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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Acrostic | |

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
                 
   


Details | Rhyme | |

Time

What is this unseen power
It changes all that exists into dust
It shapes our lives and our landscapes
It sculpts and changes us.

What is this unseen power
That rules the world of men
That heals and teaches and equalizes
That triumphs again and again?

Time is that great master
Of power and wisdom and grace
Which by doing nothing but passing
Leaves its mark on every place.

Time...yes you can waste it,
But be aware when you do
Time will return the favor my friend
And eventually start wasting you.


Details | Free verse | |

The Circles

Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!

Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.

Waiting for the light in the window 
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness

Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
Frustrated vision!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!

A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
Surprised eyes! 
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body 
He wants to know something!

A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle, 
Illusive vision!
History of third world is awaken on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!

The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance...Near...in front the room... 
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless! 

Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Free verse | |

A Collapsing Yippie

It seems like everybody around me has forgotten,
they're stuck on a thought again,
saying alot and whining more.
Preying on their own self-doubts,
they have so much,
yet see so little.
so stubborn.
Can't they see that 64 inch TV,
or feel the beating of the jets in their hot tub ?
They measure their lives too much,
they have fallen into the "Great American Dream Sham"
as my friend "Chad Williams Lowther" would say !
Its a ruse,
an antidote,
so they can make changes in their lives which they normally wouldn't do,
because they lack the strength and insight,
so they get stuck in their minds.
Wheels spin,
tears fall,
marriages crumble
and the damn kids are really suffering,
cause they don't have the latest video gizmo box.
Thoughtless over-reactions of self- abuse,
much like an addict who is never satisfied.
"The Great American Dream Sham" sucked them in,
they forgot,
macroni and cheese,
kool-aid,
saturday morning cartoons and matinees.
All replaced by todays goals and desires,
which are masquerading as tired souls trying to find solice,
stuck in "the Great American Dream Sham"
and now saying all there is to say,
Hail, Hail to me 
and all who are free,
all who go their own way
and all who see though it !




Details | Rhyme | |

Spill Ink

Spill Ink—the poets’ timeless warp and woof;
Signifies our mantra beyond reproof;
Late at night as poets struggles to write;
Our Muse enchants poets to such delight;
Poets seeks tone and tenor for a splash,
And images and nuance for a dash.
"Spill Ink!” Poets cry seeking perfection!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (October 18, 2014) 
(Rhyme Septet poetic format in Iambic Pentameter)


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow 


Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 



Details | Narrative | |

Faces Along the Way

Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day

Yet most spend just a moment
A fleeting glimpse before your eyes
They giveth not and taketh not
And cause you barely a rise

And some stay just a moment
Earning a thought upon your mind
Triggers for countless memories
These are the most common kind

And fewer still stay even longer
And commune with you a while
Leaving behind dearest memoirs
Of sweet tears or a special smile

And rarer still those faces grand
Building mansions in your soul
These are the faces of a lifetime
Whose virtue you do extol

And know that you simply are
A feature filled soiree
A portrait in collage 
Of the faces along the way


Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


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 | Free verse | |

In Perfect Equilibrium: A collaboration with nikko palmario

    An inner earthquake rattles him again
    as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
    Can he too, hide his halo as such?
    Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
    wishing he could take it off
    He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?

Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?

    The darkness is more reassuring
    than he could have ever imagined-
    something to truly weigh his goodness against,
    in a finely-tuned balancing act.
    And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
    he too possesses a true north within.

Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water,
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness.
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.

    The rooster crows for the third time,
    so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
    emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
    Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
    Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
    yet Light also takes over that darkness.

With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
__________________________________________


    Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
    even though these two are on different paths,
    they had both achieved a similar transformation,
    as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
    Not any longer.
    And how their auras shone
    ....in perfect equilibrium.







*nikko palmario wrote stanzas: 1, 4, 5
I(Chris D. Aechtner)wrote stanzas: 2, 3, 6
We both wrote stanza #7

Opposites: Angels and Daemons/Sunrise and Sunset


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 | Shape | |

Poets

I am able to move one’s spirit to the pinnacle of joy or drive it to depths of despair.
Not a chore to evoke passionate emotion--convey love, hate, life, and death.
Within those four small words lies our meek human existence all told.
To omnipresent Alpha and Omega, of what core lies between?
Now I sit with pen in hand to ponder many words of wit.
Gift to paint, not I, yet may cast an image to mind.
Bright lavender fields coax the amorous duo
to mingle with its deep, heady scent.
Amidst wet sewage soaked dirt
a filthy small child lays
weeping for mother
a bloody heap
close by.
See?
My!
The glee
holding words
Make them express.
Giving wide literate detail.
Understand to hold a soft heart.
Else never will you touch one’s soul.
So this is merely the lone reason I compose.
Excitement and warm sympathy and fiery passion,
within many a sorrow and tears and friendly persuasion,
in absolute care I do write and lay my psyche upon each page,
then wonder at length the primary purpose of such artistic endeavors.
Who among the world’s populace might gain an insight from what I scribe?
Does this really matter at all; since rarely, if ever, is it what one says… but how.


Details | Cowboy | |

Intelligent Design

You think you’re alone out on the range
Sittin’ silent under starry sky,
Just a marvelin’ at the universe
And wonderin’ ‘bout that ol’ question: why?

You shake your head at worlds of worry,
Knowin’ it ain’t often that you’ll find,
All the answers to your queries
Beneath the clear black sky and pine.

You wonder if we rose up from mud
And walked straight and tall upon this earth—
Or was it all created in a moment—
A conception that gave us true birth.

Are we all no more than those monkeys
Evolvin’ slowly down life’s long line?
Or is there more to earth and heaven
Touched by something truly sublime?

We keep on punchin’ clocks and cattle
And tryin’ to get through each new morn—
But is there more to life than dyin’
And will we somehow be reborn?

All the cattle know my hard proddin’
As I lead them along time’s sad way—
We live for but a flashin’ moment,
As we watch life go by in one short day. 

So make the best of trails you ride, cowboy—
Each tomorrow is both yours and mine—
And gaze long at stars in that vast sky
Placed there by intelligent design.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Guitar

My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love

My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances

My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored

My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang

The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards

Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps


Details | Bio | |

Unwritten Conversations

He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with 
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says, 
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out

                “Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
                                 “Everything is beautiful, baby…”
                 “But what is beautiful to you?”

Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows, 
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything. 
Everything is beautiful. 

                      “Just write about that then..”
                                 "Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
                                  live it out.."
                      "What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies 
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and 
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
                                "Mmm, I suppose."
                        "What's real poetry to you?" 
                                 "Everything..."
                         "I don't understand."

I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent

                                     "This, baby, This is real Poetry.."









 



Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Stork - Iambic pentameter -

The Stork

The ship arrived surrounded by the dew,
his past she carried on her seaward tracks,
across-the-board, the skyline turned up dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.

(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)

A clever stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazed for the sunken to discern,
while apt, the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the coloring of nightly soot.

The dusk abraded, then, the ship's details,
the numbness of the gray was still; she stared
as his persistent, learning eyes had paired
with mind's perseverance, head-ropes and brails.

The boats quizzical, around him tripp'd,
loose wooden cradle-coffins-like, astray,
companions lost beyond the clouds' array,
as signalizing waves, on moorings whipp'd.

( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk upon the blue,
like then, the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird-story cares.

And then they fled to skies - two passing glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- pure emeralds the shoreline-noon bestows. )

What foolishness of storks invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in his darkened phase,
meanwhile three smoking ebon-funnels praise
our wraiths' long flight on everlasting trip?

© 09/25/2012, All rights reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)

The poem has never entered a contest before.

Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name: One of your best 


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Free verse | |

Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws


Details | Rhyme | |

Every Time We Fall

Every time we fall we lose a bit of  are selfs.
Untill hollow becomes the heart.
bare as a vacant stores shelves.

The dreamer finds solice in every new face.
That new love's illusion.
Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that 
once passionet embrace.

Can the bitter heart find a reason to try?
Skipping stones alone across dark water.
We keep setting are selves  up without 
a single question as to why.

A room smoke filled yet every thing shows 
clear.
Sometimes  we play the cards.
And hold the best one aside in fear.

As vast as the ocean  from its shores 
the  the innocent crawl.
Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion.
Every time we fall.


Details | Free verse | |

Questions

Who is more righteous,
The pious man who watches in awe,
Or the faithless man saving those in the blaze?

Who is stronger,
The man who lifts a ton with one arm,
Or the mother of four on her own?

Who has lost more,
The man who has lost his money,
Or the man who has lost his love?

Who is weaker,
The man who can't fight back,
Or the man who won't fight for him?

Who Is more savage,
The man who doesn't know right from wrong,
Or the man who doesn't care?

Who is wiser,
The man who has the answers,
Or the man who asks the questions?


Details | Rhyme | |

Balance on the Vortex

Upon the nuclear metropolis, 
the very navel of the soul;
there lies the balance between what exists
outside the axis of control.

An understanding that transcends
between the virtues and the flaws
combined, condensed at either end 
with all the weight that each have wrought

A pivot between Time and Change
on coiled point beneath the plane 
where Chance and Choice are both arranged
and mingled products are contained.

The vortex draws a Life in steady grade
with every trial and result.
The constant whorl becomes crusade
and when it's balanced naught can halt.

The plane may teeter, it may shift
and alter rhythmic atmospheres 
and life might stall upon the pith
or race the corkscrew track of years. 

And in the helix of maturity
once equilibrium has been engaged 
the spiral spin up through eternity
can not be ceased by fragile age.

With poise maintained when crisis knocks
and accord within every spiral breath;
a balance is redeemed when scales might rock
between the points of Life and Death.


