretty inside.
For the rose's and their beauty so grand, 
will fade and wither with time,
but the dandelion's beauty within,
is one thing that will never die. 
:0)


Details | Quatrain | |

Oh Gentle Rain

Oh gentle rain
come to me now
please wash this pain from me
in lifes unkindness I'm immersed
and need to be set free

Oh gentle breeze
please breathe new life
into this dying soul
from my travels I am weary
refresh and make me whole

Oh flowers sweet
let me hide
among your beauty fair
touch me with your loveliness
and leave your beauty there

Oh come to me
in kindness please
with your gentle ways
the world it has inflicted me
and darkened all my days

Oh come to me
and touch my heart
please change this dark to light
take away the ugliness
that turned my day to night


Details | Blank verse | |

Unique

A snowflake fluttered down
Without making a sound
I examined each as they sat on my arm
Intricate details on each one
Each with a beautiful design
Each with it's very own unique lines
How different are these snowflakes from us
We are all  unique
We are all made with our very own design
Each of us design our own pattern in life
We are as unique and beautiful as this tiny snowflake
All the different patterns in snowflakes
All the different nationalities in the world
As in the beauty of the snowflake
There lies a beauty in all of us
Snowflakes melt away
Humanity must stay
And make a difference every day.


Details | Free verse | |

Eyes of Innocence

I look into his soft blue eyes
And see the face of two before him
The sweet innocence and wonder
Of all that the world possesses

For in him lies the possible
Those things that escaped before
As our time is too short
To experience all the beauty before us

His smile and giggle so enchants
Free of the worldly weights to come
Unencumbered by life’s many roads
Choosing all rather than some

Such possibilities await this one
As with the two before him
Which ones will he choose 
What path shall he take

But not today, for time seems endless
For now, to explore all he sees
When joy is the only decision
And beauty in everything abounds


Details | Free verse | |

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place


Details | Rhyme | |

Bittersweet Rose

Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine.

Coveted by the splendor of our sight,
we horde the natural beauty as it is our given right.
The Peony Roses are captivated in our possessive might.
The beauty must defend or to shatter and remain in a vibrant tatter.

For each life is to begin in the epoch,
of uncertainty, fruitless, and in a perilous world of bitterness.
As for all the desires to be fulfilled in the end of the epoch;
seeking meaning and clarity as their souls,
reaching for sweet unity.  

In the courts,
man throws his mighty stick,
changing the rules, scheming a new trick.
See the weightless power of man
and the fear at hand that he brings.
In the churches,
the prayers of woman 
in a quiet peace,
for a faithful praying
as she sings.

A vicious world with beauty,
hiding as a flower.
Attraction to peril in fury,
as we deviate from a greater power.
Was it a Greater Being’s perfect mistake,
or a beautiful mistake by elements of chance?

In the birth of creativity,
allowing mistakes to creep in.
Seeking the perfect form in nature,
while there is no true formality.

Living with these two extremities,
of the hot desert summers days
and the cold arctic winter nights.
The Peony rose hiding away in the sun rays,
and sleeps under the distant star lights.

Vanity or our pride of youth,
we become prisoners of our own devise.
Dreaming of tomorrow as a given truth.
Selfish thoughts we never considered unwise,
we desire for the things we can never own.
We covet what we see
The beauty we can never be.
The danger of the rose.

The aggressions of a Man
and the tenderness of a Woman
can be read by the hardness of his hands
and the softness of her touch.
Is it the end of a gentle beauty of the rose,
To look at her pedals, smell her sent,
feel her touch,
and still be pained by his thorns in the stem?


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



Details | Personification | |

WAKE UP WORLD

HELLO WORLD I SEE YOU SHINING IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY WAITING FOR THE CLOUDS TO CRY.

OH WORLD I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WITH ALL THE POLLUTION GOING ON INSIDE AND ALL AROUND YOU.

YOUR BEAUTY IS FADING AWAY WITH ALL THE VIOLENCE AND POLLUTION IN YOUR SURROUNDINGS.

I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO COME TO THIS CONCLUSION BUT ONE DAY YOUR BEAUTY WILL SHINE ONCE AGAIN.

NO MORE GREEDY POLITICIANS,CROOKED MINISTERS OR CRIMINALS.

YOU WILL SHINE WITH RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE INSIDE OF YOU WHO WILL NEVER HARM YOU AND WILL LET YOUR BEAUTY FLOW WITH THE RIVERS.

PEACE AND HARMONY WILL SURROUND YOU IN ALL THAT YOU WERE MEANT FOR.

SO WAKE UP WORLD DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO MOTHER EARTH SHE IS CRYING ON THE INSIDE AND SCREAMING ON THE OUTSIDE FOR HER CHILDREN TO LOVE AND BE IN UNITY.


Details | Lyric | |

Who am I

A tribute to Ramana Maharshi, a man who has inspired me for forty years. a greaty Indian saint he was.....Peter




Who Am I?

Sometimes I ask the question “who Am I?”
Am I just this tiny speck put here by trust?
Just a puppet in the hands of destiny
To be blown within the wind just merely dust.

Then sometimes I’m aware of who I am
As I stand beside a lake or waterfall
As the music of the morning melts into me
And deep within that ancient whisper calls.

Well I ask myself this question
“Will I ever find the way?”
Ramana told me what to do
Said “Do it now, today!”

Oh such a little question one may ask
Does the answer come and blow the mind away?
Will the truth arise to set the bird to freedom?
If one asks this thing each minute of the day.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.


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Four frogs on a log

Four Frogs On A Log.

Four frogs were lazing in the sun
When a log came floating by.
So the frogs all scrambled on to it
With happy little cries.
Not one of them had sailed before
And it was so much fun
But then it was, the big debate begun.

One frog said "Ain't that something
This log is so alive.
It moves along so easily
Now don't you think, you guys?".
"It's not the log that moves you twerp!!"
Said another thinking frog.
It be the river moving, not the log!!

"Oh no, no ,no" a third frog said
The both of you be wrong
It's not the log, the river neither 
It's your mind that moves along.
The moving be your thinking
Without it nothing be.
And those three did get to arguing
And never did agree.

The fourth frog said "you all be right
Not one of you be wrong.
The log it moves, the river moves
And the mind moves it along".
At that the other three got mad
For each did yearn to win.
So they grabbed that wise old frog and threw him in.

Socrares Feb 16 2004


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Covenant - Beauty in Imperfection

Covenant

Impenitent, deposited her soul before
the convent's calling of redemption turned to prayer,
her covenant, inside the sanctum to implore,
canonical sustains her matin's aubade e'er.

( The ghostly reservation spreads, outside, in air
in harmony and misty dew that nymphs bestow;
Her white and vast Invernal quilt, bequeaths his fare;
man's mountain flight in solitude, becomes a crow. )

The waiting holocaust, impertinent consumes,
abundant insularity, her life in gale,
this holiness' transparency, both souls entombs,
- besought expressions of entreat on holy trail.

Her imperfection is immured inside the hope
distrait is her salvation's route; ascends effused,
in abstinence disporting fates, who dormant grope,
emending consecrated souls that reigns refused.

With uttered sentiments and mindful heed,
cherubic, grants her vows to him and burdened scope,
attentive to his Crucifix, plasticity of mead,
was it the crow's night omen call and skyward lope?

She joins her palms, ex-courtesan and reason's mi're,
perusing her late impudence, in prayer withdraws
by beauty's blessed her holiness, a thorny bri'ar,
Eve christened maid of covenant and crimson flaws.

©11-29-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic hexameter)


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Ballade | |

The fear of life

The fear of life.

For nine months in warm sweet world
I float there peacefully
Then cast into that birth canal
It kind of frightens me
I feel I’m suffocating
And I don’t know what it is
Too soon I enter crazy world
Far from the gardens bliss.

As light comes shining everywhere
The panic settles in
This world is filled with action
And so much awful din
I feel like I’m in trouble
Yet there’s naught that I can do
It seems this place is crazy
That I’ve been cast into.

Then as I grow from babyhood
And listen to the lies
That all these madmen tell me
Cause they’re not very wise
It seems that something’s wrong with me
My life it feels off key
So the only question on my mind
Is ‘What is wrong with me???’


Details | Ballade | |

Beautiful day

Beautiful Life.

Sometimes my life’s so beautiful
‘My heart begins to weep
When life it just seeps into me
So very, very deep.
As life sends out her message
With the sound of falling rain
There’s nothing seems to matter
The mystic’s back again

I feel just like a squirrel
On a sunny morn in spring
And I don’t know why it happens
But it’s like a kind of dream.
The rain goes clitter, clatter
As it beats that old tin can
The sky be like a curtain
As the rain comes tumbling down.

I’m having them more often now
These kind of mystic days
Today the rain is falling
And it kind of feels okay.
I’m caught within the mystic
As the rain plays merrily 
All logic’s gone to roaming
I just sit here being me.

7 January 2014 @ 0917hrs. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Acrostic | |

Happiness

Happiness (acrostic)
Happiness is found within not in people and things

Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing

Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us

Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly

Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face

Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set

Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay

Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being

Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward.  Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)


Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Feeling happy

Feeling happy.

Lord, I feel so very happy
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to glance up to the Heavens
And let the starlight, to me bring
The sound of angels laughing with me
Because this world is oh, so sweet
Sometimes I’m just filled with laughter
And every day I feel complete.

Whether sun is shining softly
Or the rain is pouring down
If the wind is howling at me
I’ll never, ever wear a frown
For I am living in a haven
It be this world so wonderful 
All the birds are singing sweetly
Seems this world has got it all.

I see the moon up in the Heavens
And the stars so beautiful
As I walk on each new morning
Oh, yes indeed, I love it all
Here in in my world, I have no troubles
I am a king, a beggar too
I have everything, and nothing
I guess I’m of the chosen few.

12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.


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 | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


Details | Lyric | |

Winter Rose

        Beneath my mantle of pure white snow
	        I lay, a perfect rose
      My cloak of snow protects my beauty, 
        	My life and my essence 
	      As winter rages above me, 
    I am safe and warm, from my cloak of snow
	         I am preserved
         I will emerge into the sunlight
           Through the melting snow
    I will emerge into the warm moist dew
      The warm sunlight dries my petals
              My petals are perfect
	        My color is brilliant
          My stem is taught and straight
          My essence long and lingering
              I am a beauty of nature
    I am a symbol of love, beauty and caring
	       I am the Winter Rose


Details | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Free verse | |

Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


Details | Ballade | |

Sinking into silence

Sinking into the silence

There’s a kind of silence everywhere
As I spend this day alone
In this blessed hospital
This silence, it has grown
A voice, it seems to come through me
It’s not like me, at all
There’s a kind of mystery around
That seems so beautiful.

I sit me, by this window here
And look down at the lake
There’s nothing, seems to matter now
The ego seems quite fake
There’s a kind of mystic, magnitude
I’m feeling as I sit here
As the moments slip away
My life, it seems so clear.

The wife comes in, she’s beautiful
She stays here for a while
We speak about the things at home
And share a good few smiles
And then she’s gone, alone again
I sink into this thing
This mystery that’s all around
My heart begins to sing.

28 March 2014 @ 1100hrs.


Details | Personification | |

Empress Crown As Queen

I am going on a trip because I need to spend a week away from these aspects.

Don’t burn that money.

Don’t waste it either.

I’ll spend it on something that I dislike.

It may be a venture but since I have spent my money, I can get high.

Clip art are my drawings and they are of beautiful megabits.

I think I am superfly so I play Rock & Roll all night.

Madness 

Sheer excitement 

Escape to the highest heights of my imagination is when I know who I am and where I have been

Little am I and my jeans are tight.

With my big tits, I walk as if I am filled with sexual desire.

I see myself and smile.

My empire.

I’m feeling something that is so real.

I knew, if I lost focus, I lose my inner being.

So I give self a darn bulge, know that this is my world; therefore, I don’t lose the sensation.

The impression I give is that of confidence.

Self-asserted and assured, I moving up to finer things.

Handsome is the day and the night falls so lovely.

But I need to see what’s mine.

I need to see what belongs to me.

Strikingly, I find that I own so many priceless images.

A landscape I may pick to be serenity.

Or, a portrait is nice for the stillness.

I’ll plant a flower field to enjoy the contentment.

Equanimity is a silent panic.

I am just a being of the higher intelligence.

The noise is a clamor that does not last.

I will be the uproar of happiness.

Such a pleasure to have told you this.

If you want a replica, you may do the same.

That is joy in a virtual domain.

No more is the chance than any other government.

I have ruled this empire as long as I can remember.

Directions are easily to follow.

If you fail, I will not fail mines because all are downloadable.

I do not share my empirical secrets.

I am a régime of systems.

Simulated by thoughts that is pure.

Only I can be the downloader.


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Ballad | |

An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Ballade | |

You've got to love your life

You’ve got to love your life.

I’m drifting through my life
As I climb those rocky trails
The only place I want to be is now
The Spring comes, me just sitting here
As the grass grows by itself
I never did want too much, anyhow.

Can’t worry about your burdens
One has to travel on
The past can’t do no damage, it be gone
And the future, well there’s no one knows
No matter what they do
You cannot stop those hands from moving on.

You’ve got to love your life
That’s the only way to go
There ain’t no going back to what’s been done
Cause life was made for loving
The song you sing is yours
You’re a one off soul, you be the only one.

You have to live your story
No matter where it goes
No matter what the hard knocks you might gain
The road might lead to nowhere
Yet dance it anyhow
When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.


Details | ABC | |

what is beauty

I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is.
If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her? 
Embrace her and see infinate possibilities like trillion probabilities of us creating
Our own galaxies with the simple serinty of jst the sound of her voice.

If beauty does exists then surely it must be more than visual, like a complex 
Machanical sphere that governs all that is tangible. What manner of beauty then 
Lies in the air above us or ground below us or is it limited only to our comprehension?
If so then beauty must be all that I can see, for that is where my understanding reigns.
Oh but if it truly so then beauty is in no order and far too complex to define. Because
What is beauty to me is imperfection to u.

With that reasoning we find that beauty is unique to each man according to his own predetermined 
Desires and createria of what he considers beauty so long before he saw u, he knew u were beautiful
Because u were exatctly what he considered beauty to be anything less is mare imperfection. How 
Shallow we think and allow our eyes to percieve the world. I wonder is that why we are perhaps so quick to justify failure than to correct our errors? 

But this I knw without a shed of a doubt...for if the is beauty in light then surely darkness must glow in its own light too.
Even moreso the surely must be beauty in sorrow as the is in laughter.
But what I seek most is the understanding and appreciation in knowing that as the is beauty in life so is the in death and with this I silently conclude that the greatest beauty of all is the celebration of life and not the moaning of what is lost or left behind


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From the Inkpot

Oh yes! Poetry is still alive and well,
And in these modern times a poet may tell
By picking up any near-by pen
To express the beauty felt with-in.
Of these often troubled times, 
A quiet place to compose rhymes 
Blocks out the chaos of the day,
And lets the beauty steal away.
Tranquil waves upon the shore makes silence fall
On dirty city streets where roaches crawl.
The lovely mountain mist roams unaware
Of the voggy, sultry, humid air.
The graceful movements as cotton clouds drift by
Alas, defers to ‘Time’ on a pedestal set high.
Yet moments stolen from a hectic day
Keeps poet’s hearts safe from the fray.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong


Details | Haiku | |

'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


Details | Lyric | |

Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







Details | Ballade | |

I have it all

I have it all

What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.

No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.

Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Ballade | |

My jourrney

My journey

I’m on a journey
A journey deep within
I’m going tunneling
Behind the constant din
That mind does make me
There’s a finger pointing there
To that moon high in the sky
Got to find it if I dare.

I feel the silence
That presence deep within
I hear the lovely melody
That always plays beyond the din
It calls me to it
Right now I have to go
I’m going tunneling
To find that wondrous glow.

Oh yes, I’m going
To whereabouts unknown
The seed it has been planted
And now the bud has grown
The flower starts to open
It’s time, the rose must bloom
And shine the way to Heaven
The path that leaves all gloom.

17 January 2014 @ 0700hrs.


Details | ABC | |

Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.



For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Ghazal | |

Lakeside Ghazal

Who is feeding here, beside the lake, bare of grasses, 
stony ground, surrendered to thirst at golden dawn?

The lady at lake’s edge, washes no clothes, bares 
no feet, lifts no arms, surrenders to the beholden dawn.

The child of the lake plunges into sand, bares to the bone, 
chases ducks and surrenders to mom to awaken dawn.

The man of the lake offers his arm to the catch, bares
his blade, lifts his arms, surrenders to forsaken dawn.

The family of the lake, eats in silence, table now bare
offers silent thanks, surrenders peace since taken dawn.

Go we must, to find our own base self, bared before God, 
surrendering to hunger, tested by the trodden dawn.

The lake is always waiting, reeds rising, fish swimming, bare
to visitors after dark, surrendering, soon a broaden dawn.


Details | Lyric | |

DANCING IN THE WIND

Girl, you're dancing in the wind
I have no defense you draw me in
The ground you touch a sacred place
Watching you makes my heart race
Yeah, you're this boy's best friend

Oh, I love the way you sway 
I could gaze upon you all day
And when the sun is setting low
Under the stars love the way ya glow
Oh, I love the way you sway

Sweet Willow, is your nickname
Your delicate moves drive me insane
Cause baby I got the hots for you
My favorite tree since I was two
We'd make music if you were a dame

*A romantic's attempt at humor.. I'm the ultimate tree huger ;)
But seriously, I am mesmerized and infatuated with the 
beauty and grace of the Willow tree!

Date: 8-4-14


Details | Free verse | |

Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Rhyme | |

Universal Tramp

She’s a whore of life, this woman of man,
she sits at a throne, and summons commands.
Her beauty is insatiable, all lust her creation,
they covet and desire her timely flirtation.

She’s a tramp of joy, she’ll steal your pride,
few escape her brutality, many have tried.
A vixen so beautiful, rare and unique –
she preys upon you; the weak and the meek.

She storms with violence; grasp her dedication, 
she hails the glory of this blustery castration.
She soaks her conscious, with your admiration,
pouring down chaos, on the winds of frustration.

This Trollope of beauty, has flooded the minds,
of these foolish men always searching to find,
a tsunami of ecstasy too grand I ensure,
for the whore of the universe; Mother Nature.


Details | Free verse | |

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


Details | Lyric | |

BIO - LyricMan

I am more than description
of a smile and blue eyes
defined by the surface
where mask can hide lies

I am a hopeless romantic
a picnic's the perfect date
then dancing under the stars
moonlit walks till late

I am mesmerized by beauty
when it reaches to the core
from inside out.. magnificent 
makes me long for more

I am passionate lover
much more than a poet
I've had to truly taste it 
before I ever wrote it

I am into moments 
so much more than minutes
long to capture one's heart
more than winning pennants

I'm a zealous God chaser
to Christ I firmly cling
I write for His Glory
songs His children sing

I am finding heaven's angels 
in the least of these
caring for fatherless children
becomes a dream to seize 

I am learning to listen 
nature's whisper speaks
some things labeled progress 
in reality.. they reek 

I am convinced that brilliance 
is found in less words
and that most of the experts 
are truly absurd  

I am a creative mind
imagination still runs wild
the world rushes to rote
and loses its inner child

I am still in total awe
of every gentle snowflake
waves dancing on the ocean
Reflections on crystal lakes

I am drawn to the arts 
where emotion rules
where risk are taken 
and wise are labeled fools

I am not competing
to ever pen a better play
but to treasure the unique
long to go a different way

I don't live in a box
or paint inside the line
If I'm misunderstood
to me that is fine

I am drawn to clever wit
and learn best from enemies
in my dream there's an island
filled with birds and bees

I am finding myself
where no mirror can go
through the spirit I see
It's from within I grow!

Contest: Regina's "Bio"
Date: 10-16-14
Poet: LyricMan


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Free verse | |

Beauty and Love - A Rewrite

If no one has ever told you dear friend, 
You possess a depth of beauty  
That’s unequivocal to anything or anyone
Ever before seen or ever will again.
These are not mere words to satisfy 
The hunger your soul searches for
But rather, the simple truth that we 
Are all made from the imaginings of 
An Unimaginable Mind 
Brought forth out of the fullness 
Of His loving grace and 
Eternally timeless time.  
We are all One of a KIND-
Hearted Being, all seeing and yet 
Freeing when we aren’t afraid to look
Upon ourselves in a looking glass; 
And I merely wanted to remind you again  
That You, Me, I, We possess
A depth of beauty now 
That will always last.  
Longer than after we’ve had our fill of
Buildings and bridges turned to rust;  
And longer perhaps than even after we collapse 
And our dry bones turn to dust.
Beauty is the magic ingredient 
Making us the magnificantly mysterious humans who
Love, honor, cherish, lift up,
Illuminate and polish everything inside 
And out until it shines...Beauty and love
Are what make us in the image of 
The One to whom we climb.


Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


Details | Lyric | |

Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.


Details | Blank verse | |

Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/11/2013


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


Details | Romanticism | |

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!

What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I? 
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


Details | Quatrain | |

Cherish

We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Angel, reveal yourself

Angel Reveal Yourself

Angel there who lives in me
Reveal to me your mystery
They say that you be formed from love
You’re messengers from God above
Angel herald in my light
And let me see it shining bright.

I picture you in shiny sheen
In my visions you be seen
With wings of golden gossamer
I see you there, my heart you stir
As heartstrings play a symphony
Oh little angel I love thee.

I’ve felt you in my heart at times
Oh sweetest angel, mine, all mine
There was just softness in the air
I felt your essence everywhere.
Oh Angel show yourself to me
Oh, such a boon to me you be

Oh Angel, please, yourself reveal
I know, your presence I can feel
Yet give me just one closer look
Are you like a picture in a book?
 Little angel, hear me, do
Let me see your form so true.

I’ve heard folk say you be not real
You be just fiction some would feel
And yet that softness in the air
It be a feeling oh so rare
When felt it takes away all doubt
One knows there’s angel’s all about.


Details | Ballade | |

Let it come naturally

Let it come naturally

I read a note the other day
That told me what to do
She said that If I write for her
But write it somehow brand new
Change the way you write it
Bring arrangement to the fore
She rattled out a million rules
That me, did really bore

And then she said ‘come through the soul
That’s how it’s supposed to be’
But then rereading what was wrote
It kind of puzzled me
My stuff it always comes through soul
That’s the only way I write
But when I try to change my style
The poems don’t shine so bright.

For patterns they come from the mind
They don’t come through the soul
So when I write my good words down
I find it all so dull
Cause words ain’t words until they flow
And how can that be done
When mind is busy trying to wreck
A song once it’s begun.

6 August 2013 @ 1300hrs.


Details | Triolet | |

associate destiny

"associate destiny"
 
~as broken dreams offer new life themes… 
   Beauty contemplates heaven’s gate.
~past conflicts offer new schemes…
  as broken dreams offer new life themes.

 ~fact or foible awaits in dreams…
   awaiting to shape the human fate.
~as broken dreams offer new life themes…
   Beauty contemplates heaven’s gate.
 
   For and In Honor of Nette Onclaud
   And contest; “In The Afterglow”
   by John Moses Freeman


Details | Haiku | |

SK- 4

Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


Details | Ode | |

Whispers Of The Stars

In the darkest hour, Of the coldest night When the Heavens deign To open wide And e’en Angels Take startled flight Form eerie sounds And silvered light The Cosmos converses In Cosmic verses and is Softly scriptured, the melodies The stanzas…the bars In the gelid Winter’s night… And would’st one lend a careful ear, Perhaps the Gods… would grant him hear …The whispers of the stars…


Details | Ballade | |

The conversation

The conversation

The three friends, they were talking
The Archer, fish and Bull
They’d all been round a good long time
They had their thoughts, and all
About the rights and wrongs in life
And each had problems too
They’d get together, each of them
And talk, that’s what they’d do

The archer told the wise old fish
I needs be on the move
I have a lot of life to live
That’s just the way I groove
“Now, I’m a dreamer” said the fish
I gain a lot of pleasure
Going right into my self
And seeking souls sweet treasures”

The bull, he said “I like to graze
I’m a sensual kind of being
Oh, I could laze around all day
As all around I’m seeing
The beauty of this crazy world
‘I’m contented, friends, that’s me
I have no need to dream, nor wander
I’m just content to be”

They carried on for some long time
The three friends, did this day
And when the conversation finished
And they each went their way
They all decided that this world
Has many different kinds
And each guy he must be himself
To gain some peace of mind.


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Murmur of memories

The wind blows in and out
It seems time is going somewhere,
The beauty of a smile is not designed to be selfish,
The beauty of a blowing wind
Is meant to be part of a sunset by the evening sea.
The murmur of my memories,
Makes my time float,
And dance with the autumn dying leaves.


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Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


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The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.


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Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.


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Letter to taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked!

Juno what i mean? 

In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences!

No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a...

today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years
since fruitless to expend tears
for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst
 that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past
   which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears!

Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you
although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru
a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew
which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few
initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo
which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue!

So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye
bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see
while simultaneously delivering digital glee
a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free!

Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock
inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock
for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self 
 to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock

but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade
of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm 
 who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed
of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams
 listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day.

Thus => the following from one 

Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm
 
This ordinary human
Finds himself a mystery
Within the terrestrial
Firmament and frequently
Feels in a feverish pitch
At his existence
That seers the temple
Mounted upon this slender
Frame - wrought by the
Combination of genetics
In tandem with exercise
Which latter helps to
Sublimate the coiled 
Tension wound tightly 
Like an indestructible spring 
Without a healthy medium at large 
To channel emotions fraught within
Me might find demise
That would rent asunder literate fellow 
And thus annihilate without a trace
One true valued father of two us special
Lovely lasses as just another statistic among 
The obituaries!
 
As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share

Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail
Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail
As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail
Yet - averse to lambaste or rail
Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male
When each of us happened to seem more similar 
   And thought each ourselves to fail
At any endeavor, though now confidence 
   Buoys my heart while she doth ail

And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, 
   Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot
Ill suited to Matthew Scott, 
   Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him
   Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic 
   And child rearing tasks not
Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord
   As a now beaming papa, whose daughters 
   Blithely ignore "mother" a lot
Thus necessitating this quest 
   For a counterpart to offer succor 
   To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) 
   Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot
At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment
   By thinking and rushing like a fool, 
   Where angels fear to tread
   Though "chutzpah" i got!

U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy
Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe 
   Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.



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Dusk at the Quay

Dusk at the quay

The dusk is here, down by the sea
A summer’s day, a nice cool breeze
And as the sun be sinking lower
A silence with it’s awesome power  
Descends on all for each to hear
As I feel the breath of God, so near.

The boats all anchored in the quay
They look so sleepy now
They wave and bob upon their beds
As the breeze touches their sails
They sit there sleeping till the morn
Then wake up gleaming with the dawn.

What is it then about the dusk?
That brings this silence on
What brings this sense of mystery?
When the sun it soon be gone
When crashing waves may hit the sand
All done with the aid of God’s firm hand.

I sit and watch the Sun go down
It’s the mystery of death
I see it sink then disappear
There’ll soon be nothing left
For the Sea does rob him of his light
He’ll come back, though, with morning light.

14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.


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Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




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Love Built By God Above

You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.


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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


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Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


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This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!


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Looking Down From 41 Above

Looking down from 41 above,
I only wish I was below.
The sights and sounds so clear to see
Glitz as white as snow.
The lights are distant to the mountains
And the cabs travel around.
The brightest city in the world
Beams into the heart of this little town.
God please give me the grace to see
You are all I need.


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Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


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unfinished


i’m lost.

wandering my mind, hollow now.

secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys.

each step leaves an imprint behind,

dust settling into the crevices left by my toes.

the world empty,

immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges.

peace swept away,

pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood.

oxygen dissipates,

I try hard,

harder to breathe.

but all that is left to soothe my lungs

is the empty, grey air,

void of the warmth of shared space
.

sometimes I sneak away

to send a fluid rush to my veins,

entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy.

alone, I bathe in my secrecy,

cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.


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Creating words in the garden

Creating words in the garden

I’ve been sitting in the garden
It’s a lovely Sunny day
It’s supposed to be our winter
But I know she’s on her way
That spring season I love so well
I can feel it everywhere
So I’ve been sitting in the garden
Without one single care.

I took me notebook out with me
To try to write some stuff
Too soon I’d wrote four little poems
And then, I’d had enough
And so I went and made them safe
On my trusty word machine
Having been there in that garden
My world felt so serene.

In the presence of serenity
The words just flow on out
I don’t know where they come from
Somehow they come about
When I’m sitting in the garden
And beauty beckons me
It seems to be my inspiration
For creativity.

9 August 2013 @ 1624hrs.


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On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


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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.





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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!


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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



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Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!


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Beautiful Feet

sijo

Beautiful feet, he learned to walk by leaning on a friend.
More beautiful still, when that friend moved on to let him walk alone.
When he can lead a weaker one to walk, yet most beautiful.


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The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


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Silent

There was something to be said.
From your mind I could detect the words, the actions and primitive desire to unite.
You sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.
It could be one-sided these ideas. 
I could see your life as I saw my own past,
as you soared off, up hill, I waited for your turn and a glance.
I felt it best to relax and keep my mind silent.
I had showcased my passion, a dangerous process, what were you eye's saying?
You grasped the handlebars, looked through me and awoken my instincts.
You were a girl, a women, who allowed me for one night to drop my guard.
As you sailed off, up hill on your bicycle.


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Regaining innocence

Regaining innocence.

The road to sweet maturity
Does not mean growing old
Growing old is filled with pain
Growing up, it be pure gold
Gaining back one’s innocence
To see through a child eyes
Is the path that leads to paradise
It’s the road to being wise.

‘Lest ye become a child again’
I read in a holy book
You cannot go through Heaven’s gate
One has to take a look
So deep within, to find the ‘soul’
The one you truly be
To look with the eyes of innocence
Would make a man walk free.