Details | Quatrain | |

My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lucifer's Laments

"Lucifer's Laments" By M. Taha Effendi (Dramatic Monologue) Do You not see, Almighty God, How Your order man defied? So base, so vile, so gravely flawed, Yet so consumed by pride! He broke all sacred codes though warned, He dared to pay no heed, He mocked Your words, Your gifts he scorned, He breached what You decreed, Beyond the holy saint's facade, There hides a worthless cheat, A savage beast, a thief, a fraud, The master of deceit, Too weak to tame his lust and greed, To feel remorse, too vain, Power, wealth his only creed, And Your worship he disdains, He quenched his thirst with blood he spilled, In countless wars he waged, Centuries wore on. Millions killed, Civilizations laid to waste, But he prides this life of sin and crime, As he leads himself astray! His humanity lost in his race with time, And by the error of his way, Why then My Lord was I expelled? Was mine a darker sin? I am the angel that rebelled, But is not man my evil twin? To salve his conscience, me he blames, When he himself is full of vice, While in his heart surely he shames, To have staged his own demise, It is a myth his vice I feed, He writes himself his fate, Man: A far more disgusting breed, Not merely my incarnate! (Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2011)


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


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I Walk Alone

Here, as I wander
Many roads, many paths
All one shall see
Is I walk alone

She appeared, like a dream
Like the mist of night
Or the fog of morning light
But I swear she was there

I reached to touch
The sweet taste of what was
I longed for the past
Yesterday, when dreams were dreams

I could smell the fragrance
The smell of morning lily’s
One could taste even the air
And feel the suns grasp of the day 

Such desires burn deep
Within our souls, should one believe
Or so I have been told
As a withering candle, my desires have faded

Tears, oh the tears have faded
The heart grows, only in  the desires for thing past
And yet the heart, sands of time, becomes a desert
The music still plays, and I still walk

alone


Details | Free verse | |

Interalphabetnet sex stew



Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
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pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie meme.com/me in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.



Details | Rhyme | |

My Purse

If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.

A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.

I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.

Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.

As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble


Details | Kimo | |

The Last Poet

You'll know when you have destroyed a culture,

                
                                         When you have slain their last poet....

 
                                                                                  And forgotten his words!

 

                                                                                  Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Bio | |

Like A Phoenix

Fallen                                        home...
          star                         way
                  working    my








*I wrote this a few years ago, after reading the great Ernest Hemingway's famous 6 word 
bio...these 6 little words have much inner/hidden meaning for me. :)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Glutton

This's the world of dreams  and 
reveries
Where I think ev'ry that reels,
After a thousands times,
would as same beliefs things 
besought me,
Is it a mere dream? 


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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 | Kimo | |

Evil

Evil is a spiritual maggot,

                             That devours the heart and mind...

                                                                       Leaving the soul to rot.



                                                                        Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Free verse | |

Perception

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.

Thus,  however harsh,
"Perception is reality."


Details | Quatrain | |

Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


Details | Personification | |

BALM FOR THE SOUL

I reached out for you once again
after eons of pretence, snobbish disregard 
and plain neglect.
Yes I reached out, not with strong steady arms 
that usually attend others
but with emasculated courage and battered pride.
Yes indeed I sought  you.

I summoned you dear one
from the far far seas where to sail I had cast you
and had briskly walked away
to find solace in another's arms.
So now I sought a vantage point
from whence I could peer
into the darkening horizon
to see your approaching mast.
Yes I did indeed summon you, indeed I did.

Yes I called out for you 
to attend me from the depths I had banished you
when life to me had smiled like the morning dew.
Yes indeed I called you,
to serve me in rhythm and imagery
to fill my plate with tone and hue
and soothe me with your rhyms in rhythm.
Yes call you I did, I really did.

So now I lie in the warmth of your words
like a lover cuddled in embrace
as you stroke my erstwhile desolate state
with the stroke of your flowing stanza's
and my heart you've now lulled to a soothing calm
with the rhythm of your crafted lines.
Yes indeed I reached out for you, 
for I missed you.


Details | Couplet | |

Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

5/14/2012
deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Verse | |

Vitrine-mannequin on a Winter night


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 and cloudy night.

Behind the glass, a still and standing shadow
abates his hopes (the 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!...

© 11-16-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Allegory-Humor)
Hellenic Quintain!
(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.)


Details | Blank verse | |

Tender Child

        
A very tender child, aware, knowing 
Lives in your consciousness
On your lips, in your heart,
Part of you in every way
Waiting, waiting patiently 
To be free, the right combinations
Sequence that every locked door knows
ciphering a message as complex
completing the DNA sequence
and replicate! Do you not know!                                                                                 Replicate, ciphering to transform, to live
becoming alive again and again
old as the ageless mystery of the bells
ringing and singing the song of life
The waiting heart stitches the words
in some special sacramental order
known only to those who wish to know
And when the last bell is struck
They are no longer words
but alive and in becoming alive
they simply spread their wings
and fly away


Details | Rhyme | |

Angel Dust

The dewy morning’s pink dawn
When the doe with her new born fawn
Steps out of the glen
Dancing to the song of the wren
Then angel dust is seen

When the baby girl in her sweet sleep
Smiles with pretty dimples so deep
Fills tenderness in the mother’s eyes
As she wistfully looks at the skies
Then angel dust is seen

When the old lady around the corner
Warms her hands on the tin burner
And a passerby around her gently places
A warm shawl with soft laces
Then angel dust is seen

When life becomes hard and dark
There are no new songs from the lark
Trials and heartbreak knock at the door
And every day is a heavy chore
Then angel dust is seen

It whispers softly with the breeze
And settles on those weak and dry trees
Magic gently plays on the heart strings
A harbinger of gentle springs
Angel dust is seen

09/10/12
By- Tahera Mannan



Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Free verse | |

Empty Nourishment

A porcelain bowl upon the table
waits, in colored beauty,
as a stomach sits to gnaw
upon its filigreed edge,
where an artist once painted
pastel fruit, so delectably.

Emerald vines,
sweeping across delicate expanse,
textured in their stillness,
inviting one's imagination
to simply taste.

But what good is such vision,
when it fills naught but eyes
and lungs, with artful sigh? 
While its emptiness is swallowed whole,
to dwell, in unsatisfied depths.

If artists truly starved,
would they paint only ugliness?
Could hunger ever really appreciate
such decadent beauty,
without considering its waste?

And still the bowl awaits
upon life's table,
as many different hands
span its crafted rim,
in search of individual
fulfillment...


Details | Ballade | |

I'll only write the truth

I’ll only write the truth

I have always wrote my poems
To please the eyes of others
I’ve wrote those songs of nature
I have wrote about my lover
I have always wanted comments
So I’d write words oh so sweet
But this is only half of me
And I want to be complete.

So now I write only the truth
And how I really feel
It’s all that now shall come from me
I’ll show folk what is real
I’ll write on my philosophy
And really give folk me
Unless the truth is spoken
How can a man be free.

I see the writings on this site
About religions, and beliefs
And I feel that I must do the same
Even though I bring on grief
I’ll miss out on the comments
But do I really care?
For I am here, to speak the truth
A thing that’s very rare.

12 January 2014 @ 0625hrs


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Ballade | |

Does it really matter

Does it really matter?

Does it really matter?
What you’ve done, or what you’ve been
Or whether you be special
{Whatever that word means}
Whether you see one hundred
Or live for an hour or so
One day the ‘Reaper’ he will come
And off with him you’ll go.

Does it really matter?
Whether you be Prince, or king
Millionaire or pauper
It doesn’t mean a thing
He’ll have no sympathy for you
That one who’s dressed in black
One day it will be time for you
To make that final act

Does it really matter?
That each must turn to dust
This be the way it’s always been
So in it you must trust
Relax and let the river flow
Then what will be, will be
You’re born alone, you’ll die alone
This be how things must be.

Written in 2004


Details | Couplet | |

Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


Details | Rhyme | |

No Set Future

As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.

My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.

At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.

The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.

I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.

Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.


Details | Free verse | |

love about me

people think i'm peculiar
to have think outside the box
to have act not like anyone else
to have a though heart

but they just don't know who i am
for i have a sensitive heart
i cried easily and fragile
but everybody has a flaw

sometimes I cried when I can decide things
sometimes I lost and don't know where to go
can find a life goal up until now
and again, everybody has a flaw

I like happiness
laughing with everybody
sharing stories and telling jokes
making this world a stage of comedy

i filled my life with dreams and hopes
looking for ways to brighten people's life
keeping faith though sometimes faded
but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling

i like the philosophy about love
seeing peaceful energy that emerges
someday i wished i could be among them
who fight in the name of love

a visionary
a dreamer
an artist
a coward
a clown
a lover
a fighter
what i love about me.


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Details | Free verse | |

Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


Details | Epigram | |

A PLACID LAKE

A PLACID LAKE


Lord,
My whole being a placid
Lake,
Expecting Thy holy visage to be
Reflected upon 
For 
Its waters to be sanctified
And  
I-once more-to be born!
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
       15 JUNE 2013 


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


Details | Free verse | |

The Fraud

a hallway.  offices.  tinted sunlight.  
people who have forgotten my name.  
but i am here.  
and then a room.  and a meeting.  
and i am unprepared.  
“you’re up”  says the leader.  
and my lungs fill with heaviness as they all turn towards me.  
my mind screams.  
my throat locks.  

and then a word fights through the scream.  
and i breathe.  and find a voice.  
and then another word.  
and a thought.  
then relevance.  
i am moving.  
and eyes do not wander.  
but the scream fights on:  
they will find out.  

i was connected at one time.  
so the scream would fade.   
but not now.  
these many years later.  
“we could use you again,”  
he had said.  
and i had relented.  
but why?  boredom?  faith?  
the scream of fear vs. the scream of isolation?  
or a familiar voice dragging me back from madness.  
“what have you been up to?”  
he had asked.  
and i had lied.  
and now my mind all scrambled between work and stupor.   