To be child-like; not childish!!
This be the only goal
If one would seek maturity
And let it make her whole
The child in each who live on Earth
Has been stolen so it seems
To find ones innocence again
Would cause the light to beam.

19 November 2013 @ 1950hrs.


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Cave dweller

Cave Dweller.

Once there lived a little man
A dwarf yet smaller still
Who lived within a little cave
All cold and darkness filled
He'd lived there such a long, long time
And knew he nothing more
That there was nothing better he was sure.

Then this maiden fair and beautiful
She ventured in his cave.
Her eyes were blue like crystal gems
For her most men would crave.
When the little man discovered her
With the candle in her hand
He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand

The maiden told that lonely man
About the beauty of the world
She spoke about the wings of a butterfly
All Gossamer unfurled
And she spoke of lush green meadows
And the flowers by and by
That lady spoke, her tone so very wise.

But that dwarf when she had finished
Sadly sighed and shook his head
For the thought of leaving his snug cage
Did feel his heart with dread
And he told that lady wistfully
That her fine land was not for he
For he was born to live this misery.

Socrares Dec 8 2003.


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Decisions

Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


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Skipped stone

Just sitting by the water, waiting for you?
Picked up held lovingly, rubbed softly, gripped firmly.
The perfect throw, the perfect flight...SKIP.....SKIP...SKIP
OH what divine circles we made together SKip..SKip...SKip
Momentum slipping taken away by the very beauty we created?
skip...skip..skip
Can this perfect ride be finished?
Sinking now beauty behind me perfection still in my wake.
Gracefully down I go slowly rocking peacefully down down down.
Resting  on the bottom muted light, cold silence..
For a brief time watched the perfection we had created  fan out above me
Perfect circles in perfect unison spread out join till they are no more.
Find me again hold me lovingly wrap your hands around me and lets make 
perfection again.
For I do not like this place I am at. For it is cold,dark, silent.
Find me or I will remain here alone.
Forever remembering the beauty and perfection we had once made.


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A woman I knew

There was a woman I knew once
Her beauty was awe inspiring
And she wore her pride on her head like a crown
She wrapped her confidence around her neck like the fine beads her mother 
gave 
In the palm of her heart she kept she kept mine
Her body was molded and perfected by the hand of the Creator
Solely to deliver His gift of life
Her chest was full and her breasts rich with the milk that built nations
Her hips were carved and chiseled impeccably to give birth to tomorrow
So hypothetically the rising and the setting of the sun were placed in between her 
hips
Swaying from side to side
Echoing hypnotically into infinity
This dismantled the very fabric of the men who craved to be with her 
She traded in her beads; she took off her crown and left her confidence out for 
the hyenas to tear up
All for the smooth silky fabric that did not fit her waist
The cut of that dress did not flatter her hips
Her chest was too full and her breasts were just too big 
She smiled and laughed but she had no joy
They made the dresses smaller even and in to them she had to fit 
She tried and over centuries she passed down to her daughters that into that 
dress she had to fit but it didn't happen
So what they learned was that she was not enough
She was not slim enough, that her hair was not soft enough
That her skin was not fair enough, that her feet were not small enough
And eventually she felt ugly and that she was not good enough!
But one of these daughters realized, that before 'they ' created this size two into 
which she had fit 
Her body was already dancing in her Creators mind...in all its glory
So she tore that dress to shreds, and with it went the standards of beauty that did 
not worship her curves
She put back her crown; she wrapped her confidence around her neck even 
tighter and retrieved her beads
Her body was not too big for that dress
That dress was not worthy of her body
Till this day that woman holds in the palm of her heart, mine
And this woman I knew
Is the woman in you

Love yourselves ladies?...in ALL your glory!


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Your Love Is The Strongest

Send me to the darkest places;
That's where I feel You strongest.
A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys;
Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.


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Living in A Glass House

Meme-Shatter 


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation


Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest


Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence


You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin


I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows


Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence


Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show


Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed


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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


Details | Quatern | |

YOU HAD TO GO - QUATERN

I understand you had to go
Try to change you.. I wouldn't dare
So before you leave you should know
Your love and life are everywhere

You're the flowers in my garden
I understand you had to go
Kindly left me blooms that pardon
You're the colors in my rainbow

The rolling waves of ocean's flow
You are the stars in my night sky
I understand you had to go
But moonless evenings make me cry

A needed pause but not the end 
Beautiful fragrant afterglow
Can't breathe till you are back again
I understand you had to go

Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: Do You Know Quatern?
Date: 4-28-14


Details | Verse | |

INNER BEAUTY LASTS LONG

                                               Inner beauty lasts long 
                                                 because truth lies in
                                          where no dress or cosmetics 
                                                  needed to maintain
 
                                        Outer beauty is already finished 
                                           we cultivate again and again
                                                  we put extra colors
                                           for our own expected design
 
                                               Over the nature always
                                                 we try to be masters
                                              human instinct is such that
                                         we arrange show of block busters

                                          The whole Universe is a plate form
                                           thousand crores of galaxies there
                                               they are busy for our needs
                                            we are tiny they also take care 

                                                 A great body without flesh
                                                    global body is indeed
                                               our bodies sense with mind
                                                         comes from it 

                                                   All are outer of inner Soul
                                                   Supreme God paying dole                                             
                                               The Total Universe is like a doll
                                   Just the game of utmost "GOD" within the whole
                                


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Lyric | |

Mystic evening

A mystic evening

A mystic evening
There’s silence everywhere
The stars are shining
And I am standing there
As the full moon gazes down on me
This thing enters my soul.
As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole.

My heart is quiet 
I feel such mystery
Something within me
Whispers ‘Let it be’
And everything is wonderful
As I feel a magic power
Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower.

No words can tell the way it is
For symbols they just be
Symbols cannot picture it
This sweet, sweet mystery.

My life be simple
As I gaze here at the night
I feel that moons glow
As everything feels right
Awareness comes on over me
And peace is everywhere.
As life just is, and I am standing there.


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Rhyme | |

Through the seasons of life

I was born on a snowy day
not cold at all
in my parents' embrace
as love surrounded me.

 
I walked in the spring
with a bit of chill
but warmed by the beauty burgeoning
as trees dress in green, the air fragranced filled.

 
I walked in the summer
with the sun in my eyes
Tear filled by the joy of nature
as I walked with you by my side.

 
I walked in the fall
with great wisdom
for all that I learned, the value that I know
what remains is the love I feel and own.

 
And the cold gave me the strength to endure
learning to stay warm inside
And the beauty of youth
gave me the dreams that I could fly
Through summer's heat and thunder storms
I learned that love is what makes it all worthwhile
And in the Autumn I felt no fear
For God had carried me all the while.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright 12/01/11
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Lady of the Night

Her face is of another world, 
the lady of the night, 
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow 
of alabaster light. 

Sedately as she passes by, 
behind a veil she slips. 
Eternity won't make a face 
her beauty can't eclipse. 

She smiles on her companion as 
she slowly turns away, 
as if she were a lover lost 
with nothing more to say. 

She peers into the depths of space, 
serenely-- unafraid, 
then turns to face the world again, 
her monthly penance paid.



I get the urge to write something like this once in a blue moon.


Details | Romanticism | |

Discovering Love

What is this? This way I feel?
I've never felt before
A desire for a love to heal
A heart so cold and sore

Out with the old
And in with the new
To my past love, I never told
But I'm happy at the chance to meet you

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

I want someone to hold dear by my side
Each and every night
To be there when I want to hide
And tell me everything's alright

Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide
Who reminds me of the one I lost
To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive
And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost

She's out there somewhere, thinking of me
As I am of her
Just a blank face in our minds
For which our hearts slowly burn

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places

And my past love will do the same
Meet someone kind, and new
Know he'll grow to love her name
Just as I did, and still do

What will come of them, I'll wonder
Pray she finds happiness beyond compare
Under the sun, rain, and thunder
But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare

Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming
In my heart, so many feelings assembling
So much beauty in so many faces
Spread across the world, in a million different places


Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


Details | Lyric | |

Behind These Eyes

Behind These Eyes…

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind?
Hand in hand with such subtlety
And gale force wind
Trapped for just one moment in time
Within the eye of this storm…

Capture the moment
Freeze frame on the screen
Photographed in still life 
And yet it’s fading like a dream

Time draws its own conclusions
Not much matters for you or I
Good intent has always led to hell
Truth nothing more than a well wrapped lie

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind?
Hand in hand with such subtlety
And gale force wind
I’m trapped within the eye of this storm…

I can’t let go of the image
Its grip is deep under my skin
And the path to the truth is so elusive
That I don’t know where to begin
Should I follow my head? 
Walk the straight and narrow
Or follow my heart
The direct line to the archer’s arrow

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind…





Details | Bio | |

Register the Mundane

I have no problem
Finding beauty in the most ordinary things
Like sunshine’s crystallized mourning song
Falling down the Arizona sky like raindrops from India
Purple, pink, orange destiny
Slowly reclining before the ebony embrace of twilight

There is nothing wrong
With a coffee before bedtime
Rich pumpkin spice scent wafting from the air vents
Hugging the streets between breaths of hot air
Autumn memories before a park bench
Silence before the poet
Booms into (check two one three, check) the Mic and spits out 
truth 
A shopping spree after payday
Ringing it up at the register
The cashier boy with his deep brown eyes and tenor voice
That seeps into every crevice of the floor
Skateboard King on Sundays
The aerials and ollies, flips still twinkling in his
eyes 
Chocolate lust hair that swept in front of his
Eyes

The most beautiful things in life
Aren’t hard to appreciate
When he has eyes like that

When I fall
I fall hard
(God damn)
[Those eyes]
Bam on the counter
Heart still warm from previous engagements

“Did you find everything okay, today?”
“Yes, yes I did”
“I’m glad”
And I searched, searched from some hidden meaning in his words
Nothing more then what I wanted

He looked deep,
Deep
Deep down into me

I have no problem
Being in love with the person
Nobody seems to notice

Because
I have no problem
Finding the beauty in the most ordinary things


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


Details | Haiku | |

The Calculus

Newton and Leibniz, both creative geniuses, birth the Calculus!


Details | Rhyme | |

Disillusioned

Now I'm just a failure
Too afraid to make a mistake.
I've already been there,
Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks.
What is Your plan for me Father?
At once I thought I knew.
Now I'm disillusioned;
Please bring me back to You.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Free verse | |

I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | Ballade | |

What is it about the countryside

What is it about the countryside?

What is it about the countryside
That gets into my soul?
What is it about the velvet grass? 
That makes me feel so whole?
What is it in this silent air
That mesmerizes me?
Why do I love the countryside?
I wonder what this be.

I feel in it a silent whisper
That wakens up my soul
Maybe fate did give to me
This mystic kind of role
That sees what others do not see
For most don’t seem to see
This mystery in the country side
That has such pull for me.

When I’m in the countryside
I know that there’s a power
Some force so big, so huge, so vast
A kind of mighty flower
That blooms into this universe
And set’s one’s soul afire
To let this shell be buried here
Would be my one desire.

11 July 2013 @ 1046hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

no title

you could say im cold and that i have a heart of stone 
if you looked into my eyes even you would feel alone 

in this chambered heart of mine lies a love thats never known 
in this deceitful world of souls i refuse to let my love be shown 

i harbor hatred for protection and fear as a shield 
my feet are shod with sorrow and anger is what i wield 

i refuse to play the fool..ignorance is for the masses 
i am no ones fool in this world full of vastness 

i live not in a house of bliss but reside in a house of pain 
my world is not full of sunshine ...just constant pour of rain 

i am no longer a product a commodity of someones gain 
i have manifested thoughts to break oppressions chains 

i embrace the darkness that gives meaning to the light 
and i embrace the terror that instills fear in the night 

i am one who sees the beauty when you turn your head in disgust 
i am one who sees perfection when all you see is rust 

you love to smell the roses and see beauty in a flower 
but refuse to acknowledge stench in beauties final hour 

a wilted rose a dying world a place of manifested thoughts 
decietful hearts in a spiders web deception is what your taught


Details | Rhyme | |

Beauty Contained

Beauty contained radiates quietly
Elegant like Wisteria neatly pruned
On a trelllis with blooms weeping lightly
Grace and beauty sending a merry tune

Beauty running wild up and down the streets
Is like Wisteria running through tall pine trees
Pretty for a very short time one of spring's facets
Someday will die from lack of root strength disease

Tulips with their rainbow of spring colors
Sit still in place letting their beauty glow
Contained bless landscapes with multicolor
Not running here_there still put on a show


Details | Ballade | |

Asking the questions

Asking the questions.

Have you ever stood there spell bound
By the beauty of a lake
Have you gazed into a rose flower?
With senses wide awake
Have you ever held a baby child?
Felt its warmth invade your soul
Have you seen the beauty of the stars?
Have you felt them make you whole?

Have you ever felt the dance of life?
Have you felt its ecstasy?
Do you ponder those big questions?
Have you glimpsed eternity?
Do you pray to your creator?
Though you don't know who you are
Do you seek her on the outside?
As your mind it wanders far

When you see this magic moment
For a fleeting second, there
[And get caught within the mystic
As love moves everywhere]
Have you felt it move within you
As you whisper "who am I?"
And your heart begins to ponder
Who is it lives and dies?


Details | Rhyme | |

Understanding

Understanding

All you need is understanding
To give your life some harmony and wealth
If you’d like to live with joy
Create then, don’t destroy
And always try to understand yourself.

Just live your life then, in sweet surrender
As you melt within that mighty magic power
So live life filled with calm
Then nothing you will harm
Just open up and bloom just like a flower.

Open up and understand
Let beauty hold your hand
And live your life with so much harmony
Then you’ll take life by the reins
And melt away your pains
Just watch the light, and open up and be.

Then your vibrations they will be loving
And peace will gently move into your soul
As that blossom opens up
It will overflow the cup
Then love will enter you, and make you whole.


Details | Free verse | |

Refusing To Listen

Everyone telling me where to go:
Turn left,
Turn right.
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Life Through The Passenger Seat

When you are not on your steering wheel
You never know where your journey will  take you in
Things running backwards, but the visions consumed better while you are still

You feel more clarity through the way that you have always been
Visions are pampering you through their beauty in capture
You never know where your journey will  take you in

Your visions dancing wild from east to west combining in perfect mixture
They provide some adventures behind your fantasy 
Visions are pampering you through their beauty in capture

We used to live as the driver of our gravity
Hypnotized by the tracing line road which led you to nowhere but fate
They provide some adventures behind your fantasy 

Sitting on the passenger seat sometimes puts you on assorted way to rate
The life which driven sometimes missed from your visibility
Hypnotized by the tracing line road which led you to nowhere but fate
 
A passenger seat may help you to find the patch of your stained cavity
The life which driven sometimes missed from your visibility
When you are not on your steering wheel
Things running backwards, but the visions consumed better while you are still


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

NO MORE TEARS

The world is a perplexing place
So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one
I started having fun when I was way too young 
I’ve walked down both sides of the tracks
The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack  
Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life
By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all
Sometimes I managed to pull myself up
However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll
I felt like I had lost my soul
I didn’t realize I was just being used and abused
I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb
ass fools
People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end
I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck
I found myself stuck
I learned the hard way
I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength
The strength I had within myself all of these days
I refuse to live in fear
That’s when I decided to change my ways
I was forced to grow up way to young
My life had been like one disastrous play
I took back control in every plausible way
I could no longer kick and scream
For I was done living in this catastrophic dream
It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me
There are no magic pills, no quick fixes
Only I could choose to remain a victim
I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty
I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to
drown
Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown
I chose to let myself be free
Knowing I am the only one who holds the key
The key to unlock and release myself from the pain
Now everyday is like a surprise
I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes
I take advantage of that as much as I can
I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn
I would not let myself be tainted from the past
Life passes by so fast
Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone
Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face


Details | Ballade | |

Be here now

Be Here Now.