“what on EARTH are you talking about?!” 
demands the one who should have taken over for me.  
and the throat locks again.  
and the scream rises up.  
and he knows it.  
but sympathy has no place here.  
so i struggle with the scream. 
and find the words to hide the Fraud  
as he shakes his head in disgust.   

and i remember why i left.  
so i wade in the scream until i am done and take my seat.  
and the scream that never dies whispers, “what else is there?”      


Details | Epigram | |

MAN

MAN 


Man:
A battlefield of,
The brute and the divine is,
The eternal and the temporal,
The vulgar and the sublime, 
The glorious and the heinous,
The blasphemous and the sanctified, 
Thus in,
His heart
His mind and 
His soul
The adversaries in perpetual
Combat remain  
And
Pending on the winner, 
A demon, Man turns out to be, 
Or 
He becomes a saint! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
      09 MAY 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Isolation Keeps

Along roads where mistral sweeps
Loneliness within ambles on
Every other step falling, keeps isolation
While, happiness continues out of sync


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


Details | Rhyme | |

Choose to be

Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012.
by : sashi.prabhu

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long, In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along. But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent, nor Cry or weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits, To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots. On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve, My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve. Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter, My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter. Have changed myself like the astute breeze, Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease. Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say, Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”. I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay, My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay. Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth, I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth…………. I am not what happens to me I am what I choose to be… I am me……… M FOR ME
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)


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Sgt Griffin

A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although

It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's

That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all

And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me

So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so

We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause

The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me


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Thinking Myself Unborn

Thinking myself unborn
                       I can’t help
Wondering what the
                       State of non-being
Must be like
                       If opposites attract
And that’s a
                       Naturally occurring fact
Then perhaps it
                       Stands to reason
Darkness is out
                       Of season when
Light comes pouring
                       In like sweet
Summer shower rains
                       But not if
Existence doesn’t matter
                       And all is
Nothing more important
                       Than the unborn
Dreams of many 
                       Not yet shattered
Such as the 
                       Un-poetic poetry posing
Like masquerading mannequins 
                       In storefront windows
And songs unsung
                       By the old
Masters who were
                       Never allowed to
Create something new
                       Because they too
Were left unborn
                       And every breath 
They never breathed 
                       Is still waiting 
Patiently for them
                       In the airy
Skies where birds
                       Nest and fly
And the leaves
                       Bend and bow
Knowing strangely somehow
                       They’re not alone
And when fall
                       Comes calling them
Back once more
                       To the ground
Whence they came
                       They never complain
No need to
                       Explain to them
The reason for
                       Their own mortal 
Worth which is
                       Nothing less than
Their miraculous living
                       Dying and gratifying
Moment of pure
                       Unimaginably timeless un-birth. 

 


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I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

                                         with .........  wholesome cleansing 

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


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Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


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Submerged Cathedral

Sickle moon gray above the waves
The quiet directionless wind 
On the earth, and in the sky above 
A veil is drawn, cutting into dark spots 
Slowly round and round,  
Murals are etched into the sand  
The statue waits with eyes unblinking 
Silent wonder, solitary armless stone 
Twisted, counter-pose, forever fixed, 
Wonder, what does she see under water? 
Rusty bows and sterns, shipwrecks, 
Silvery fish fluttering in and out of hulls, a 
graveyard outside hallowed ground 

Archway, the great doors dark and closed
Murky, wet light pours in vaulted windows
Through water-worn edges of stained glass 
Seaweed tendrils curl around an altar 
Once, quiet processions marched up the aisle 
They are now only filtered ghosts, 
Murmuring, wavy impressions of what was 
Forever, the tide calls upon the great steeple 
And the lonely under-toe, 
Pulls a mote in the sand around her, 
To protect the bastion in the sea, 
Dark, lovely, lost forever to those above 


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BABY PINE

this baby pine
had two young branches 
growing entwined
I untwined the branches
set them free
now each will find 
his own sun


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Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


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Layers of the onion

Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings. 
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming 
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers 
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.


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with their eyes wide open

only foolish men
let their nation plummet, with
their eyes wide open


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Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
 
Instead, 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?


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Certifiable Kiss

I have enough time
Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime
Oh it is just like
Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life

Yeah he'll pray but maybe Hell'll hit
Faithfully turn off the safety
Baby Cupid shoots shells with hollow tips
He'll lose an eye and they'll think he's crazy so
We'll say it gave him a gift
Baby the trait of a certifiable kiss

Girl I see you have more than usual
Yeah even before you visualize the visible
With a noble temper, mature and golden in a
A higher temperature than a crucible's molten innards

But there's a secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
So girl I take offense

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-
To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

But the only one in my blood that
That doesn't shine like the sun it
It naturally has to be the one where
I refuse to call it a pun when
I call you up to call you the one, there's

A secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
Hence I take offense

Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but maybe I'll give you your credit
Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but baby I'll give you your credit


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I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


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not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate, 
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
abandoned? 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.


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Cel-Shaded Gold

I forgot how to write
My God it's not sounding right
The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page
The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name

Out of the blue you chalked me on cue
To change the hue of my attitude
You say "I'll pull it right out of you
And carry this, your arrogance
An arrow in
My vow to you"

So what do I do when I've lost my voice
And need a ploy just to prove my choice
When it's true that

That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a safe man

I don't sell my soul, although you know I'd
I'd go render my last cel-shaded gold
Through a bold
But hidden code
Where love and hate they'll mold fixated in a humble abode

You see I'm not perfect
And for sure you've heard it
Oh it's true that

That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a sane man

No I can't say I'm a safe man
So I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a sane man
So I can't say I'm a safe man


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' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


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pride

there across the wind
rides my silly pride

at times a sturdy arrow
at times a butterfly

how often i chose to follow
the path of the sturdy arrow
its landing was hard to find

however, when i chose to try
the path of the butterfly
never, was i too far behind


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Epicurus Apiculus (Conversation with Aristippus)

You must follow 
Follow whom?
One who knows!
Knows what?
The chief end of life! 
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie? 
In pleasure! 
That, may be a lie?


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Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


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The Introvert

Darling—
You strung together useless trinkets of imagination,
And pinned me up inside your head. 
With dreams that stalked me across the night,
But were too big to drag out of bed.

You clung to the savior you rashly mistook in me,
Like a lover clings to her dead.
When I never meant a single word,
Of whatever I might have said.

Verily, I wasn’t rummaging for anything at all;
I certainly wouldn’t have begun in you.
The god you saw, I have seen, as well, 
But only in the self I pursue.

And so I rose from shards of the mirror,
And snatched away from your fussy little hand.
For as I slept beside you, I slept nonetheless alone,
In a dream you could never understand.   

I never used you because you were useless,
Never belonged to you because I don’t belong.
Couldn’t fulfill my emptiness with your own,
And could only pretend for so long. 

But now I can’t gouge you out from within me,
From a place that never was there.	
From a bottomless, unquenched solitude,
In which you simply could not fare.  

What you wanted to see wasn’t in me;
I can’t give you what you think you need.    
We’re ever alone, yet we try to outnumber our loneliness,
When in turning inward, we are freed.


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the art of persuasion.

She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and 
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.

But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy 
metal 
staff
for 
balance...

after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for 
one
pathetic
soul.

The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun.  She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.

She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood.  With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.

"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"

They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all.  He 
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...

He
burst
into
flames;

then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.

She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.

The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.

"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."

She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she 
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.

The room darkened from his moonly mind.



"My dear, the other soul...is yours."


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dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand


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Fractalscope

Duality spreading through the land
Above my head; beneath my hands
The greatest darkness I’ll become
Or one to show you the brightest sun

Open my eyes unto this world
Forget the silence I had heard
Lingering on into this earth
A sense of evil without worth

Open my eye as I recall
Imagination as I fall
The pain of knowing what I was
A monster blinded by their cause

A pleasurable passion to restart
The thought of choices in my heart
Not what to follow - to agree
Instead remembering humanity

Create a universe from sand
Building foundations without my hands
Turning the darkness into light
With a simple understanding of the night

The paradoxes I can find
Knowing we’re not free will free our minds
In seeing shadows we feel the sun
Closing our eyes reveals freedom


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Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


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THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

                                  THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

In the Spring time I was blossoming,
The world was bright and new.
I learned to laugh annd cry and fight,
For what I knew was true.

That there`s a time to have your fun,
And there`s a time for work,
A time when we must learn to earn,
And value all life`s perks.

In Summer time I learned of life,
Of people and the world.
I learned that life`s a mixture,
Of experience, a whirl,

That sometimes life moves way too fast,
It should be sipped and savored,
Or else it plays out way too soon,
And loses all it`s flavor.

In Fall I learned acceptance,
That what must be will be.
It does no good to fuss and fret,
`Bout what was denied me;

For some it seems are richly blessed,
While others get the crumbs,
Who gets what is up to God,
From Whom all good things come.

Now Winter fast approaches,
And what`s important now,
Is what memories I`ll leave behind,
Who remembers me, --- and how.

                                                   Judy Ball


For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


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Young Eyes

I once knew your point of view.
Innocent and fresh.
Sweet as the mourning dew.

Time teaches lessons sometimes harder than they should be.
Sad as the old lonley man.
Who watches the young lovers so very foolish and free.

Like the seasons of spring and summer.
Along with foolish lies.
I wish you could stay eternal sweet young eyes.

Never to feel the pain or know the cold.
To experience the bitterness of time.
Or the emptyness of growing old.

But with days slowly passing even the 
greatest passion dies.
I wish you never to know the truth.
And remain forever my sweet young eyes.


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New born poem II

New born poem snowing
its flakes on my sunburnt heart.
Great expectations.