Now I’ve known fear my whole damned life
And I’ve seen worry, and I’ve seen strife.
‘Been afraid of living and afraid of dying
‘Been reading lots and I’ve been lying.
Acting like I know the story;
The fall to Hell, and the rise to glory.
But now I know, that I know naught
And I know that Truth, it can’t be taught.

But sometimes I do come upon
Some wise man who may sing his song
In such a way, I see the truth.
I see it clear, don’t need no proof.
With eyes like oceans, mystic orbs!
He’ll look in me and I’m absorbed.
And his words come out, so all in tune
Just fingers pointing at the moon.

These guys they speak of a mystic state.
When I hear them, I don’t hesitate
To believe each word that comes through them
As each they say the same again.
“Be here now! my friends” they say
“It’s the only time there is”
And the truth of this be in those eyes
And their faces filled with bliss…

2003.


Details | Rhyme | |

No One Can Be Better Off Than Me

When the light of day is climbing 
And all the words I’ve heard are rhyming
And everyone around me laughs and sings;
When the sky looks so appealing as I gaze into her ceiling,
No one can be better off than me.   

When the rivers’ slowly rolling 
And kisses I have stolen
From someone in my life dear life did bring;
While staring up at stars in space and I still see her lovely face,
No one can be better off than me.

As the moon is full in measure 
And I’m gazing at that treasure 
Shining down on oceans as we dream;
When dew in grass is fading fast 
And time is lost both near and past,
No one can be better off than me. 

When now and then I see a friend
From back inside my bank of memories;
Or when wheat fields lay a ‘golden
And a crimson rose is unfoldin’,
No one can be better off than me.

And when summer dies before my eyes
And like a bird I’m ready to fly free;
I pray that I can still love more
On both sides of that mighty shore
For no one could be better off than me.   
 


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Free verse | |

that's the slippery slope of duality ~

in the congress of Love
only Loving is the Truth
and that's the Beauty of beholding
with a realEYEsed look that dares to see
that Truth like Beauty is relativity --

so, look 'n look 'n really see
with eyes the heart has seared with fire,
that passionate insanity on the sharp edge of desire
where the fool and saint are one and the same
as players in the play of this duality game --

promulgate your Truth as if a wave on the Sea
where waves all gather but disagree
yet often move from deepest blue
as if they were both me 'n you

such are these terms
of endearment made merry
with sounds that alliterate 'n show
the tender moments Lovers know


Details | Rhyme | |

A Perfect Painting

If one is compelled to stay longer,
If one’s senses are assailed,
If one is driven to suppose its motivation,
If one is urged to seek detail,

If the palette makes its statements,  
If each stroke helps one define,
If the subject can be seen anew,
If one seeks to know the artist’s mind,

If one sees therein a beauty,
If one somehow identifies,
If one feels their heart is touched,
If one is thankful for their eyes,

If one is moved to remember,
If one can see it in one’s mind,
If one is pushed to revisit,
If one seeks out more in kind,

If the painting is acclaimed or 
If it's “art” to only one;
Then it’s a perfect painting,
And its work is done.


Details | Free verse | |

Precious Eyes

Precious eyes
Your window to the world at large
Window to the soul, your inner light.

What you see 
Is what you choose to perceive
To see beauty will make your soul dance
Making you want to express it with your life
To see ugliness will make your soul branded,
Burning it with fear, diminishing its light.

What you feel
Is what you receive 
Through the window of your eyes
To feel love will make your soul dance
Making you want to express it with your life
To feel rejected will make your soul branded
Burning it with fear, diminishing its light.

What you meet
Is what you study
Through the window of your eyes
To meet interest will make your soul dance
Making you want to express it with your life
To meet lies will make your soul branded
Burning it with fear, diminishing its light.

Precious eyes,
When you are a child
What you see brands you for life
Love makes your soul dance
Anger brings fear, your soul apprehended.

Precious eyes
As your life ripes
Choose to see at a glance
What makes your soul dance
When ugliness is seen at a glance
Distortion of truth is at hand
Look deeper till you see beauty
Let the beauty heal the burns
Fear that have caused your soul upturned.

Precious eyes
Your window to the world at large
Window to the soul, your inner light.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.19.11


Details | Free verse | |

The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Free verse | |

Beauty For Ashes

I used to feel like 
A ghost
Just floating through this life
Invisible to the world

Weighed down by the chains 
of sin and guilt
My shoulders bowed and my head hung low
I looked at You through eyes
of Disillusionment and shame

My heart yearned so much
To just let go 
And confide in someone 
To look at my reflection in a mirror
And not hate the person
Staring back at me

To show my scars
Where the pain of cutting
Was  the only way I could escape 
the heartache

And use them as a testimony of 
of how you gave me beauty for ashes


Details | Free verse | |

Funny Thing About The Yard

It’s always behind or in front

seems it needs a door to get to

never complains when it rains

pleasantly, pets poop & pee

friends & family cross to hug me

my connect out there

in the back and front

it’s what I have now for all the hard

that stretch out there

the yard


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


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Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


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Poverties Face

There are all kinds of poverty
and no sin in being poor
yet, beauty in its truest form
always will endure.

Disparity has its price to pay
when greed becomes the lure.
How we handle lucre, it seems,
tells others who we are.

There’s poverty in China
and capitalism too,
yet, the desire to level the field
brings other factors in view.

They’ve seen the value
in selling culture, history
to world hungry for beauty
which disdains disparity.

The desire to care for the many
not cater to the few,
brings different kinds of order
still, poverties there too!

Nepal the Yin of planet Earth
where inward voices grow
has its own desperation
and rebellions to forego.

Individual beauty of spirit
was strongest here
they stepped inside, aside...
when discord did appear. 

Egypt has it marvels 
of man and Gods galore
but in the space of mosque light
truest beauty found its lure.

The face of child of mother
the straight-backed prowess of men
the coal black eyes of hunger
the starving animals in pens.

NO culture can climb the precipice
to sucess, all are destined to fall
as long as some have everything
and most have nothing at all.






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Sincerely

Sincerely

There’s one thing I know for sure
I’ve said it many times before
When it comes to knowing, I just don’t
I’ll never say ‘I know’ I won’t!!
No me I know nothing at all
Excepting ‘life is beautiful’!!
Some great power did make it thus
And in that power I do trust.

I see the flowers, I see the trees
I feel the breeze just flowing free
I see and hear the birds that sing
And to my heart all of this brings
A smile just like the morning sun
I’m so in love with the ‘power of one’
The truth it lives within my heart
As I proclaim it with my art.

My heart is always open wide
I sit in silence, look inside
And understand what life’s about
I have no knowledge, have no doubts
It’s written in my deepest core
The truth, I cannot tell you more
For words so clumsy, cannot say
What’s in the soul, there is no way!

I write this poem from my heart
So glad that fate gave me this art
This gift of writing truthfully
I cannot lie, I cannot be
A man who says I really know
Yet deep within my heart I glow
I have within me so much joy
And this, no power could destroy

6 October 2014.


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Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


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As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


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A Shooting Star

Love who you are;
You are a shooting star.
Shining high above the sky,
Your heart reaches out so far!


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




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Happy New Year

As I look back upon another year gone by,
I can't help but remember the moments that changed my life:
The people, the faith that fueled this fire;
If I had to describe this year in one word: Inspired!


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To Bare My Bones

Sometimes I visit pro-anoretic 
things

Out of curiosity
Out of concern
A desire to relate?
A strange urge to study the 
sick.

Am I one of them?

But every time
The more thinspiration
Self-motivation
And self-hatred that I see,

The hungrier I get
The more I feel my waist
The more I notice the softness 
of my flesh
The pleasant give of my arms
The rolling contrast of my 
proportions
The more I regard “squish” 
With fondness.

And when I feel bone 
Jut through a pillow of body
I regard it with distaste,
As I would a jagged corner
Jutting through a bedroom 
pillow,

This interruption of that which 
is 
Soft and warm and comforting. 
I care little about what look is 
yielded 
By something so thoroughly 
nice to feel, 
Whose presence exists to be 
touched. 

And to delve into boneculture,
A figure so opposite as to repel 
everything,
To repel food is to repel touch
To repel human contact
The basis of humanity
To become inhuman untainted 
by other humans,

Is repellant to me.

Though it is to be said 
That I am able to revel in being 
human,
To have power in my human 
needs
Without need to have power 
over them.

As such
I see my ribs, I feel sick
I wish to cover them
They interrupt my humanness,
To bare my skeleton is to walk 
dead.

I cover them
With muscle, with enough 
Adipose for a nice give,
Whatever I determine that to be,

Because I am alive
And crave contact
And am human
And those things are beautiful.


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In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


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living in a dream world

you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds 
but in our dream world


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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Granite Grace

Defiler of the world of beauty belay the brush of ignorance let not their feeble sigils mar the majesty of mountainside. May poverty’s rant pierce a more appropriate heart. Stroke with brush, paint and text upon the face of greed and gluttony. Waylay the money lenders and with the prick of needle portray their crimes in kind upon each homely chest. Graft in word and deed find fees in revolutionary hands rip the clubs of the rich from their calloused grip. Let the light of beauty sooth the poor foul not the face of grace upon the granite hill.


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TRAPPED IN THE FOG

Can somebody please explain to me?
Why is it that she hates what she sees?
A seemingly perfect life
She is forced to hide behind a smile
Scared to face the truth
With a glance in the mirror, she doesn’t recognize her own reflection
A young girl’s view so distorted she feels so lost
Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile
The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free
And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade
It fades further and further away
She has lost herself
So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on
Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream
She is trapped in the fog
She continues to live her seemingly perfect life
Never showing the fear
Never showing the pain
Never showing the tears, she hides from herself
Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found
Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside?
Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??


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The Woman in the Mirror

Today I looked in the mirror 
And I didn’t recognize the woman 
That stared back at me 
She frightened me 
For she told the truth 
Where I wish I could lie

I decided to look closer 
And oh she resembled me greatly 
But I looked into her eyes
Which led to her heart
And they appeared to be as cold as death

I don’t know when she became like this 
But the time had come 
I started to remember what had 
Made this woman so beautiful
At one point in her life 
Actually not too long ago at all

I then found the source of her beauty 
She used to cherish prayer and her time with her God 
She used to value being able to tell Him 
How wonderful He was 
And how much she adored Him and 
Longed to imitate the beauty she saw in Him 

She used to cling to His words, 
For she knew without them she could not live 
She loved to help and please all those who worshipped Him 
And she loved to encourage those who did not 
Because she felt the love of God 
And wanted to share it with others 

She valued purity and prided being one with God 
Indeed these things had made her beautiful
Yes she knew these things alone
For she once knew that 
Flattery from man meant nothing

But as I look in the mirror 
The woman I see doesn’t value
 Any of these things
No, not the way she once did 
Her eyes are white as snow 
And her skin still soft but she no longer 
Resembled the beautiful girl that once was 

I wish that I could go erase 
The disaster that I created 
However what was done was done 
I wish I could tell the woman in 
The mirror that she is loved 


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BIRDS acrostic

BIRDS

    B    reathless each day the winged ones burst and unite into the twilight frieze--
     I     s there a more delicate touch to the sight than the songbirds as they take to the sky?
     R    eveling while entwined with the tailwinds-- delighting the indigo breeze,
     D    ashing on the last rays of sun to nip the laziest mosquito on the fly --
     S    ong of the satisfied sung—they fade into the welcoming night bosom of the trees. 

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12-21-12


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Reflection

"We are, you and I.
Yet are too young still to trouble our hearts with love and death;
too young to trouble our minds with questions that have plagued humanity from its very beginning;
too young to pluck the heartstrings of that vast sea of emotion;
too old to live life for itself."

Let us see together
That great sunset of mankind
The beauty of the fading light
The beauty in the mind

Let us keep the sun still close
Nature in its kind
That we may better know night when
No stars are illumined

And see before us, fading still
Horizons circled 'round, oh
Will you only see the night for what it is
Or forever see the pain inside a kiss?


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Is it the greatness of your art

Is it the greatness of your art or intellect,
that you proclaim for all the world to see.
That my thoughts and wit would appear reject,
and wither upon the vine with me.
Is it your beauty and wisdom that astound.
That’s alien to this world that strikes me dumb.
No, neither you nor the masses you confound,
That words which flowed so freely will not come.
You with that simple vacant stare,
that underpins the hollows of your mind.
You, should not presume to dare,
that your fame, has my thoughts maligned.
But when your art has won the day,
then mine is helpless to teach or sway.


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Imperfection

One, two strokes of my pen touch my paper, 
Resurrecting dreams vanquished in despair
and with a glance I discern the imperfection in my work.

With a smile I show reverence for my imperfection
For it is what makes me who I am,
what makes diversity possible,
what makes life more meaningful and purposeful.

Imperfection is such a beautiful thing
Perfection lacks originality
Mastery is not the absence of mistakes, 
but using those mistakes to your advantage

Those who strive for perfection
Will only waste their time and fail.
While those who embrace their imperfection 
Are bound to succeed


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Your love

YOUR  LOVE.

Your love was not a love
But just an entrapment
Which under urges for
Multiplication of humanity
You involuntary scribed to
Set up for elopements in
Some mundane lores of sanity.

Like a flying nocturne insect
Caught in flowery sickness
On your facial prettiness
The curse of sensuality 
Form roundness of your limbs
The daily game of extractions
To enrich your mortal bones
Ease of mind but crude of tones.


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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.


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She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


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God Is Awesome and His Beauty Displayed

God Is Awesome and His Beauty Displayed!

God is awesome and his beauty displayed!
He’s my protector!  I’ve no reason to be afraid!

God is wonderful!  And his glory never ends!
He is my Lord!  My provider and friend!

God is magnificent!  And his glory is real!
Behold the God of Abraham, Jacob and Israel!

God is omnipresent! 
 He’s wherever I go!
His son Jesus, has totally
 cleansed my soul!

He’s the reason that I am here today!
I love him much more, than words can say!

He’s the reason why I can face tomorrow!
He’s removed my pain, guilt and sorrow!

His word is my guiding light as I travel on.
It shows me what is right..  And what is wrong!

He put his love, like a shield around me!
I once was lost, but his spirit found me!

He’s given to me his faithfulness!  Forever true!
And spoke to me; “I’ll forever LOVE YOU!”

He’s my rock, my hope and salvation!
Through Jesus, there is no separation!

He can be your God too! 
 Why not come to him?
Through Jesus, is where
 a new life BEGINS!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Winter

This frozen tundra of existence, the purest horizon of trees pale with frost, laden and white with snow, I think this death more beautiful than life. The tree survives to bud anew, but the moment of that regeneration can never match this frozen pallor of beauty. In nature's end is found more than my eyes can bear without tears, frozen prisms that cannot diffract this atmosphere. And the sky, ah the sky, that white blanket of beauty shrouds the earth 'round, moves the shadow into oblivion. The darkest day brings the truest sunrise, but nary a sunset. All beauty is amplified with the frost. Nature flourished in its green, in its crimson, the rose is most beautious frosted and dewed. As the rose, so emotion, forever frozen, forever beautiful. Forever ideal. To meet this plane, misted and crystallized o'er with earth's tears, is that apex to which all life must aspire only to find dissolution. Ashes to ashes, elixir to ice.


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Undefined

Sometimes we set our hopes too high -
believe in love, when loves a lie
wish for dreams too far from reach
Ignore the lessons we try to preach

We jump right in-despite scars from the past
break one more time-knowing it won't be our last
we lose our identities one by one
as we strive to be what we never become

We're not given choices we're told who to be
Before they see character they see what they see
 Were judged for our skin, here, appearance is gold
where the beauty in a face beats the beauty in a soul

Still we're expected to be better than that
believe "sticks n stones" n all that crap
Don't judge the cover-great standards by far
when it's those very vanities that define who we are

If only it mattered
what we learn rarely does
not how our clothes fit
but how our hearts love


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5 Senses that awaits you


First just to see you, to see the truth of the beauty in you. To live each day seeing the very detail of your body but mostly to enjoy the flawlessness nature of the treasures you posses. 

If then to smell the fragrance of your existence, the natural aroma that flows from you, the scent that completes you.

To hear your whisper my name in pleasures, your passionate cries for me or the mare sounds as you call my name.

Now let me show you what these hands can do, touching you, feeling too and making your dreams come through. 

Now let me taste all the choices that we make, let me taste the beauty of honey from your face and let me make the 5 sences meet you, great you with a kiss.


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The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life
From crime and hate and inner strife
I visit a place that is pure and serene
Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings

I followed a path forged in stone
immersed in beauty, that nature owns
It is nature that owns the morning haze
That envelops the glory of this mystic maze

A labyrinth of answers to my dreams
this paradise is false,or so it seems
As the sun beamed its radiant light
i choose a place and did recite

I gasped at the trees and fertile soil
that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled
The flowers have blossomed this early spring
Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine.

The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt
that blackens the white and decays the dirks
Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers 
that abides in memory to this very hour.

i heard patter from a creek a distance away
Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay
And to my eyes not a ripple shows
As i induced a wish then tossed a rose

Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection
Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection
For all this beauty that envelops me
unfolds clearly for the world to see

And to the world like a perpetual fire
it flares and glows never to tire
prevailing past the wars hate and crime
the creek remains until the end of time
 
The morning bird wings again before me
Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee
Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way
To some other secluded haven to  stay.


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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.


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Broken Minds

Why do I love Mr Rochester? Why do I think Jane Eyre should have fallen at his feet and worshiped him? Dear reader, it is for these few lines recorded below which he said to her after she found out that he kept his mad wife in a hidden upstairs chamber:

“You know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still.”
Ah….the sort of love that makes novels what they are! A broken mind….yet there is still so much beauty in a broken mind….

Broken minds bring forth treasures:
in the world of art..Van Gogh…
in the world of literature…Edgar Allen Poe…
in the field of music….Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart...

What is madness? What is a mental illness? Why do we shrink from those who struggle with depression, with suicidal thoughts, with self-loathing, with an inability to receive and give love? Do they love being that way, or do they curse nature for getting their wiring twisted, their emotions warped, and their minds broken?  Broken minds still have beauty that is waiting to be discovered…treasures waiting to be uncovered…love waiting to be won. How do I know? I have a broken mind, and yet...there is so much beauty inside me waiting to be released. People may not understand, or accept...they may shun and avoid, but I'm confident in who I am and what I can accomplish. I'm in good company.


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I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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When I make love to her

         Whenever I am with her and she is wrapped tightly in my arms, The world for a brief moment, suddenly disappears. Then, everything seems to be all right. I slip into a place of oblivion while tasting the beauty of her charms. We kiss. So gently at first, while exploring the depths of her secret soul as the softness of her body, so sensuous in so many ways,is able to quench my driving thirst.
         She takes me to places I have never traveled before. Making me feel things like Volcano's erupting as my hot blood flows like molting lava. Yet, at times, she makes me feel like I am in flight. A spitit with wings. So subtle is her love, so intriguing is the mystery of her. I sense the wonder of a thousand stars lighted so brightly along with a hundred galaxies filled with the music of the Gods. A million universes all molded into the ecstasy of beauty and love untamed by the touch of man. Each time we make love, it becomes a new experience. She becomes all that I am, I become all that she is. We become one body in spirit and mind.
        She has touched the depth of my being. Pulled away the outer shell. Bared to her is the essence of my heart and all that I am. With her, I am the man, the pebble in the sea. She is all that is part of me, WHEN I MAKE LOVE TO HER.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My final goodbye

What’s the purpose of living?
When everyday I’m losing my life
Trying to live without a heart
Has become impossible to survive

I awake and just sit on my bed
Don’t have the will to face the day
I try to go on without her
But I can’t keep hurting this way

I try my best, I really try my best
But it is much harder than it seems
Why would I want to keep this life?
Knowing the disaster it has been

The pain of my heart ache
I have carried for so long
And I just can’t carry it no more
I’m tired of being strong

Maybe dying is the only way out
From this cruel, cruel world
And all my misery will go away
When they cover me in the hole

So as I get ready now to quit my life
I’m am totally aware of what I’m about to do
So if any on says that I was crazy
That will be just speculations and not true

Many claims to know the power of love
And the things love can make you do
And those are the ones who will understand
The hell my life was going through

Yes I love her more than my life it self
I guess god said it was not meant to be
And he took me out of her heart
But leave a life time of misery for me

So I will go to sleep now
And pray not to wake tomorrow
And that my life will quietly go
To put and end to my sorrow

And as I contemplate how to end it
I write this with tears in my eyes
I have suffer for to long
Hiding behind a fake disguise

And as sure as the morning will come
And the stars will be in the sky
My life has come to the end
So this is my final goodbye


Details | Rhyme | |

INVITATION

INVITATION


Invited was I, by your stunning 
Beauty
To enter the sanctuary of your
Precious being,
Into the sacred chambers of
Your feelings
Where no other male has previously
Been

Rapturous then my heart
Became
As was surrounded with so
Much love
That
My eyes turned towards the
Heavens
For 
To thank my glorious LORD 
Above! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 MAY 2013


Details | Senryu | |

TEST OF SMILING FACE

                                                     Test of smiling face 
                                                 keeping beauty glorious
                                                    looking glass in front


                                                       no one is ugly
                                                 smiling beauty of faces 
                                                      in front of mirror


Details | Free verse | |

Picture Perfect

Take a picture. 
Halfway between, two extremes, film exposed to light; 
Corrupt or cleansed, shaking hands, or about to fight. 

Make a picture. 
Roll film right back, start again, I am what you see.
More film to load, left alone, so many stills to be. 


Details | Free verse | |

Red is for Love

stalking behind my
shadow 
a silent approach
never to crack a leaf,
balancing so much
with an ocean of love
never a wave,
just still.
still I am here
caught in a swim
keeping my head
above 
sharing my conscious
to a half empty glass
the red will always stare

never passed, 
just at you 


Details | Quatrain | |

FOR IN VIENNA WE WERE POETRY

                I’D VIE FOR VIENNA

I’ve visited Vienna because the universe urged me to go
and on the subject of Vienna I have all I need to know
I know the city sings and writes poetry for all to read
And were I to dance with Vienna I’d let it lead

From a small café I idolized what my eyes espied
And the beauty of Vienna will never be defied
Vienna is the sound of violins and the aroma of violets grown
And owns a beauty such as I’ve never known

I strolled the streets of Vienna in awe of its grace
Vienna’s streets seem to be formed by lavender and lace
It’s akin to a purple and violet sky to behold
And it’s shimmer is more alluring than gold

Vienna sweetens the sour and acrid taste of phools
It takes them and teaches  love’s true rules
Vienna has the power to make a rose bloom in the snow
And nothing compares to Vienna is all I know

So if you ever go to Vienna please appreciate it like me
Because I’ll never have the qualities that you will see
In Vienna I heard poetry with its lilting simplicity
And had I never visited Vienna would have been a true and utter pity
        I thank invisible beauty for her kindness
                And her consisten encouragement!
© 2011...Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~
      


Details | Blank verse | |

Breathless

Sometimes when words escape
They leak back into the echosphere
Like a lost soul with a task unfinished.

Their absence haunts us, those words we thought
And let slip through our fingers before articulation.
They want to be spoken: need to be spoken into existence,
But never were given the chance to mature
Beyond the simple state of being an idea.

When they eventually return from their metaphysical journeys
It'll be too late to make a difference or prove their point.
The timing will be wrong, the context unnatural.
It makes me wonder if the world might have been better off
If those pesky words would have stayed lost,
And not come back to remind me 
That it's rude to stand with one's jaw dropped
When a beautiful women is speaking to you.


Details | Free verse | |

PLAN A frica

PLAN A (frica)   
                                                                     
Such splendor 
      Gazelles by the thousands, flawless
       Springing into green and golden dawn
Staggers the thought
Sucks the air
        Roars lion thunder, roars again---- sated, delighting
        Cubs cuffed for bothersome nips
Grabs the gut
         Night drops under a falling dome of star sky
         suddenly --no warning to bid adieu the sun

Such magnificence declares:
 Big Bang was just plan A
       more to come


Details | I do not know? | |

Mondo 2

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.



NOTE: I stretched the syllables a bit, but I couldn't find any other way around it.


Details | Free verse | |

On My Mind

I cannot sleep for thoughts of you

You invade my senses - breathless

You sweep through me - unseen, yet there

Gentle upon my soul - are you

Where were you last night?

My soul aches in the ashes of memory

Every breath I breathe is yours

Take it - and let me rest 

My love


Details | Rhyme | |

Decades of whens

ecades of whens

When the time does come!!!
There’s been decades of whens
I have thought about this some
Now I pick up my pen
To write about those whens for me
I thought that one day soon
I would live so happily
Now I sing a different tune.

I was looking for a thing
That only lasts a while
Desires and wants and all such things
Now they just make me smile
For true joy comes through looking in
And finding what I am
I’m not that shabby little fellow
Who fought in Vietnam.

I am all, and all is me
I am life, and all of it
The birds the flowers, all this I be
I’ve grown now, quite a bit
Joy is what I have forever
I’m the luckiest of men
I live for now, and I will never
Wish again for whens

7 November 2014


Details | Free verse | |

To Sleep Naked With The Wolves

Those hazel eyes that pull back with the tide 
And come alive when submerged 
She had a witch’s way about her 
So spellbinding and lost 
with her jeans of the week 
dingy and dilapidated 
that spoke of wild nights 
being desired, and left desiring 
They fit so well with 
Her cross to bear 
her beautiful brown hair 
And the uninvited eyes it’d bring 
Lonesome was all she ever wanted 
On a sandy bluff somewhere 
Leaning into the wind 
In the arms of love’s memory 
It’s so much clearer when it’s gone 
To sing when no one’s listening 
To sleep naked with the wolves 
These are the things she needs


Details | Sonnet | |

Thy Eyes In Which False Beauty Lies

Thy eyes in which false beauty lies
And restricts the sight till it's range,
Seeks beauty in what appears nice
And soothe in what dies with age.
Thy eyes that sees what ancestors told,
Builds a fence in thy mind;
Believes in what those old books hold
And kills the length till moon's height.
Thy eyes that pour hate in innocent heart
So make it dull with black'st flow,
And sees around with envious thought
For joy, thee never let come to thou.
Thy eyes that complain with sleek'st sigh
The one who blooms their only life. 


Details | Nonet | |

All Beauty Destroyed

I do not see things the way you might
I can find good in the darkness
Even when things seem hopeless
Even when it seems that
All beauty's destroyed
There will always
Be some hope
And some
Light


Details | Free verse | |

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

 Zealot tundra wonder  --Decked in blues of summer sky
   You never flee the cold
          But rally boldly on---
Taunt the Valiant Golden Hawk
    Whose daunting wings yearn for the sun 
        In 
    Blackest days of December

    Winter Tundra Bird
       persists
 daring frost kissed beauty
    Roving with the Ravens
         Magnificent indigo flourish
             Against Alaska White

  Jay Bird on a bender....
       Strutting the fjord.
           Blue brilliance
 Pearl kissed Head
      Cocked in splendor
        Starlit eyes   
 Flashing miracles of Mysteries

 Forward
    flitting
      to a beat hop beat
                      Cadence
 Unheard by human ears

Daring his spark of life to linger
        cold ignored
 Beat hop beat Beat
     At a time

  Swiftly shifts in
    Cruel winds grace
   a
     jay-hop
   at a time .

    Eager nimble Eager
    Searching
 For seeds of spring
  Beat hop beat
       Each
 Snow step hop Step
                      Woos closer
 His Lover’s dance of spring
      Promise of delight
        Brightens brilliant
               Snow
               Eyes

  Fresh flakes Flutter
   Fresh-snow blink Flutter
                    Blink once
     Blink-twice again
 Silhouette against winter white
  Flawless.
         Bold .

    Without a doubt--
           Blue flame of sky
                You
               dare the crouching fox
                  with every
                 blue- brash
                      hop

                   Arctic
                Cowboy
                  Sass

      Dawn breaks enchanting
          Sun-dogs circle
     Through Bare Black Trees
         Sun shrieks
             her
          Icy Claws
     to touch your Jay
       Bird head
   Beauty finds a voice
 Songs of splendor spin round the world
  on wings of venturing ravens and roving sparrows
        magnified multiplied 
       Shimmer Sun Shimmer  Sapphire Blue Shine

       Spin  Around the World

                    in Persia
   Roving Arctic swallows trill Jay praise  
  Raven Tributes rave of Arctic’s lovely creature
   proclaim him  the Prince of Beauty  Undenied

                        Jealous
    Sovereign Beauty now dethroned
             The foolish
 Prince of Peacocks
      Quakes with Rage 
       despite his 
     Heights of Glory

    Perched on a golden fence
    The Spiteful Splendid Creature
           Tumbles
       Screeching
             to his death
of
             Dirt



Details | Free verse | |

Why are there

Why are there 
great white puffy clouds
like galleons of cotton
only a child's eye can see?

Why are there fields bursting
with man-tall cornstalks and
lush carpets of pasture
worth much more than
a thousand kings?

Why does the snow
fall so gently, solemn
and perfect in beauty
as it layers all,
both great and small?

Why does rain
change its tempo--
sometimes a tinkle,
sometimes a roar?

Why does a watermelon
taste different 
than a cantaloupe?