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Dreams

Imagine that you had something,
Imagine that you had.
Not knowing it would come to be,
But then you might be glad.

Yet now you think what it would do,
Yet now you wouldn't know.
Until you do you never know,
Of how you'd need to grow.

But when a dream does come by,
But when a dream might be.
You need to see what might be true,
And find reality.


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Chase A Yellow Poem

I caught 
a yellow poem 
in my hands, and 
it fluttered like a 
frighten flock of butterfly wings 

Spreading its 
yellow bright wings, 
Then gliding across 
a sea of gold, 
we landed gently 
as a ripple 
on the pond  
  
If yellow is 
the brightest color 
in the rainbow,
then, let me
chase a yellow poem
-- through your candlelight 

If we land
with both feet
on the ground,
I wonder, why  
we could not 
catch a yellow 
butterfly smile today


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Mockingbird Still Sings

Children sexually abused
Hiding secrets none accused 
Mockingbird still sings

False Charities stealing money
Laughing while nothing’s funny
Mockingbird still sings

Corporations shredding evidence
Seas of hypocrisy and decadence
Mockingbird still sings

Cheating partners losing trust
Teens pregnant from a night of lust
Mockingbird still sings

Rape victims ashamed to speak
Lives destroyed remaining meek 
Mockingbird still sings

Middle East raging in war
All for pride nothing more
Mockingbird still sings

Delicate babies addicts born
Crack whore moms selling porn
Mockingbird still sings

Gang bangers need attention
Killing for an honorable mention 
Mockingbird still sings

Fools and vengeance shall expire
For winds of change to transpire
While mockingbird still sings


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Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





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Mighty Strong Nation

Mighty strong nation 
Truth be told 
I am not sold 
On the lies that be 
I hope you take no offense to me 
Open your eyes 
The revolution will not be televised 
Open your eyes 
The revolution will not be deterred by lies
I can’t give up a little freedom for safety
That would be weakly 
That would be hasty 
Fight for the truth to be brought
To the light 
Put your fists up and fight 
It’s not about the color of your skin 
It’s about freedom in this country we live in 
To be a revolutionary 
Is to be considered a radical extremist!
Don’t get caught up in the lies 
Just open your eyes 


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FOR THE SONS OF MEN

Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home, 
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.

Hear me.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse

Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane

That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists

Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.

When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone

Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down

I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste

My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise

For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom

When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit


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VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


Details | Shape | |

A Matter of Choice

                                                                  
                                                                   LIFE
	                                           A Bland
                                                           Nothingness
                                                     Changing our Lives
                                                 We all Seek solace within 
                                           Allowing oneself to Disassociate 
                                       From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits 
                                  Discovering nothingness, is quite something
                          Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
                        Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow 
                           Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
                                   Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
                                       There is no need for fear when changing
                                             One needs to relax to keep focus
                                                  For creating a new life within 
                                                      Embraces your solace
                                                             Nothingness 
                                                                 A Bland 
                                                                    LIFE


Details | Free verse | |

At The Flower Market

At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.

The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica, 
and yet another way 
to excavate the mystery.

Nostalgic Roman nights, 
Spanish palabras, Sicilian incantations,
idyllic panoramas; promises 
enough to purchase the moon.

Such a foolish sacrifice to
fresco up for portfolios in 
sanctuaries precious 
and profane.


Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Sleep

Creeping madness
On my skin
Fits of cluttered rage
Stealing sadness
From within
Skipping forward page

Rusty hinges 
On my brain
Feathered pillow see
Slowly driving
Me insane
Broken window flee

Absent slumber
Cloudy days
Withered dreams of plight
I often wonder
How it weighs
Another sleepless night.


Details | Free verse | |

i smile now

i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head 
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming


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In The Now

Life
like
tomorrow will make the difference
while today becomes
doing and thinking and being for
life 
is not a road until
the rut is made.
Life does not become a way of
life
until tomorrows become misty
and yesterdays no longer exist.
to this moment of
life
you want to hold onto.
Life
drives you mad
the next moment of life
this too shall
pass
into now.
Now
to never have known no other time
but Now
this part of then
when is the time
Now.
Was that then Life?
existence
life 
dream
life
plan
life
eternal
life
empty
life
plain filling
life =
Silence.


Details | I do not know? | |

' Friend To Friend ... '

               A Friend:
One, Who Helps You Get Out Of A Jam

               A Partner:
… Is Usually In The  Jam With You

                   A Pal:
Is The One, Who Usually Gets You In The Jam

           An Acquaintance:
Someone, Who Heard About The Jam

                 A Buddy:
Says … Its Your Own Jam Fault …


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That Which Is Real

Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s  breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clown The Fool And Me

Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.

Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.

The page lay beaten only to be erased.

the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles 
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare  and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.

Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.

These long nights breed anger and that page takes  the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only 
for the approval  of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.

For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who 
wasnt good to start with.

I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list  or kissing someone's rearend just 
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.

Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate  for  the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing  and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.

The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty 
as the page that sit's befor him.


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God's 3 perfect lives

god has 3 perfect lives
and he lives them simultaneously
arent you fathoming the power of god?

One of them is a gullible god
and he walks around not knowing he is a gullible god
and he will have conversations with you
and like a genie where you dont know you are making a wish you are

i feel oceans and worlds apart from my husband but forever will be gay
but an everlasting nightmare it remains
and then the next thing you kno wyou are the victom

One of them is a prophet 
god surprising god
and everytime he does he regains his throne
and the only way to stop him
from regaining his throne
is to put him in his little bubble of ignorance
a world that isnt true and let him lead
see if he can see the truth and fool you all

The third god is the god that everyone murders
by slapping their elbow armpit and saying debbie does dishes
but keep in mind there is a curse to this perfect life
for god will live every single life from the beginning to the end of time
and be voted in and out of murder as you slap your inner elbows
and you never know when god is walking in your shoes 
for the other gods have a time machine for this wish to be true
and satan the code name for the murderer as everyone alive gets a turn
to kill their nightmare or dream come true and defeat their enemy
since the beginning of time every writer every prophet every poet
has been predicting this crime scene for death to avenge
and then welcome everyone to eternity
as we all become different crime scenes of a matrix to keep us living
happily ever after escaping our nightmares
and living our dreams

it just takes time
so keep on dreaming
and eventually with gods puzzle of angels and demons and 3 gods and other 
worlds i'll be back and slide to help you
just keep believing!


Details | Epigram | |

procrastination

 Once I earned an effort not made.
I locked it in my secret vault;
and forever there it lay.


Details | Narrative | |

A Understanding Of The Past

I remember summers past in the south 
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.


Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath  that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.

Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between 
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
 

It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
than ocean.

The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people 
view as some old silent film.

A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a 
bathroom stall.

Upward we advance  as deeper  we sink within the
mud.
As the poet reflects  ink drying 
in he pen.

I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.

But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.

As in dust and memories it's been taken with 
the wind.

The road echos  of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.

As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.


Details | Free verse | |

Closer

We cling to things,
weighing ourselves down with them,
defining ourselves with them, 
and forgetting that our essential selves
are not bound by 
history,
experience,
or our emotional responses to them.

Releasing these attachments,
we float like a balloon, 
rising ever closer to
the divine.


Details | I do not know? | |

come pray

Come bathe within his glory,
It is he who know's our story,
No longer will it shame you,
You are free from all the blame too,
The times you thought were frightening,
That you now see as enlightening,
Were the lessons of existence,
Overdressed in your persistence...
Take a step in my direction,
And be a part of this connection,
That is shared among the giving,
And to those no longer living,
For it's they who rise before us,
As he promised in a chorus,
Led by angels at an alter,
Like the columns of gibralter...
If you take the hand of thunder,
It will pull you from up under,
So leave the body on the surface,
Because it's your soul that has a purpose....
Come pray.....



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Echoes of Yesterdays.

Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying lot
Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse
Giving into the fear of the outside world

No one is really who they appear to be
Stowing and stealing all for a free ride
The trust in humanity a long extinct idealism
Falling in flames from the final battles bullet

Yesterday’s judgment is the hope of tomorrow
If the sun may ascend to the songbirds cry
No promises of integrity to hold onto justice
While the carrions crawl the balances edge

Holding within that which disaster has taught
Building upon the hangman’s piety
To breathe for a moment the sweet water of utopia
With every falling grain of the hourglass

…Time slows in the winds of obscurity

				


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Tylenol and Duct Tape for Shattered Pride and Wounded Egos

i park my car
and i step outside
hoping that the quiet
will help me clear my mind
i always mend this way
but it didn't work this time

cus for a second
i look up at the stars
and it comes rushing in
just how small we are
that kind of self awareness scares me
so i get back inside my car

and in that darkness
that i used to like
i find myself reaching
for the overhead light
i've never felt more scared
than i do in this infinite quiet

i whisper something 
just to fill the space
hoping that the sound 
will scare the introspection away
"well, on the bright side, this new self loathing,
should keep my narcissism at bay"

i laugh but it is drown out
by the sound
of the tense rumbling
of looming thunder clouds
i wonder how God could hear me
amidst all of this sound

in spite of this 
i decide to pray
"Dear God above,
please take this fear away
cus i feel so small right now 
could you just tell me that's ok?"

well morning's here 
and no sign has come
so if God should call
just tell him i'm not home
i always feighn faithlessness
when i'm feeling this alone

but i looked out my window
at a passing child
who was dancing round
playing with the light
he cast a shadow 
though the sun beat him in size

in his shadow
my life flashed before my eyes
and i still feel small
but yet i smile
cus so is the sun
if it can be beaten by a child





Details | I do not know? | |

1062

There is a certain quality
Inherent in my mind
Which leads me down the darker path
To what I'll never find.

There is a certain beauty
I've found within the lie.
I tell, I speak, again, once more
Unto myself and cry

"I am.
  I am.
      I care.
I am.
  I am.
      I'm here."