Why do we love?
Why do we hate,
when rocks get by
quite well
without it?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beauty of God's Love

I will never
 fully comprehend.
The beauty of God’s love
that I have within!

From where I was,
 to where I am today…
I praise him! More than
 words can say.

I shall give him all
 honor, glory and praise.
And be obedient to him,
  all of my days!

He’s more precious to me
 than ever before,
His presence in me—
I need so much more!

His marvelous love,
 shall bless me to the end…
For this, I say, “Hallelujah”, 
“Glory to God!” and “Amen!”

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil

The tears have stopped flowing now 
As I buried him deeply in the garden  
Amongst the lilacs and jasmine trees 
Where he could breathe their delicious scent 
And their petals could softly caress his skin 

The cinder blocks of disappointment 
Mark his eternally silent grave 
Cold and ascetic against the rich foliage
As if I wished for him to stand out against such beauty 
Yet still be touched by it, an ever present memorial

For inside the beautiful garden of my mind
Where he had once walked so freely 
Trampling wildly with no concern for the consequences 
Not caring if anything would ever grow there again
So I entombed him there as a reminder, of all that once was 

His memory serving to show me what was savagely taken 
Used and abused and then thrown to the wind 
Emotions laid waste, gnawing at the beauty 
Inciting the madness of good and evil 
As they battle endlessly within this garden

Memories of love replaced by those of hate,
Churning inside of me, the good urging me to let go
The evil relentlessly pursuing my ire 
Like a warm coat evil protects from the misery 
While the good encourages the self incrimination

And so it is midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
My demons restlessly guide my steps 
With now silent tears that water my imagination 
And cement my resolve with a sense of resilience 
For after this night I will cry no more...

 


Details | Free verse | |

Natural Order of things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She.

She,
remains just out of focus,
an elusive portrait,

etched in the corner of the mind's eye.

she,
sometimes strays into view,
a blurred mirage,
of burnished words cast in indelible dye.

she,
steals fragments of each day,
a welcome thief,
of emotions left in some dusty space.

she,
scatters my poems in the breeze,
an invited spell,
that vanishes into the wind without a trace.

she,
renders me mute and so often blind,
the wild dreamer,
a seeder of impossible thoughts in the mind.

she,
brings the elements of nature to me,
a gentle healer,
she unfolds my thoughts setting them free.

she,
comes and goes as she chooses,
an untamed spirit,
soothing the very place that she bruises.

she,
rouses me in nights of empty slumber,
a murmured breath,
brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number.

she,
remains to me the enigmatic one,
a burning riddle,
yet she stays with me as each torturous day is done.

she,
my heart knows not why she stays,
my consistent constant,
filling up my nights and consoling my days.

she,
deserves so much more from fate,
the truest soul,
she loves too much and knows not how to hate.

she,
arrives again tonight as I lie awake,
a thoughtful shield,
my coat of armour in a world far too fake.

she,
stays with me and within me stays still,
the true one,
and to dwell deep in my soul is where she always will.

she,
from whose cup I have so greedily drank,
a giver of life,
I have not the words with which to her wholly thank.

she,
knows how desolate a world this can be,
my sustainer of hope,
and of life and of breath is what she will always be.


Details | Rhyme | |

Inner beauty

The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Is like the crispness of an unturned page,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
That glowing youthful beauty so alive
Needs sustenance of virtue to survive.
The trials of life will leave a bitter trail
Where paucity of goodness does prevail.
Lovely the face where beauty dwells within,
Nor time, nor fate, can ere its radiance dim.


won no. 2


Details | Free verse | |

Danse Macabre

I've surrendered thought for vanity
time for possibility
possibility for routine
and individuality for perfection
but how I long to wear that mask
even conscious of its tackiness and tattered edges
the sham of it all

and learn to fake it
learn to hide, disguise flaws, manipulate imperfections
turn myself into someone else, yet
do not fret, for I am true to you alone,
although it was a deceitful tongue that told me, 
I the raven and you the dove 

you might as well have advised me to sacrifice a hand
to save a finger, 
for these are the things I have made forfeit in your epithet, vanity
my innocence, my youth, my dignity
lost to those times when the mind is unquiet
gnawed through with restless thoughts

for longer than I has beauty been defined, 
bound by thread and dye
pigment and illusion
every woman a cookie-cutter whore
to equate beauty with love

no more, alas- I am
now a raven, once a dove


Details | Lyric | |

My Love, My Love

My love, my love
I know, you know where beauty lies
Deep within the mountains
Hidden within stormy skies

In places few have been to
In remote and barren lands
Many journeys seldom seen in a lifetime
Although many have claimed that they have been

In the chill of coldest Winter
Your heart provides strong heat
My love lives strong within you
In my thoughts I can feel you breathe

My love, my love
How much beauty you have seen
You have climbed the highest mountains
You have scaled the highest peaks

You have slept amongst the clouds
Closer to God, than closer to man
You understand power and majesty
Unlike the many who think they can

You have carried my heart within you
Seeking beauty far and wide
You have seen me everywhere you looked
Both by day and in star filled skies

My love has lived within you
In your every thought and deed
It has been in your every moment
Even in death it will not cease

Our love will live in those mountains
Both high and far below
It will live upon those glaciers
It will thrive in the coldest of snows

Just as the mountains stand before us
Just as what is, will continue to be
Our love will never diminish
In whatever God has made beautiful
That is where our love will be...



(April 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


Details | Couplet | |

The Real Beauty

The most beautiful people on Earth are sometimes the ugliest
They indulge in evil and sin best

Though beautiful on the appearance
They hardly deserve that we do cast them a glance

Inside, they have nothing, no values, no morals
They can even be filled with diseases, reminding them that they are in fact 
mortals

The most beautiful people are those rare ones
Those who are as swift and subtle as Pan

Those who care not for the materialistic
Those who relish the meaning of that which is mystic

Those who  have seen the realm of the Lord
Those who know, that if they do act with grace, they shall be given a reward

Those who care for others,
Those who are, for this world, mere lovers!

In love with all of creation,
In love with its toils, and its solutions!

Such are those people who deserve, to have beauty
For they are the ones shining with purity!

If you do meet such a beautiful person,
Pray do treat him like a son!


Details | Free verse | |

High-Reaching Hope Leading Destructive Despair

Being Near
It is impossible to say what Feeling is Stronger
Attraction
Nervousness
Paranoia
Or just wanting to wrap thou in an embrace for all the comfort that wants to be shown unto thee

This meager attraction that has sprouted dwindles by what you see in another
This case seems to be always present throughout these experiences
A sheer passing of Anxiety courses through when near this conduit of feeling
Of course, even at the Genesis of these feelings it was known what they were
Now, it just grows and threatens to burst at the seams

Ever expanding with every passing memory,
Every possible moment that could take place between the two
Every Glance in this dangerous direction

The Memories
How they haunt and stretch the Hopeful side
Leading to a fantasy that cannot take root in reality
Even if the seed has been planted
The Watering will never occur by both
In the same degree,

The Paranoia is perhaps a more pressing matter
Leaving this dreamer to wonder if their feelings are right in their place
Or just a calamity that is sure to follow these rushing tides of sensations
When your eyes are averted in a more hopeful and dreamy direction
When a more realistic approach is so near

Alas, I find myself in a pattern
Something that has become most vexing
This newfound desire seems much more realistic than the last few
Although, saying that fuels a Hope that should not have, perhaps, ever been allowed to be conceived
However,
With the progression of things these past few moons
That possibility of Hope growing is Becoming More
And More
Inevitable
With it, comes an even greater chance of Despair
That has ever been known 
By this poor stricken soul...



Constructive Criticism is welcomed for this, as well as suggestions that might want to be made.
Please and thank you!(:


Details | Haiku | |

COVERING SURROUND BEAUTY

                                                        cauliflowers leaves
                                                   covering surround beauty
                                                       makes beauty of both


Details | Haiku | |

her shining simplistic unknown haiku

her gentle touch heals
never again will i doubt
the Truth of her Love....


Details | Free verse | |

TO DENY TRUTH

Reality wasn't what I saw when faced with challenges
greater than I could imagine, and to deny truth I made up
excuses to hide from all; ah! Who was the real loser?
All I had to do was reach out, and not fear the outcome
but my sight was blocked by a thick blindfold,
I was the typical blind man struggling on a cane led by a dog,
not pitying myself...I assumed it was utter fate!


As a bright child with an innovative vision, I had different dreams,
many plans to raise above others and be praised;
and dreaming, I was compelled to deny truth, transforming myself
into someone relying on hope, rather than faith!  


O eyes that once beheld glory, your sky was radiant as spring...
when lovely days led to quite, serene nights!  
O heart that was amazed by the grandeur of creation, nothing was
more gratifying than that sublime moment!
Today that veil preventing light from shining, has been lifted to unfold
a treasure without gold, that treasure wealthy men don't own;
no riches can be compared to this wisdom
learned with patience...is there a need to deny truth? 



Details | Senryu | |

VALENTINE'S BEAUTY

                                                     Valentine's beauty
                                            waits for few hours to lovers
                                                    without wishes miss


Details | I do not know? | |

SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







Details | Free verse | |

Rose Patch Hands

Shall I plant a rose patch to explain your scars
So the world may never know how you treat your beauty?

Shall I hide the blades that oblige your compulsion
To shave away the flesh that burdens you so?

Shall I distract you with gold and glitter
And pull your eyes away from those scarlet stains?
 
Shall I bind you with thornless rose stems
If not for pleasure, then for a moment of peace?

Shall I pull down my plaques and papers
So that I might trade them for your undivided affection?

Shall I salve in scripture and pray to the wind
That this apparent affliction may wander from you?

Shall I mire in melancholia, and exchange my hope
As a sacrificial lamb to ransom your amour-propre? 

Shall I remove myself so that I may no longer prod
Your beauty to suffer the lies that only your eyes see in the mirror?

Shall I plant a rose patch to explain your scars
So the world may never know how you treat your beauty?


Details | I do not know? | |

BEAUTY AND THE BLIND

Is it beauty that stimulates our imagination and excites our heart,the colors, the 
designs, the shapes,we marvel in awe at them like a baby with it's new toy
What is beauty? asked an old blind man.
Is it as beautiful as the sound of the birds and the bees or the breeze blowing 
through trees.
The rain is beautiful the way it blows with the wind congratulating my body as it 
touches my skin.
Beautiful is the invigorating odors and the fragrance of the flowers i smell when i 
go for morning walks to pick up shells,the greeting of the morning sun always 
reminds me that the day has begun.
Its very beautiful to me when i groom my horses in the barn my heart sings when 
i stroke them with my hand, smooth as silk their body's fell, sounds they make 
once given a meal.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder i was always told,i have never seen anything 
even in my days of old.
Is beauty something that u can only see?i am asking a question will u please tell 
me.
A blind person beauty is not felt by vision-i give you a few examples in some of 
my expression's.
Beauty isn't always above the skin it also lies deep within.


Details | Lyric | |

A Silence so Loud

This beautiful face, what is it worth
For beauty is nothing without love
So just speak the words to take the pain
Cause I had something to be proud of
Every day, I whisper to God
Bring me my angel back
And every day, I want to scream
As He lets me down again
Every day, I cry to God
Bring me my angel back
And every day, I want to scream
Cause He let me down again
I can only ask why
But the answer I know
It rips me apart
Cause its time I have to go
I look to my only Dad
With tear stained eyes
As my lungs choke
On my final cries
This beautiful face, what the hell is it worth
For beauty is nothing without love
So just speak the words to take the pain
Cause I had something to be proud of
And now it’s gone
The only thing I had left
The only gift I ever had
Was taken by the Giver
So I sit here crying
These voices won’t leave me
I just keep telling myself
That this just can’t be
Do you know how much I want to die?
Do you know how much I have cried?
Do you know how much I just miss
Such a simple thing as an everlasting kiss
Do you know how much I want to die?
Do you know how much I have cried?
Do you know how much I just miss
Such a simple thing as an everlasting kiss
This beautiful face, what the hell is it worth
For beauty is nothing without love
So just speak the words to take the pain
We had something to be proud of…
--


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Chicane Journey

The curvature of her body   The sculpting of her mind
A chicane       With an Edge
Purposed to find

This river twisted they failed to quest
For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved
Its ocean journey never gave less

With agitated sea of reason
Its conscience slipped deep in the brine
Once a reef of clarity    On ocean floor darkest
Now lays with  coral skeletons of time

Lost to the moray of her smile       Years past
If existed concern or reflect
For beauty with an edge      As in ocean deep
Her estuary fixating         A sweet chicane of twice effect

The beauty of silence       Is a song the moray does sing
Storied is its sight      Welled of illusion
A fleeting enchantment     A nightmare in dream

With drop step glance     And upswept eyes, a melody loosed of her song
The piercing shards of subtle iniquity
A sharper vision     Did not any belong

With cast eyes, brought a letting of his soul
Rivulets of its being   With she, reminisce   Whispered song
In chambered heart   Her nautilus keepsakes of long ago

Just as the "Song of the Moray"    Which passed through silent gill
The receding lashed wake of their voiceless harmony
On empty beach its effervescence it did instill


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BEAUTY OF LOVE IS SEEN

                                when a mother embraces her wounded child  
                              beauty of love is seen in her sweet eye feelings
                                When a wife embraces her wounded husband
                              beauty of love is seen in her sweet eye feelings
                                 When a brother or sister or friend ..................
                              beauty of love is seen in her sweet eye feelings
                                  


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Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul


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This Beauty Is Too Big For Me

This beauty is too big for me;
it feels like a dream.
I desperately need
you by my side
so these wonders can spill
into both our eyes.
Which way should I turn?
I need us to take turns
to drink the whole scene in.
On this poor lonely page,
these picture-perfect palm trees
have now overflowed
into hyperbole.
This beauty is too big for me.
I want you to smell the salt with me,
I wish you could walk through waves with me,
I need you to make it real.


Details | I do not know? | |

Morior

The moonlight seemed a shadow
As he closed his eyes
Remembering perfection
Thinking of the beauty of the stars
That he had never seen
Reflected in the endless seas
Tide over tide
Washing away
The imperfection
Of his eyes

Words
That fell from dew-dropped lips
Like prisms of reality
So clear, diffracting meaning
Into infinite aesthetic

Inside
He still remembers
What he wanted so much then to say
That fateful time
When morning never came
When life gave way
And mirrors in the moonlight
Left his sight yearning for something more
Than silver stares
Bittersweet years
And tears of self-reflection

Into the skies
He speaks the words
That he before had never heard

"O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul
Seducer into nothingness
A fire amongst the cold of my existence
Endless mirror
Perfect meaning

As I look into your soul
I cannot help but drown

As I feel into your soul
I cannot help but become terrified
As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes
Subsumed into the infinite
I find such beauty in this one becoming
Going under

You gave unto my sight
The shadows of the night
You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul

Anew
I rose
From 'neath the sea
Between the shards of broken glass
In fire and ash
I rose
Anew

But you
You made it so real
That I cannot feel you
Anymore"

One single tear diffracts the light
And shatters into ash and flame

In sunrise
Before darkest skies
In open eyes
He sees the stars
He tried so hard
    To find


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Half Empty

Half Empty, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

To describe oneself, what question must be asked?
One driven by reality?
Philosophy?
To speak of the physical beauty that resembles humble being
“Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna
Should I bomb descriptive words which stop at physical characteristics?
For while my cup is half empty, hers is half full
Driven by beauty standards
Unheard off
Reality just to those with wealth
Illusionist balancing individual’s self-esteem
Through the cut
Thread together; million dollar hands
Is my glass really half empty?
“Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna
Should I painterly describe the beauty walking alone?
The one not understood
Unique
Hidden behind leaves, thorns
Casted aside because she lacks size zero
Trying to fit in yet not in her clothes
Trap
To be or not to be
One’s self that is
Casted aside because she speaks her lingo
Forceful to protect
Hidden behind hurtful words, thoughts
Survival skills gone
Or, is it?
Social interaction forgotten
Silenced
Casted aside because she mirrors society’s wrongfulness
Body scan reveals six distinctive colors
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple
Blues streaming constantly
A cut
Deep red spills
So, I ask; to describe one’s self what question must be sought?


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True Beauty

Let your beauty be an inner beauty;
Based on feelings of inward love-
That can not be opposed because it comes from a meek(not weak) and quiet  
spirit-
The inner man of the Soul.

Beauty that comes from within shall never fade away'
It's rooted and grounded in the solid foundation of love, purity of heart and joy that 
increases day by day.

Outward beauty comes and goes as life progresses on;
But inner beauty holds its own, remaining eternally strong.
True beauty can not be pasted on  or spread on or rubbed into the skin as some 
would like to propose-
For true beauty is nurtured by the Hand of God in the Heart that is kind and good 
bringing peace of mind within.


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God's Message to Man 1/2

God’s Message to Man				1/2


Man, O Man, 
What you have given to me, O Man
I gave you the wonderful Earth, Sun, Moon and Stars
The wonders of the world and even gave the entire Universe.

I gave you day and night, dreams and imaginations
I gave you the most precious and the loftiest,
The feelings, emotions and the rare gift of dialogues 
A gift by which you can always win a heart

I gave you the most beautiful and loveliest among all 
The gift of love to share with your soul mate
Above all the gift of beauty in the form of woman
Which has no parallel, in the entire Universe

I gave you the power of vision, to express yourself,
Through the splendid and most beautiful gift of words,
To write, to listen and to reveal your heart
And above all to sing songs and dance in fabulous ways

I gave you the smell of flowers to enjoy and to look,
The beauty of dawn and sunsets on the horizons,
I gave you the gift of clouds and raindrops, 
To wash away the dirt, spreading on earth

To make your life, full of happiness and pleasures,
I gave you the blessings of seasons, climates, winds and dew droops,
To make your life cool and beautiful, I gave you the snowfall,
With a touch of thunder, storms, haze and rainfalls.

I gave you the mist, breeze, wind and the beautiful fog,
So that you can make out a poem or may sing a song,
To know yourself and you position in the world,
I gave you the gift of North Star.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 20th April  2010		concluded in 2/2




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I Remember the Rose

For most, a rose is romance.
A rose is the passion within -
The forgiving flower.
The tenderness that is, pure love.
But not to me.
A rose to me is sadness,
It’s essence and it’s scent,  
I recall a painful memory -
A lonely reminder of a woman,
I never got to meet.
It’s velvet beauty surrounded her,
So pale and still she lay
My grandma.
I recall my father’s face;
The first time I ever seen him cry.
On his knees by his mother -
At her coffin.
So when I smell a rose’s love,
In retrospect, I think I understand
The beauty and the essence it demands.
For it was the rose that I remember -
and I think about her quiet face,
My Nana, 
the gentle rose
The woman that brought my father
to his knees.


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Nothing Compares To The Beauty Of Jesus

Nothing Compares To The Beauty Of Jesus!

There’s nothing that compares to the beauty of Jesus!
No matter how many things may try to “please us.”

There’s nothing that can match his awesome power!
No matter the day, the time, or the hour!

There’s nothing that can ever replace his love for you!
In spite of what you’ve done or are going to do!

There’s nothing at all that cam compare with his glory!
His “life ever after” is more than a “fairy tale story!”

There’s nothing that this world 
could give to you or me.
That can match what Christ 
offers for eternity!

There’s nothing that compares 
with a heavenly mansion!
Christ prepares a place for us
 from his compassion.

There’s nothing for Christ, I would ever trade!
His life for mine.  The price has been paid!

There’s not a moment too soon or a moment too late.
To prevent you from entering into heaven’s gate.

The opportunity is here!  Won’t you accept him?
He’s waiting to change your life!  Won’t you let him?

This could be your day of salvation!  Jesus is here!
His faithfulness to you is everlasting and secure!

He brings salvation with healing in his wings!
Behold the Lord!  Our savior and king!

By Jim Pemberton


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Beautifully Unfinished

These thoughts play back in my head again and again like a sappy love song on the radio...*REPETITION REPETITION*..."CAN WE TALK for a minute"?....so many questions that I need to ask...the when the what and the why....mostly the WHY is WHAT boggles my mind...WHEN will the answers be revealed?...while I continue to propose these questions...never do I fret nor lose focus...instead I'm patient enough to wonder....and while I wander through this forest of great confusion....I find inner peace in the search for knowledge and wisdom....and even with what's already understood I understand that I've not yet reached complete and total understanding....I FEEL a certain sense of rush knowing that my journey is very much still ahead of me....as I walk down the path of what is true SELF DISCOVERY...I marvel at artistry of creation...and appreciate the blessings of being.... "beautifully UNFINISHED"....

CiD *Challenging Industrial Dictators*
4:20
Milk And Bread


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Modern Society

Ages, eras
Pass on by
in essence
Time flies

But what have we come to
As a society?
Simply falsehoods
And false piety?

Sorrow, hate
Ruined fate
Terrorism, controversy
As of late

Do we really comprehend
The effects of our defects
The implications
Of what we elect

What we elect
For society to accept
What eventually reduces us
To ignorance's depth

From everything now
Today, yesterday, and tomorrow
It seems as though
The default emotion is sorrow

But not all hope is lost
For there is a light
It may be in the distance
But there is one cost

We as a society
Must choose to resolve
Our immorality
We must dissolve

We must vanquish
All hatred and conflict
That we create
And that media depicts

Maybe if we take this
One step at a time
We may step out of this abyss
Out of this paradigm.


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Sublime

Lost in the world ,
where i used to live,
standing near the sea,
on the cliff.
The heavy tides ,
slapping hard on rocks,
as if trying to make them stop,
make them stop from dying,
like they did,
stop them to fall off that grid,
in memory of those who jumped from that cliff,
surely they must have heard of that myth,
its just an odd domestic tiff.
In the mildest , greenest grove,
out of the calm of the coldest air,
inside the swollen and lonely cove,
i saw them standing there.
A little while later , with the clouds all grey,
i went on moving,
a little bit astray ,
the sun redeeming light,
as if punishing itself,
for what they have done,
for the matter of proving oneself.
Black silhouettes dancing from pole to pole,
i thank whatever god's maybe,
for my unconquerable soul,
beyond this place of heaven and hell,
wherever i may be at,
is a place which appears to be entirely well,
and the world beyond all that.
If i were gone in another life,
i'll knew that earth would spin,
i won't cry i'll just survive,
an escape from the world i'm in.
Shall i dwell in the dark forest?
or shall i seek the kingdom by the sea to see,
the reason i'm here,
is this the place to be.
Lost in the world,
where i used to play,
now i want to run,
it was like yesterday when i wanted to stay,
if i could see this glorious land once again,
which now prevails in my dream,
through the eyes astounded by beauty,
on the ending gleam.
Closing my eyes i am back from where i begun,
touching the seas and the mountains,
sublime like sun.


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Domestic Travels

The beautiful muses
Erato and Euterpe 
Placidly and languidly
Drift, float, sway
They take me with them
"Cometh here, child
We'll show you where you are"
They sing in harmony as I
Clumsily lumber along
A mere passenger
Captured in a hypnotic trance
Incapable of creating
Only reincarnating 
This pure beauty
Yet for there to be beauty in some things
Must there be beauty in all things?


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The shine

The angst comes with a grip...

Strapping to the shaft of my silver gun

It shines on my runs

I like to eat when I kill
Because killing isn't fun

Just like when swimming underwater satisfies the sun

Coming up again gives ya the bump

Seeing the daylight once again-

Feeling that heat like a mexican

When thinking of blessings and-

The rest of the world

In a big bubble with smoke and glitter


The regular people have splinters

They are livers

But need help

Because the first world acts bitter


It never shows how much fitter-

Anybody could be if bid come ta hither

If one were to become prisoner

And needed time

Like listeners...

The the smallest of us all

Hearing the most

And breathing the boast

Coming again and again

Needing nothing but stories of kin

People they love being here for them

And so can be you

Just don't ever say shoe

And they will hear you

-Jump up and do

Because the rest of the world says wait to chose


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As I Look At God's Beauty



As I Look At God’s Beauty… As I look at this world and the beauty God has created… His beautiful handiwork is not debated! As I marvel at the majestic mountains… I see beautiful lakes, rivers and fountains! As I gaze up into the beauty of the stars… I say to myself; “God.” “What a wonder you are!” Everything on this earth is a sight to behold. A testimony of God’s awesomeness, as I’ve been told! As I read the Bible, I was able to find. When God created Adam and Eve… He had YOU in mind! God has a plan for us! We are his creation! He freely offers to all, mercy and salvation! Let’s bring honor to God. Where honor is due! And tell our creator; “God, I sure LOVE YOU!” He’s given to all of us the opportunity to live. He patiently waits with a new life to give! Won’t you come to him, and listen to his voice? Giving your life to God… Is always the best choice! By Jim Pemberton


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The Spark

Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I am a poet
An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
In my yard, where birds feed even those noisy Larks

An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
A slight flaw in speech as 'Have you two, done et''
In my yard, where birds feed even those noisy Larks
Beauty or humor can be turned into a poem part

A slight flaw in speech as "Have you two, done et''
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
Beauty or humor can be turned into a poem part
Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I.. even I am a poet


(I am passing this on to Doris Culverhouse and doing something different passing to Steven 
Mossburg also.)


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Love Lost...Never Forgotten

The lull of the waves gently swayed admidst,
a tranquility so peaceful as a butterflies kiss.

Her hair shone brightly, though eyes seemed lost,
the chill in her heart; she tried desperately to toss.

As the sand felt harsh beneath tender toes,
her cheeks damp with tears, she searched in her soul.

Far out to sea, beyond green rolling hills,
she longed for joy; to be fulfilled.

Her body quivering, saying, hold on tight,
the brown eyed beauty cried out in the night.

With her heart beating strong, her head held high,
this was the moment she must say goodbye.

To have loved and lost, she will never forget,
as the the lull of the waves gently swayed admist.

With lips so soft, she blew a kiss to his ashes;
then the the brown eyed beauty released her true passion.


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Starving for Beauty

I am starving
For a dream
For a fantasy
That has escaped me
I wish I was never born
Because I cannot be perfect
Because I cannot be beautiful
When I starve
I feel powerful
I feel in control
Every compliment I get
Makes me feel like a fraud
I can hide my disfigurement
From the world
But when I am alone and bare
I cannot hide from myself
When I was a big beautiful woman
I felt confident, beautiful and desired
But, now if anyone knew the real me
No one would accept me
Because I am a freak
I just want to be normal again
I just want to love myself


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Beauty, like most things, is subjective

Beauty, like most things, is subjective
Some people prefer a statue, marble, 
Crafted at the enervation of the sculptor.
Others prefer smoke, thin and intangible, 
Dancing in plumes to an atonal rhythm.
Call me crazy, but I prefer neither. 
I admire you in your skin in clothes 
Shorts and a tank-top, as you move
So exotically your hips to a drum in time.
However I don't find beauty in arousal, 
Yet in a connection seen in eyes, 
Held in hands, and know, I find
Large amounts of beauty in you
I could sit with you and die. 
As we all do now, sad and alone, yet 
As soon as proximity is reached
Between us, dying becomes more.  
It becomes the tobacco between
The fire at a cigarettes tip, 
And the filter, that sweet sin 
That has so enticed you before.
However, that's just me,
As beauty is subjective.


Details | I do not know? | |

Death and Sirens

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's tragically perfect and everyone could tell.
She'd dance with a Hatred, mistaken for Passion
With smiles like Car Crashes, who would ever know?
She's fatally beautiful in every single way,
Fatally beautiful, but toxic to the touch,
But the face of Beauty is only skin deep,
And her beauty is only as deep as her deepest cut.

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's the stars in the sky and everyone could tell,
She'd love with a Fury, mistaken for Devotion
With smiles like Fireworks, who would ever know?
She's gracefully innocent in every single way,
Gracefully innocent, but a master of Illusion,
But the grace of Innocence is only short lived,
And her innocence is the only gift she can give

She tastes like Death and sings like Sirens.
She's heartbrokenly cynical and nobody could tell.
She'd speak with an Intelligence laced with Experience
With smiles like Thunderstorms, who would ever know?
She's masterfully disguised in every single way,
Masterfully disguised; her smile, her most famous piece,
But the mastery of disguise is a means for her to hide,
In the case of Death and Sirens, it's her only release.


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Beauty

1
Beauty holds meaning too many.
There is beauty in all.
Beauty is captured by eyes.
Love is true beauty forever.
Bonding two in glorious bliss,
Love is captured by the heart.
Enriched by the spirit,
Held in sync by touching,
2
Nature’s beauty is in all seen.
Embodiment, collectively,
In all stages of structure
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Amazing venues of events,
Each with beauty their own,
Empowering the next
Phase of magnetism.
3
What and who knows real true beauty.
Beauty to one is another’s,
Ugliness they cannot stand.
Eyes to eyes make a connection.
Heart to heart a bond forever
Mind to mind develops goal
Beauty of the soul guides
All couples, so serene.


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Colorblind

Little white lies.
I told them in the dark,
so you’d miss out on their color,
until we made a spark.
Getting caught red handed,
Always held my mind.
So keeping truths beneath the rug,
I closed all the blinds. 
I was feeling awfully blue one year,
Almost too much to live on,
But I could not let that slip,
So I reached up and grabbed the sun.
Envy once almost overcame me,
And I was grassy green,
But by this time you had your beliefs,
So I slipped it by unseen.
But not once did you ask me,
For just the truth, no lies. 
So I kept you in the dark my dear,
And made you colorblind. 