But who am I
To know myself?
But who am I
To cry these tears
But who am I
To live this lie
To die
Once more
Inside

Here is a certain beauty
A certain tragedy
Here is what lies within me
What lies and cannot be

Why do I find within the darkness
One perfection, sweet and true?
How can I see inside the night?
How can I know I knew?
I cry out, gripped by life again
I cry out, hollow, lost in pain
I cry out
Into nothing

"I am.
  I am.
      I care.
I am
  No more.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Sensual Need

Passion has this unyielding power
Filling our desired need
Entirely so free of greed
Like the sun beaming on a flower

A wanting yearning aching urge
Bottled up hidden as we grow
A fairy tale we crave to know
A longing for our love to surge

Magnetic chemistry silently implores
Creating a desire burning deep
Sizzling kisses no longer meek
Lovers curiously eager to explore 

Passion an undeniable emotion
Always lending us what we crave
Being adored by a heart so brave
God blessed us all with this devotion~


Details | Free verse | |

Arjuna Meets Krishna

On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos

No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions

Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us 
Untidy chaos intervenes

Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war

To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one

Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly

It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.


Details | Lyric | |

Creating Artistic Words (Chain Poem)

We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words
Words that uplift souls
Souls pouring out—reaching out
Out to the world for redemption
Redemption of the inner spirit
Spirit of natural sanctification
Sanctification stimulating the mind
Mind of elevating jubilation
Jubilation of living creation
Creation pointing the way
Way to the creator
We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words




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Maybe

Passions driven from deep within.
Crowded room dank with unanticipatory thought.
Understood; but not.
A question asked, but not soon answered.
One day I will find our true meaning.


Details | Free verse | |

27 Names 4 Tears

You are like a thousand drugs
The absence of you makes me want to
Kill what I feel
Not because of your warmth but because
My heart is so cold
Maybe someday we'll learn to make relationships last
Maybe someday we'll learn to forget our past
And we'll learn to control without poisons

What exactly did I write you
Bringing this out into the open of all times
Naked
Made me throw it all way
Broken
And everything happened this way
Worst mistake that it happened this way
Everything seemed so perfect
Just for the record
Drugs or something
Made it seem like one makeout session
And of course it hadn't even started yet
So hard not to laugh out loud
Picking this up with you
Are you hiding in cult practices
New job printing dragonflies on your back
Almost serious suicide
Stepping inside me and changing everything that I am
We'll have all of the mind-blowing sex
You'll change struck by lightening
I've been here before
So leave quietly before we become something more

Maybe someday we'll learn to renew our past
And someday we could put some relationships last
So we'll learn obedience without the choke collar
After all you've done for me


Details | Free verse | |

Listen

Listen
To the wind
You think it speaks to you
Just as you think He does
The grand coincidence
The fortunate few
Not me but the yous
Hold on to the wind
Its vapor cradle
Will only carry you
To familiar places
When I listen
I hear spaces


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | Lyric | |

Apocalyptic Purity

Incite the words that take me through
Unload your fears and call them truth
Stand up and consecrate your hate
Follow along, or die alone in debate

Just look at everything there is
Either products of pain or products of bliss
Just look at everyone that knows
Either running towards or waiting to go

Apocalyptic sense of right
A fluorescent path that just waits for night
Apocalyptic sense of wrong
A darkness that is, spreading on and on

My own reflections are my truth
These words are just me, I have the proof
So incite my mirror to believe
That we are all alone once we learn to breathe

A conscious silence in our deaths
Accept it or run towards more regret
Apocalyptic purity
It doesn’t matter what comes, as long as I see


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Upon A Daydream

Away I drift…
	From right here and right now
Free of bonds…
	Anchored to worldly pains
Here lays exposed…
	My strength, my heart, my essence
Upon the precipice…
	Riding away on the only true freedom


Resting in sunlight…
	On green New England seashores
Endless Waves washing…
	Away the aches and troubled sorrow
Laying here I desire…
	No stability, no purpose, no weight
Less the power of heart…
	To release momentary responsibility


In this place I have loved…
	And felt it’s purity of redemption
I have been the scholar…
	And the open learned pupil
It’s here I give of myself…
	Knowing I will gain from the effort
Here I gain true wealth…
	Beyond the treasures of mans avarice


For a moment I transpire…
	Outside the boundaries of body
A wearied welcome traveler…
	Entering an undiscovered country
Allowed by the azure skies…
	To drift within this calm and peaceful realm
Until the call of the Thrush…
	Brings my minds eye back to focus


Details | Free verse | |

Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


Details | I do not know? | |

Man's Stand

By the river stands........
                                 tears of blood washing away the sands..............



Illusions breathe life............
                                     evoking an eversion of the mind........................


A euphonical mixture of words...........
                                                     bring forth laying on of hands.....................


Taste of nectar ergo an eruption of rapturous pleasure............................
                                                                                  a conception that can only be of......

                                                                                                                  man's stand


Details | Acrostic | |

New Year (Acrostic)

Never forgetting about history
Ensuring it does not repeat itself
Walking proudly into the future
Yesterday now becomes the past
Elevating the mind to new heights
Action plan created and working
Rising and meeting the new call!


Details | Free verse | |

Moments Of Life.

The morning mists falling from Snapdragon eyes
Standing on high peaks viewing the verve of diversity
Starlit nights viewing the galactic milieu painted above
The promise once made now viewed after the rainstorm…
In these moments I see the Almighty

The bellow of anguish in the tears of the children
A racking widow held up as she faces her spouse’s sepulcher 
Victims calling to God in the smoldering ruins of a battle
Helpless and lost ones asleep on heating grates in December...
In these moments suffering is all too real

Arizona’s painted desert at the moment of dusk’s zenith
The Atlantics glass rolling waves on the shores of Cape Ann
My daughters absolute trust as she sleeps upon my chest
The Rocky Mountain winds hushing the Ponderosa Pines…
In these moments I sense true peace

When “I Love You” first looked at me with untainted eyes
The moment I heard my child’s voice for the first time
That first springtime morning awakened by soft Popinjay rhythm
The roar of the crowd during a spring training game…
In these moments I find the Joy of living

Searching my life I put these puzzle pieces together…
Only to find these moments define the man I’ve become


Details | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | Rhyme | |

The Other Side Of Life

A loved one has passed to the other side,
Within my heart there to abide.
I know one day they'll be reborn,
That's why there's no reason for me to mourn.

Even though you've gone away,
In my heart you'll forever stay.
Next time around we'll meet again,
You may even be my closest friend!

From time to time I miss you still,
In truth I know I always will.
You've shown me love, laughter, and fun,
That I'll pass on before my time is done.

Death is not something that I dread,
Starting a new life is what lies ahead.
And when it comes my time to go,
I'll still send love to those I know.


Details | Free verse | |

Chaos

We are the world which we create, our thoughts are many, 
our ideas and actions are brought forward from our intent, 
our concepts to progress only help in separating us from our selves further. 
We are the masters of our own illusions and we are the victims to our own 
devices creating our desires yet fooled by our own ego to perceive its realism. 
We are more than what we appear to be but our concepts, perceptions and 
beliefs play host to our own deceptions as we choose to fool others in turn we 
fool ourselves and yet we are none the wiser.



Details | I do not know? | |

Sanity


These feelings inside
I try hard to hide
Suppress all of the hate
Don’t let them see the rage
So full of much pain
No time for life’s games
But I am not the one to blame
For my always being this way

Do not give in
Don’t live like them
Don’t be who you’re not
Our time is too short

No time for this pain
No time for these games
Don’t say we’re the same
For believe me, we’re not



There’s no one like me
Who sees what I see
Can’t help how I feel
There is no need for pills
The things I’ve been taught
To be who I’m not
I’m tired of this game
I’m going insane
Please don’t let me fall
Can you hear my call?
Can you help me with this pain?
Don’t let me give in to this rage
Please can’t you help me?
Keep me from going insane!!


8/18/2005


Details | Rhyme | |

Words


Sounds of the soul
With the power
To break a heart 
Or make it whole



Details | Rhyme | |

Farewell/ My Time To Go

My friends I've  grown tired and am in need
of a rest.
A inviitation  to a farewell banquet.
Please be my guest.

When everything begins  to move 
slow.
I'll need no advice.
For I'll know its time  to go.

I hope i made you laugh as  well as think.
Farewell I'll bid you after this 
last drink.

The road was many things  but never boring.
Sleep in peace like children.
And some old man snoring.

I thank you all.
As I drift were the dark waters flow.
No tears should touch your cheeks.
For its my time to go.

No longer within sight.
But always within your heart.
Why worry over tommorow when one day
we shall all depart.

Old friends rest well knowing this is not the 
last time you will see my face.
for we will gather somewhere beyond 
are final resting place.

Where one flower dies  another will always grow.
I love you all.
But for now it's my time to go.


Details | Free verse | |

Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


Details | Free verse | |

Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


Details | Haiku | |

Poetic Soul

I slit the wrists of
My soul and watch as they bleed 
Not red but "b-l-e-e-d", "r-e-d".


Details | I do not know? | |

The Seven Pillars

After a deep love
After years of separation
After the last millennium is wrapped
With white and rosy candles
You come back
With an empty face
And with a dropped hands
To ask me for 
A brake up
With no more confusion
And a solid conclusion
I accepted the deal
After all
This everlasting ancient love
Grow up like a seven pillars
Of a new religion
Neither me 
Nor the Romans
Could stop it.


Details | Free verse | |

Do you Believe in My God?

My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t given, By my God
I don't have a religion
but a philosophy
I speak to my God directly, 
I don't need a middle man because
It's me and my God

Oh yes, I believe in the Lord
But at times I see, things that should not be seen
He sets my faith in an ice cube tray and lets it thaw
Drip down and clear the eyes
Lets these emotions saturate and open out
We make our own destiny
The lord is my guidance, my daylight in the darkness
He tells me my end but how I get there
Depends on my actions

And when I ask him, why ? Why is this killing happening?
Morally up righteous bible bangers screaming
All sins are committed by THESE sinners. Aren’t we all, sinners? I fall ill
Thinking of all these lies swirling
Popping like bubbles in an unsanitary bathtub trying to pass the
Minimum health regulations

TELL ME LORD

Why do you let this happen, what is the solution?
He speaks one word: you
Others  run with miscommunication
Thinking, you? You? You?
Pointing fingers throwing bombs
Shooting children, in the name of God
While tears fall from the sky, clouding
All that’s morally right
But its really, it’s up to you you you
To change the world
Do you, believe, in the Lord?


Details | Free verse | |

Reversals of childish thinking

Instead of listing what’s wrong with the world
Let’s list what we could do to make it strong
Childishly simple is the integrity on which we set our pride
Is it so hard not to lie, steal, cheat, defile with words
That simply are not right?
Treat others like you would want to be treated
We preach to our children
Unadorned ideas that we cannot follow ourselves 

At times it seems
As humans progress, from child to adolescent 
To adult, then back again
It’s a reversal in time 
From complete innocence to corruptness
Why does it  take us a whole lifetime
To come back to the mentality
In which we started 
It’s only once we see, truly
The best times is when
We don’t judge
And things are just so
Childishly simple 
That we are happy


Details | Ballad | |

Midnight

As I walk out into a deep sea of blue
I start to feel the new morning dew
Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars
I leave behind the pain of all scars

Swept away in this speckled blanket above
I know the stars are full of secrets and love
I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind
The dreams and secrets that I may once find

Soon I know this magical darkness will fall
And all will continue, our natural known call
So now let all found secrets be told
As will our sought out dreams unfold


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's Poetess

As I chant my sisters' creed,
And forge my talisman,
I remember violent lullabies
That I still can't understand.
I say if these wilds could be controlled,
With wants to habilitate,
Than why on Earth would fractured souls
Still thrive to fornicate?
So here I am,
My guise be true,
Thy young sorceress,
Controlled by wilds of casting spells,
And sensual naughtiness!
I bled for them,
I chased the sun,
Now I've tied my tourniquet.
Everything that once was blue,
Is now raging violet!
The Garden's dark,
The moon is full,
I dance while I undress;
In this place, this dance, this time,
I am Nature's poetess,
As if somehow,
Back long ago,
With boundaries overstepped,
I led a life,
Oh hearts do Scream!
I lived a life unwept!
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Downer

Look at me now on a downer 
  sinking in swamps of confusion, 
nothing adds up or seems to make sense 
  life looks unreal, a nightmare illusion. 

Grasping at straws, I am drowning, 
  reaching for saviours I cannot distinguish, 
people use voices I don't understand, 
  meaningless language, bastardised English. 

Shadows come down like black curtains, 
  suffocate energy, drain motivation; 
bury me deep in dysfunction, 
  swathe me in blankets of sheer desperation. 

Yet I must hang on with the insight, 
  no matter how hopeless it seems, 
the shadows will rise with the dawning 
  when I come to dream better dreams. 

Life is so precious and sacred, 
  though it often is hard to commend, 
where there's life there is hope and vice versa, 
  it is all that we have in the end.


Details | Quatrain | |

For You...My Friend

I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?

You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.

I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?

Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?

I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!


Details | I do not know? | |

Mr. Religion

Mr. Religion, can you tell me why you run?
 
If your faith is so damn solid,
 
And your morals so pristine,
 
Then why, oh why,
 
Is this empty book your Master,
 
And you its ever-trusting Slave?
 
Wouldn't your morals tell you, Mr. Religion,
 
That such hatred isn't right?
 
You and your delusions
 
Have shown me how to feel this way,
 
Have shown me how to trust in knowing,
 
That you are oh so very wrong.
 
Attempt to chill the Hinterland fever,
 
That thrives outside your church.
 
Preach to we witches of fire
 
While you throw stones from your perch.
 
Mr. Religion, are you afraid of Magick?


Details | Free verse | |

Soft Stepping

Meandering past dusk
Within my solace of dreams
Across this garden of roses and vine
Luminous and vibrant
Yearning life anxiously
Each a soft dreaming infant
Stepping amid buds and blossoms
Extolling the blushing rose
Oblivious to shoots crushed under my feet
I render innocent futures extinct


Details | I do not know? | |

THE WATCHING EYE

                                   

                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                    
In the pool of giving, man will throw his pennies
Displying for those who record such entries'
He regrets that in this land of plenty;
we must sacrifice the few for the good of many.
  The watcher knows of mans intrusions;
  And his propensity for God like absolutions.
   He has seen the indulgences of mans conclusions;
   That he stealthily hides behind illusions.
In the name of freedom come the plans;
For the good of all of man.
But it's catch as catch some can;
And forget where we began.
    Perpetually in awe, to his mind the watcher draws;
    As if seeing in a crystal ball, he knows that man could surely fall.
    In illuminated halls, he records the injustice of it all;
    It is then he does recall, still on hands and knees man crawels


Details | Alliteration | |

Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Sestina | |

Seeing What

Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body

Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble

Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body

Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind

Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body

Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence

Sought after is a chosen
humble coexistence
of mind, body and spirit


Details | Cowboy | |

The Waxed Coat Man

In crackled tintypes bent with long ago,
Amid flaxen sunset and skies of cherry—
In worn leather-carved ancient scenario,
He dare not lie in milkweed prairie.

He rides resolute toward that sweat-tinged fame,
Always the heart’s hero of our once young eye,
As pale ivory range sighs softly his name
And we all know the real reason why.

It is high sage country that he will ride,
As that tin sun burns alabaster away—
And new birthed rains roll off his cow rancher hide,
So his soft summer’s mirage will stay.

Some see him crude – of but limited worth—
Lacking pure knowledge or certain savoir-faire—
But born of bone plain, he is of no fool’s birth—
A force of nature that’s always there. 

From coat’s patina past years slide, of course,
As lines are spurred so deep into his Sphinx face—
But he’d rather be poised high atop his horse
In no other country, time or place.

His heritage is long – it’s here he’ll die—
He rides his own land in cruel spring rains and snows—
And like that wax jacket, he’ll keep his hopes dry,
Because ranching is all that he knows.


Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Quatrain | |

My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross


Details | Free verse | |

My apology to my heart

My apology to my heart, for not fulfilling its dream, for failing to add wings to its desires, for suppressing the teardrops by plastic smiles. My apology to my heart, for what it wanted me to be but I couldn't be, for the path on which I was forced to tread against its will. My sincere apology to my heart, as I know till date it is bleeding. **A sincere apology that very often knocks the door of my heart~ ======================================== By:kashinath karmakar(26th Dec. 2010)


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 | Quatrain | |

Moments Matter

Born of moments matter
	To burn for moments sake
Condemned to moments past
	For future moments make


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Sijo | |

The Dancing Sijo Butterfly

The aching wings of the butterfly did quiver delicately.
How with such immortal beauty do you escape my grasp?
Alas my sordid fingers could never uphold such grace.


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 | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


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 | Light Poetry | |

' Constructive - Criticism ... ' ( An Oxymoron - For All, But A Few)

‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’

Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …

Then, The Term Should Be:  Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism 

Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall

Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)

And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’,  (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say

And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style

And that  ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …

Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon


(I Prefer The Term:  Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
   ‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Cowboy | |

No One Knows Where the Longhorn Goes

No one knows where the longhorn goes,
When his breed is scattered and few—
He once was king of the cattle ring,
But his time in this world is through. 

We all must go where longhorns go,
When the bone moon falls from the sky—
We will not hide when we ride no more
And the longhorn goes off to die.

Our land must be where longhorns live—
Where we all seek our destiny—
This once was land still full of sand
With longhorns far as you could see. 

We all must dream what cowboys dreamt
When they looked out upon the West—
We all should lead the life we need
As we follow the trail that’s best.

We all must go where longhorns grazed
On a ride through the green grass sea—
We all must lead and protect our creed—
But most of all, we should be free.

The path is hard, but we will climb
Up that hill where the longhorn goes—
Though the trail is long, it is not wrong, 
When we know what the longhorn knows.   


Details | Ballad | |

What constitutes a shoe?

What constitutes a shoe? 
The leather bound tongues of
inglorious pomp,
ambling midst the glades…
 
pugilistic caffeine panders 
solely to the soul,
ergonomically agile, 
bar the finest detail…

eye-lashed straps 
entrenched in the name, 
toiling syllabic misnomers, 
shorn against the scornful 
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…

  


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Errors Made In Knowing

Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically
A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably
Having determination to stay friendly cemented
One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


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 | Haiku | |

Make Healthy Choices

live as if you plan
to be an organ donor--
make healthy choices


Details | Etheree | |

Worry Stone

My 
worry 
stone is a 
piece of clear glass.
Serenity etched
into the face.  I turn
the crystal and caress the 
word with my finger tips.  Cast a
glance - the word is difficult to see.
Lesson - serenity  is felt not seen.


Details | Sestina | |

Patience is the Essence of Life

Idolatry makes me out of patience 
with the people lacking nous in essence, 
flitting away an all too frantic life.

One cannot hurry the lessons in life. 
Adopting great fortitude and patience, 
also childlike belief, is of essence.

Joy comes at a price; the very essence 
of wisdom attained through trials in life. 
Silence: trusty companion of patience.

True patience is the essence of a Life.