Details | I do not know? | |

anymore

i’ve got faith,

can’t be a liar anymore

i’ve got broken wings,

can’t fly anymore

i’m completely lost,

can’t stand to look anymore

i'm starving to death,

can't eat anymore

i’m a considerate man,

not going to find reason anymore

i’ve got great imagination,

not going to pretend anymore

i’m afraid of confrontation,

no reason to question anymore

i’m at the edge,

can’t walk anymore

i’m stuck,

can’t cry anymore

i’m a lion,

not going to hunt anymore

i’m a fighter,

don’t know if i can surrender anymore

i’m not myself,

who am i anymore

i’m a liar with faith,

i'm going to love a little more


Details | Romanticism | |

Tattooed

While no colors
Tinge over my skin
Your sepia eyes
Ink tattooed
Upon my spirit
Under sleeve…

A beauty so steadfast
Breathless
Innocence awash
Across heavy riptides
Dancing within
Truculent waves

Bartering dawn for dusk
Warmth for solitude
Aching to hold that gaze
Only momentarily
Touching a delicate taste
Of fiery gossamer 

No ink stains
Illustrating you and I
Only beauty of yesterday
Ever imprinted
On who I once was
Tattooed…


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Beauty Unveiled

So closed...
  the budding begins..
      ....a tightly fisted hand, 
           unwilling to show the beauty within
             she waits 
               keeping her secrets,
                    protecting the places near her heart
                      her beauty within
       so fragile, with tender fear
        shyly, slowly, with bashful grace,
          knowing that such beauty
           once revealed
            no longer holds the mystery, 
               though revered and admired
                 her glory soon to fade
                   too soon will face the sun
                      and one by one,
                        each petal will fade
                           wither 
                             turn brown
                               crumble,  turn to dust
                                 and fly away in the wind*       *  *
                                                                        *
                                                                             *


Details | I do not know? | |

At dusk

Class assignment: Read only the first verse of Easter 1916 by Yeats, then write a continuation (without looking up the original).

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

I wandered a while, bereft of thought
Through the spaces and crowds,
In all that passed around me naught
But a single whispering voice.
“Where are you walking toward?”
The windless mist grew heavy;
Within the smiling, striding horde
I smiled, directionless.
The sun was set, and in its wake
Stand wandering shadows, transfixed
I could see only what I could make
Of guts spilled on trampled bricks.
“Oh, where are you going?” I asked
From the mist there was no answer.
No time, then, to mourn what is past
A terrible beauty is born.


Details | Lyric | |

Scarred Hearts

I sit and I think of you, eyes welling with tears
As I flood with thoughts of you I feel remorse

You don't understand, never will
It’s not your scars I see, but your heart,
Your radiant soul and that eternal glow of your flesh

I cry not over you but for you, for the loss
You lost your belief in yourself so long ago

You believe that you are a scarred entity 
This isn't true, you are beauty incarnate
It’s not your flesh but your mind and heart

I see those wounds of yours, though
They're always present in your mind

You can’t understand my gaze
My belief in your beauty and grace
You never will allow me to love you

I watch, I wait and I am glad I see your happiness
I know I have now lost my chance to be the one,
The one that holds your heart in his hands, 
Protected from all pain and anguish

But I take heart, you are in my life once more
In my words and in my thoughts... Happy once again.
I hope and I pray never to lose you again
To have lost you from my life would be a crime

I hope you never read this, 
or if you do that you cannot believe it’s you I write about
I believe this would hurt you more to read

One day, maybe you will let me hold you again…


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Blind Walkers

With so many in this world who fail to live 
Passing through seasonal beauty unaware

Never beholding the beauty of springs birth
Unaware of the blooms and blossoms

They cannot hear the cresting wave crash
Or see their faces mirrored on winter ponds

The scent of summer love is an alien mist
Carrying on the breeze of evening fields

They are deaf to the songbirds serenading
And are blind to the gold decorating autumn

Never experiencing the peace of pine forests
Nor respecting the mountain thunderstorms

Eyes opened they are still bind to natures beauty
From her all life springs eternal… experience her

While the moment lasts…


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In searching

Within a world, to live and not exist
a whirlwind through the days in careless haste;
in beauty seek the moments, not to waste
but single one in glory sadly missed.
In searching comfort, solitude was kissed
and sunlight from beyond these walls I faced;
the strongest tie, another touch replaced,
immediacy I could not resist.

Rewind, rewind what lives behind the eyes
to hold back all the forces living here
and recognize this beauty unsurpassed.
Within this world, to live without disguise
is to embrace, and then abandon fear;
remind, remind – one love can ever last.


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful

Breathing in the
 fresh air
Easy to see beauty 
everywhere
Always available to
 one and all
Under the flower and up to 
tree tall
The wonders of Nature
 showing off
Is nothing to take lightly 
or to scoff
For with all the beauty Mother Nature 
bestows
Under the rainbows when the 
rain flows
Lately I’ve had this beauty 
within my view
This beauty resides 
within you


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Nature (In All Her Flavour)

 Nature (In All Her Flavour)
   
 
  Nature
(In all her flavour) 
Silently speaks
through her radiant beauty

She greets each day with a sense of duty
Rising over the horizon
The sun slowly awakes
O'er the unfettered waters
Singing in Each day with new psalters.

Nature
(In all her flavour) 
Silently speaks
through her radiant beauty

The Landscape Framed by
Green Pine and Fur Trees
Sights and Sounds of the seagulls 
In their home. 
The banging of the water on the shores
Sights of the sea white water
as it fiercely rolls in. 

Nature
(In all her flavour) 
Silently speaks
through her radiant beauty 

The white sands
through my toes
The wind in my hair
The fresh sea air

Nature
(In all her flavour) 
Silently speaks
through her radiant beauty 

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2005 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


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' Dissertation On Beauty ... '

If Aiming For Beauty
Pretty, Is Nice
But Plain Vanity
Is A Venal-Vice

Inner Beauty:  Is A Necessity
Outer Beauty:  (Maybe) Superficiality
Outer Beauty:  May Impress Memory
But Inner Beauty:  Lasts An Eternity

Now, As A Teen
I Did Preen
 Too Much Esteem
 Oldest, Sister Seen …

So, As A Teen, I Was Told
Advice To Shape- Mold
Words:  Worthy-Gold
Listen:    Behold …

“You Are Pretty, Yes It’s True
But Just Wait A Minute or Maybe Two
All In Time and Life’s View
Will Come Someone … Prettier Than You

So, Don’t Be A Victim-in-Error
Like The Queen, due to Snow White and A Mirror
Of Course, There’ll Be Somebody Fairer
So, Don’t Be A Silly-Comparer …

… ‘Cause, The Prettiest Person
Is Ugly To Someone
And The Ugliest Person
Looks Good To Somebody, Hon …

Lovely, Is As Lovely Do …
Be A Portrait and Not Just Surface-Cute
Be A Shame, If Someone Spends Time With You
And Sees, Ain’t Nothing Else, Or Nothin’ New

‘Cause I’ve Seen People
Who Were ‘Knock-Outs’ ! …
That is, Until
They Opened Their Mouths

And Revealed Hostility
In Hearts
Made Attraction-Desirability
… Depart

See:  Mean and Envy
And A Barb-Wire Tongue
And Harm and Dumb …
Starts When Young

So, Strive To Be Kind
A Gentle Heart-Smile
Clean and Sweet
And Your Own-Love-Style

… Also Godly Fear
And Inner Beauty Will Appear
Your Outer Beauty Will Be Clear …”
… My Stunning Sister, I Still Hear …

“Beauty … Is In The Eye Of The Beholder”
Especially True … As We Grow Older


(I'm Remembering Jenny ... I'm Remembering)


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Real Beauty

My name isn't Barbie
I'll never be 
A supermodel
No 18 inch waist
Like Scarlet O'Hara
Skin not flawless
Many imperfections
Yet, I carry myself
As if I possess these
Traits that supposedly
Define what real beauty is

Real beauty isn't
Discovered in magazines
It isn't strutting on
The catwalk either
Beauty has no age
Beauty is not defined
By the size of a woman's
Body or chest

Real beauty isn't
Achieved through 
Starvation or from
Binging and purging
Only temporary
Beauty will result
From things that
Damage the body 
And the soul
It will never last

Beauty lies inside
Every woman
She just needs 
To learn how to
Set it free
The key to 
Unveiling 
Your own beauty
Is from learning 
How to harness your
Own unique attributes
To hypnotize all 

While physical
Attributes can
Make a woman
Appear beautiful
It is the beauty
That exists inside
Her that will 
Last forever
A loving and
Giving heart
Are the most
Beautiful 
Qualities
That a woman 
Can possess
Women need to
Love themselves
Shunning the lies
And preconceived 
Notions that the
Media portrays
To women everywhere
That beauty is defined
By a set of standards


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The Beauty In You

I seen the beauty within you
you unfurled it and let it flew

touching all each passing day
heart of gold when it came to a childs play

god sent down his special angels
and saving that dance to a heavenly tango

guess God needed you more then I
but do not fret sis for my heart now sighs

just knowing your with our family above
someday we'll rejoice on the wings of a dove

for the wolf and shepherd may cross my path
but it is I that shall have its last laugh

for one can not take away those loving years
even if I'm the one left standing alone in tears

for time we shared together was given few
I was honored to see the inner beauty in you

your loving daughter and son will be alright
as they look upon the land and see the stars shine so bright

so as you travel above the high drifted planes
Ill be waiting for god to someday explain

How can one so young and free
Be taken away from somebody like me

but I will be thankful for having a sister like you
who shared her passion and beauty for life and for all she knew





In Loving Memory Of My Sister 
Phyllis  {1951 -  2009 }
                   RIP


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Have You Ever Really Looked?

Have you ever really looked…
at your lover’s face?
I have and was pleasantly surprised.
She truly remains a beauty, as I’ve always said,
because of the beauty in her eyes.

Have you ever really looked…
at nature and its grace?
The beauty of the world can’t be believed
until you give it a try and look with your heart
it’s beauty just can’t be conceived.

Have you ever really looked…
Or thought of what is truly above?
I have and this is what I found,
that He inspires love, all beauty and grace
and without, the world would just be round.


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I Knew A Woman

She moves in circles and those circles move
Roethke, such a rake
To make lofty such tales of bed(lam) and sin
And cheek(y) to cheek sang the
Greeks
But then there is beauty in the sway and curve of
Woman
Woman who woos and sighs and breathes in the shallow 
Wanton way of a born again porn star, twinkle, twinkle little
Star
And still you wonder where you are
You are what you eat
You are at Burger King
But then you are an International (Porn) Super
Star (you to the power of twenty-four)
And still you wonder where you are
You are on the dirty-eight
You are on the corner of Van Ness and Eddy
You are a 
Star
I wish I may I wish I might
Know why ice cream is better than conversation
Why being bored means you are
Boring
Boring
Boring me to death 
Here in Dante’s Inferno, except it is cold
Here in Purgatory, except I am still
Sin
Roethke, such a rake
To make lofty such tales of bed(lam) and 
Sin
And cheek(y) to cheek sang the
Greeks
But then there is beauty in the sway and curve of
Woman
She moved in circles and those circles moved



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Love Black and White

One’s black
One’s white
The world doesn’t understand
The love they share
Or the reasons why they love who they do
Only love isn’t nor should it be as simple
As the colors of a misguided world
Love is a tangled web of mangled art
The Picasso of human emotions
The beauty of existing in a world of circumstance
The mixing of the races began with the mixing of the worlds
 So many are upset by it, that they only want to judge
Don’t judge color or the one’s who love
Judge yourself and figure out what you’re afraid of
If you’re one of those who are visually challenged
Unable to see the beauty of being color-blind
Welcome to the new world
Where interracial relations isn’t one of a kind
But the norm
For a diversity embracing world~


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Be the Night and Feel the Light

I look for beauty in all its forms
Seems I can not find it
But dark confiding in a heavy storm
My eyes are blinded
My breath will compliment the sounds
My heart has found it
I sigh as I hit the ground
Then I will dream about it

I look for fear to return my strength
I need to know I’m here
Force it into my arm’s length
Its hate will try to steer
 It seems that I cannot leave
I hold it far too dear
My heart then starts to bleed
It seems I found my fear

She dies every time I look
My belief is testing
My spirit thrown in the muck
Now my mind is resting
I cry as I read my book
My past is urging
I die as my soul is shook
Now this life’s converging

Drug me and contort my mind
I let the storm become me
I dance as I hear the rain
My soul is so free
Dark light and a force unkind
I am what’s trapped within me
I reap as I feel no pain
But I can no longer breathe

Rain fades and storms must end
It seems I could not know this
I smile whilst I must defend
Lies are fought with days kiss
Beauty is within white light
My nights have gone without this
I fall as I cannot fight
My sigh has now become bliss

I look for beauty in the ways I know
I see that I believe this
Experience and the light will show
I can only cry within bliss
This dream is a test on faith
You must find this within you
I saw and I have become
I can only feel truth


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Who Lied To You?

Girl, Who lied to you?
Who told you that being you just won't do?
Who told you that your flabby thighs and your big brown eyes were uncouth?
Who told you that you weren't pretty enough and that your skin was just too rough?
And I want to know who broke your spirit within, never to dream again...
to live again, to just be...

Where is the sparkle that burned like stars in the sky in your pretty brown eyes?
What about your sashay and sway, was it also taken away?
What about that gorgeous smile that one could see from a mile....
Away--it all disappeared day by day.

You see at first it was an internal decay...
Your joy, your praise, your graciousness, your faith..
Your gratitude was replaced by an attitude toward them, her and him..
What used to shine like a gem has now become dim.

And as your spirit became corrupt, volcanic lava began to erupt...
From the depths of your soul, into you...the natural you.

And now you want to be "Barbie".
Confined to this image propagated everyday 
that constantly reminds you that being you ain't okay
"Watch those carbs!"
"Too much fat!"
"Count those calories!"
"You can't eat that!"

And now your mind is preoccupied with looking like "Miss Thing,"
That vision, hope, and destiny have no room to make you dream.
Not worrying about your future, or what legacy you'll leave...
Not worrying about the up and coming generation of women that will be left to 
grieve...
Your loss..
But then have to pay the cost of your neglect and disrespect of yourself and others
Girls, Women, Mothers..

You're too busy trying to find "Mr. Right" when you should be finding you...
The you that lies inside the truth.
You see, your beauty is not limited to what lies on the surface but rather the spirit
that dwells within..
Your beauty is found in balance...
Your beauty is expressed through creativity...
Being you, Not being me, she or he...
He created you to be...
Creative, unique, purpose driven, free...
To give life, not cause strife...

Who Lied To You?

Poverty, Racism, Classism, Low and even No Self Esteem,
Ignorance, Your Past, and even Your Present Lied to You.

But don't be shaken, for you have now be awakened to the lies of your youth...
that been dispelled by the truth...
That is the proof...
That your beauty just like mine...
Has now been DISCOVERED!


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Spring

The snow is melting on the ground and winters chill is past.
The trees are coming back to life!The sky? still overcast!

The animals are stirring from their Winter's tranquil rest,
The birds are hidden-still (poor things) but soon they'll build a nest.

The lakes have lost their frozen caps, (the streams and rivers, too)
And soon I'll look up to the sky and see it's brilliant blue.

And as I step upon the ground with it's coat so very cold,
I stop to ponder on my walk, why Winter should be so bold.

I think about our Spring (now due) and hope its beauty is nigh,
For when our winter sheds it's coat the earth will soon be dry,

For when our winter sheds it's coat it's beauty makes me sigh.