Poetry form: Tritina


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ERADICATING POVERTY, LLC

ERADICATING POVERTY, LLC Verlena’s destiny calls for a perfected cause. In aura of amazing grace via a walk of faith, is her voice. At the Tombs of Saints, she proclaims her life and choice. She will not be suppress. She will uplift her existence to what is best, that which is rightful. During colonial time, the thinking of man, in this part of the world, was based on intelligence. He defined the structure for equality yet, enslavement. He emancipated yet, civil entrapment. He became mobile, nevertheless, systematic discrimination formed. And, as all of this was taking place, founding fathers were manifesting destiny. The lens of the future is today. Hasten through transgression Verlena is anointed to be wise. The knowledge endowed has awarded her insight to the Social Sciences. She is the founder of a New School of Thought – The School of Social Theology. Therefore, I am Social Theorem of today. A Social Scientist generalization, which evolved from the acumen of history titivated. Insofar, Verlena S. Walker will henceforward to remove the troubles of the world. Therein, a socio-political socio-religious structure has formed. |_________________________________________________________________| Penned on November 4, 2014!


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Ode | |

Nyx - Ode


Strophe:

The shadows know the scent of cloves,
as Nyx devolves from sleep's crossroad,
the night-owls croak to domes above,
her ode the stars turns to abode.

Her firmness strings the scene's stillness,
her laughter waves in hung ether,
small hours' submit her thoughts' steepness,
advancing 'mid green heather.

The night birds watch - with eyes of amber
night wraiths descend from stardome flare,
upon a sky-drome meander
that ghostly travelers time-share.
-----

Antistrophe:

Brilliant's the moon in ventured glory,
above shapes lays and daunting wraiths,
her eminence surpassed souls' faith,
to hark the travelers' lone story.

And kind advanced to lands of blooms,
as night conveyed upon each breath,
she confers grand the kiss of death,
with fates to weave on lethal looms.
-----

Epode:

On darkened growth she shines dismal,
In Stygian reign she rules - abysmal,
enchanted souls shall dwell in void,
with Acheron's old paths destroyed.
-----
© G.V. 10-03-2012, All Rights Reserved
Nyx = Night


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dare Not I Say

A choice desire made set a soul fire
The animal locked away no longer kept bay
Blood pulsing heart throbbing mind does conspire
A new day with passionate words to convey

Shock it will many of you freedom expressed
Pounding chest hell with rest not human nature test
Open mind people try to find what suppressed
Dare not I say equally all of you blessed


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


Details | Free verse | |

Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Compelled

What motivation drives her infant feet
to push back at the ground she knows so well?
What causes her to suddenly rebel
and with the savage walking world compete?
To pull herself upright on virgin legs - 
were years of crawling all too much to bear?
Or was she quite abruptly made aware
that dirty floors are but for she who begs?

How quickly in adulthood we profess
our hatred of the view from there below,
but from the crawl we learn to live with grace:
In knowing well its grave submissiveness,
in wanting to allow ourselves to grow,
we teach our legs to stand firm in their place.


Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


Details | Blank verse | |

Our Saviour

Lacy tablecloths
Sweet music
Red ornamental vestments
Gold tapers flickering
Red bound book
A sip of wine
White cowl on red
Bowed heads, folded hands
Ruby wine sipped from chalice
Folded white linen napkin
Genuflecting nodding heads
In pious agreement
Brown robbed friars faces
Cynosure of white ribbed 
Black cassocks
Little circle of bread
Piously put on tongues
Again and again
Row upon row to receive
Gold richly decorated tabernacle
The body and blood of our Savior
Needs to be kept
Under lock and key.


Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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 | Haiku | |

Every Birthday

every birthday
is as splendid as the soul
of its celebrant


Details | Lyric | |

IF LIFE WAS A GAME

If life was a game
Loving would not be magical
Neither a breathtaking journey
For love is an honour, a blessing
Bestowed upon the beloved
Inspiring humanity to see the world brightly,
With goodness and sweetness in the midst
So, love is dignified feeling about reality,
Whereas game is about getting fun

If life was a game
Then there would be no faith
Because faith is all about belief,
With something worthy to hold on to,
Whereas game embraces contests;
If life was a game 
May be the truth would be forbidden
For the truth is a commitment,
To the just world, and route to perfection
But game is all about amusement

If life was a game
May be no one would be loyal
For loyalty is an art, of being devoted to the truth
But game is a pursuit for winning;
If life was a game
There would be no need to be good,
Because goodness is a moral obligation-
-Leading to eternity,
Whereas game is competitive obligation

Oh! If life was a game
May be there would not be much worth living for
For every creature would be a contestant
Fighting for the prize
For what more could we do?
Except seeking pleasure-
-Signing our names on admired places
Imagine if pleasure was the sole good,
With every creature yearning in desire
The whole world would sink in a funny mood



Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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 | Personification | |

Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


Details | Alliteration | |

Upon Earthly Ground

Seeking, Searching, Sacrificing
Living, Learning, Loving
Hating, Hurting, Healing

Driven, Determined, Decided
Why, We, Walk
Evident, Earthly, Existence

Greed's, Gluttonous, Greatness
Quixotic,Quantum, Question
Answer, Atunement, Atonement


Details | Light Poetry | |

Oblivion

We have arrived, at the edge of life
For our wise leaders, can at will
Make us all into oblivion
We are musical notes
That shall sound no more
The universe will remain
In a void
Dark and silent 
Brooding
We have stolen its entertainment
The light of life
The laughter and smiles that might have been
Oh our whims
To destroy the little we have
Oh how the universe is now dark
For a billion years
Until god tries yet once more


Details | Villanelle | |

Levitate

This is a day for separation
allow a stillness to unfold
in solitude, the revelation

sees above expectation
of what we are forever told
this is.  A day for separation

from hesitance and trepidation
within the sharply shattered mold
of solitude, the revelation

of wisdom, silence’s fascination
and what we will forever hold
“this is a day”.  For separation

yields conscious manifestation
we nearly lost within this fold
of solitude.  The revelation

brings onset of alteration:
forever fear, frighteningly bold!
This is a day for separation
in solitude (the revelation).


Details | Free verse | |

Potentiality

I am practicing with my intent at hand
Past the clouds of confusion that try to engulf my thoughts
Sensible to the moral of the insensible
Gathering the gladiators of the intellect 
They’re boundless in spiritual nature
I have fought back in the foggy fields and never truly faltered
This intractable ascent beckons my drive further
The nature of understanding the minds voices
They call to reach at times with a melodious character
Keeping at pace this time so measured that I occupy
Knowingly If I should hear its doubt cast its calling
My focus shall be wasted and bewildered
So I autodidact my philological mind in the lesson of will
Reaching the steps of change within reason 
Never to forsaking the trip  



(Inspired by “In search of the human mind contest” )
 By The rambling poet 


(Determination)


Details | Cinquain | |

Noise

Noise Sharp sound Crashing into conscious jarring vibrations, jagged edges confused


Details | Free verse | |

Enslaved By Darkened Feminine Race

Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.


Details | Free verse | |

Giving new life

Boxes and cupboards, closets and drawers

I am retrieving everything from my past

And freeing them to a world of usage

Even old wine will be opened

And that set of china too expensive to use

Except on special occasions will be used again

Because today is my special occasion

Just as will be everyday in my new beginning

 

Those rose-shaped candles will become

Puddles of wax and the silverware 

Brought out only to laboriously clean

Will be used on hotcakes and omelets

I will resurrect all the things that were preserved

Bottles of cologne and after shave 

From Christmases long past will find the bathroom shelf

Where they will be used until exhausted

 

What has passed the fashion or current vogue

Will be given to the poor and photos

Once too painful to see will find walls to live upon

And jigsaw puzzles will be joined into their rightful image

And old records played with a tinny remembrance

As I bring life again to my somber world of aloneness

Where memories thrive without validation

And need the reference of old things long forgotten


Details | Blank verse | |

Based On Belief

From vast emptiness, 
imagination is formed 
which births a substance.
  Reality is a seed of 
imagination based on 
belief which becomes a 
substance,for what is and 
what is not are based on 
belief.
   How do we really know 
if who we call siblings are 
really part of us,were we 
born with perception?
   Are our parents really 
ours?We accept based on 
belief.
Words formed are 
accepted so also spouse's 
fidelity.
   Tomorrow like a hollow 
always existing before 
birth of mankind,gives 
birth but nobody 
can grasp it's loathsome-
sweet seed.
  Tangibility of substance 
is based on belief,what 
you belief is what you 
have.
  You read my philosophy 
of reasoning based on 
your belief that it harbors 
treasures beyond 
measures-for knowledge 
isn't acquired from birth
 but on belief.
  Then what is your belief?


Details | Narrative | |

WHY TRUST

Love?  But he always hurt you.  

Can’t leave the punk?  But he is abusive.  

In too deep?  Just leave him! 

Alone?  Isn’t that the best way to be?  

Need someone to lean on?  But the world is crazy.  

Want to share your thoughts?  Just pray to the Lord!  

Joe you wrong.  The color woman was suppressed by the white man for too long.  And now you want to fight.  I dare you to strike me like that.  

Why do I trust?  Any man today is a wrongdoer!

Intimacy?  But you should want to be free.  

Need to be loved? But you just end a relationship with a no good thug.  

Want comfort?  Why not find you a support group!

Depressed?  Isn’t by yourself a way to think.  

Need someone to talk to?  But people are not true.  

Desire a best friend?  I am always here!  

Steven isn’t good for moral support.  He will seek you for sex and enjoyment.  You say you are depressed and stressed from to many bad relationships.  

Why do you want to trust without healing?  

Not yourself?  But that’s because of what you been through.  

Can’t find sense?  But that’s within reason of the pain you feel, Honey Boo.  

Colors?  You have suffered now it is time to heal.  

Want to go out?  That’s it!  Learn to help yourself.  The world can be deep.  In depth you become to the life you live.  No time to hide what you feel.  Maybe a day to cry and then go out and chill!  

Want a drink?  Not so fast.  

Want to drown your sorrows as usual?  No time for addiction or developing bad habits.  Trust your instincts and know things will get better!  It is a sad thing to see a friend become a substance abuser.  You know what is wrong but can’t do nothing at all but tell her to not drink to solve any issue.  If you find that they are strong, you know they have listened.  

Want to scream?  

Why not do that to let out the steam?  This will help you to cope and not make a mistake to trust before you know him.  

Want to smile?  Just smile!  You also seem to desire affection.  You say this would be just a simple friend that cannot go against you.  But you don’t state whether that is me.  I am best kept as it seems.  Let’s sing and sing.  Let’s enjoy the life we live.  

Must you trust your heart with somebody?  You don’t.  Just wait until the time has come.  You can be by yourself for a while.  If you need a smile, humor your mind.  Never letting anyone one in and then before you know it you have met the prefect man. 

Why trust when you can be free?  

Why need anybody?  Love is true to those who define true meaning.  

Why trust when he is misleading?

User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Betrayal
Entry Date: February 26, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

A BLESSED PATH IN LIFE

As I walk down my chosen path.
I enjoy life, I eat, I dance, and I laugh.
With a little time and patience.
I hope and pray for God's guidance.
I know that I have truly been blessed.
My trials and tribulations in life I know they are my test.
Always having little thoughts of hope 
I constantly keep a little change in slope.
No matter how hard it is, you must believe in all you do
Just work hard at it and soon you'll make it through.
As a bird soar in the sky,
You've got to let your dreams fly high,
For you are special in God's eyes and can make it through your days
That’s why we have to pray.
Every day I maintain a positive attitude
To spend sometime in solitude
I only speak words of affirmation
Daily I pray for everyone in this nation.
With hope in my heart and dreams in my eyes.
Through God’s love and his words I aim to become noble and wise.









Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


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 | |

Fana: The Falling Away of the Falling Away

So much of life
Is like walking a beach all alone;
Where you began is lost in the white distance behind
Where you are headed a mystery as well.

We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles
We gather along the way,
One for the joys
One for the troubles.

Both bags get a little heavier
The further we go.

Mostly it's a long silent walk
With a boundless sea whispering by our side
In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind.

     But here and there we stop
     And turn to gaze out over that sea,
     Fingering pebbles as we do.

     And sometimes, if we're very lucky,
     And we wait and listen long enough,
     The whisperings begin to make sense
     And we become aware that 
     An unseen Someone,
     A special Beloved,
     Has been pacing us all along;
     That we have never been truly alone.

One must be careful not to turn too fast,
To try to see this Beloved,
Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue.

The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself;
Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness,
And we shall see that our silent companion 
Looks exactly like ourselves
As we appear in others' eyes.

And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough,
They will vanish before us
And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes,
And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect.

     If we can do this but once,
     We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea,
     Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us;
     We will understand its language of  song and laughter,
     And disappear into everything joyfully
     To the sound of our own
     Perfect and infinite

     Laughter

As the great whirling dance
Begins again.


Details | Narrative | |

Fig Meant at Ion's

I wander into this dark, misTearYous room
—and there he was...and wow! What a Fig!

He with the long, lustRuse hair 
sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of hot cocoa. 
Dang. He has better hair than I do!

“I’m  a  gin at  Ion’s,” were his first words spoken.
“I’m  a  gin at  Ion’s.” And then sighlens.

I was trying to look through his lens, and figure out his sighs
when he utters, “I can see you are number—“

“Huh? I am number what? I don’t see any lines here..."

“Ah, yes you are, as I was... NumBer as in more than numb.”

Epicfunny!

He definitely got me, he with the misTearYous eyes
so I sit down and ask him what he means
(but I refused to ask how he saw through my numbity)

“What do you mean that you are a gin? And where is Ion’s?”

“Exactly just that. I’m a gin at Ion’s. A di*k t’Eve.”

He tells me that Ion’s is nowhere, everywhere and knowhere,
of how anyone who takes even a sip of that gin can hold on to it— 
too much, so much so, as to lose that grip on ReAhhlity...

I ask him what he does there. 
Seemingly one word, two meanings— "aMuse," says he... 

He reveals he is also part-tickles, part abs-tackles
then he also exhails at wind ‘o pains, 
to fog or clear up views and relayshunships
But oh! How at one point he felt tieurd, of how he had so many callUses—
numb, tired of how it reCurse, of always being called upon, of being used

Sighlens.

Been used So many times, he didn’t know who he was anymore...
a Duke at Ion’s, a con’s front at Ion’s,
an ex pecked at Ion’s, a lucid at Ion’s, a rebel at Ion’s...
oddly enough, even if he has been ‘d sign at Ion’s, 
he still felt blahtantly invisible,
even if he wore only a V-bra at Ion’s! 
He chalks everything up to exPeerience, and has learned from it.
And that's why he's also known as a sensei at Ion’s (his personal favorite)

He says even if he can go beyond infinity, he—
he stops (ah gain!) and yes, there it sneaked in... Sighlens.

Telling me through the void, through his sighs, through his lens
To close my eyes, and figYour out myself. And then I do...

ReAhhlieZing how much I could relate,
how I have been in DenyAll of my possiBElities. 
It is all a matter of perSpeck'tEve, of looking at each tiny speck of life,
of creating something from each of it, entire universes even—boundless

How odd that I myself felt like I'm a gin at Ion's...
Scrunchscrunch...Imaginations.
Addictive, yes so I best be careful with where I take it.
I oh!pen my eyes and the fig meant to show me ReAhhlity had gone...


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Free verse | |

Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


Details | Free verse | |

Oscillation in a static realm

Oscillation in a static realm. Stalking desolation, a haunting reminder of 
transcendence. Sporadic fractures paint a decadence flourishing confined mortal. 
Omnipresent the triumvirate, yet fallow diversity feigns a collapsing periphery. 
Malleable beings vivisect the strings of eternity for clarity divine.


Details | Alliteration | |

a little ration

Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Graveyard of Broken Hearts

Late at night, there are moonlit skies
Winds sweeping clouds overhead
And I wander, among the living dead
Of broken hearts and empty souls

They were robbed
In the light of day
By sweet words
And promises to stay

Nothing brings one to deaths open door
More than a heart bleeding onto desires floor
And here I wander amongst you all
For I know death is knocking, I am soon to fall

Every morning I rise above
The coffin door slightly ajar
And the rays of love, small slivers they be
Give me hope, I grasp for thee

These were simply morning illusions
For love is the grandest of all delusions
So on I wander amongst you all
The village of dead love, buries us all


Details | Epic | |

On Clouds' Garage

His engine's raw horsepower screams
the peril vests this morn's adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

He rides upon the slopes'  domains
man's sacred deed in cold embrace,
The engine bellows on octanes,
engaging on the crags of Thrace.

The Metzelers on wet rise hold,
titanic torque and skill's finesse,
on borderlines and Thracian wold,
in Dainese, the bold egress.

The metal knee cups spark on ground,
the snow flakes melt on full face Shoei,
steep slopes resend untamed the sound,
and thousand cubic mean strings play!

The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

And there she waits, betrothal rain,
the steel block hollers in thin air,
wet asphalt tracks - divine refrain,
as snow flakes lace the Thracian fare.
.
The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.
.
His engine's raw horsepower screams
gray skies become his morn adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

© 11-17-2012, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Monument To My Thoughts

I sit in the sand
With my knees in my hands
Just staring out at the sea
Contemplating
The meaning of life
And maybe the meaning of me

For all that I've done
And all that I've won
Is that the meaning of life
To live and to build
To follow the guild
With a family and a wife

I picked up some wood
And then as I stood
I swirled it around in the sand
I drew up a picture
A plan for a fixture
Then gathered some sand in my hand

I mounded and moulded
I creased and I folded
I piled the grains way up high
I cut and I sliced
I poked and I diced
Then held out my thumb for my eye

I sculpted some turrets
Then planted some pennants
With the seaweed that lay all around
I marveled at how
My hands could endow
Such a sculpture upon sandy ground

I returned to my place
And sat in my space
Where I wrote this poetic gem
As the waves crashed ashore
I thought about more
And how poetry is my Zen

I can model some clay
Then write troubles away
All with the use of my hands.
I can also defer
To the grounds by the shore
And build castles out of the sands


Rockman  :-)

Written for the contest by Gail Doyle, "Sandcastles By The Seashore".


Details | Ballad | |

A Selfish Prayer

It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,

Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,

Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,

So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,

Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,

My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,

It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,

So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,

Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,

And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.


Details | Imagism | |

Life is so dear

	Life is so dear
What seeds like thoughts or dreams
lay dormant near Walden pond?
I’ve wondered as I weeded.

All the while I’m wary
of the red winged black bird
wavering near the bulrushes,
a constant threat in my garden.
Like the voles they are wriggling rascals
that vex me.

Pondering the uncultivated plants 
those considered noxious, were
they pulled by Thoreau’s own hand?
Weeds are real, as are flowers.
Worthy and hardy fellows each has it’s age
and sometime it’s hard to tell which is which.

Through thickets and brambles
we create our own paths of exploration,
I suppose we all crave order
within our own designs.

For me there is nothing I want more
than to lay here and watch 
clouds roll by, tumbleweeds in the air.
I'll save order for another day...


Details | Epic | |

PASSIONS

PASSIONS 


On the deck of his life’s boat 
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown 

Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzled mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing in a labyrinth 
Of faint speculations

The dilemma was his, knowing not were to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood: 
Equally appealing
              Equally accessible
                              Equally demanding!

He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort a sound failure:
                           The riddle persists
                                    The obscurity endures
                                                   The enigma remains.

Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.

Suddenly, his choleric aimless and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy: 
  For control 
           Hungry for rule and
                      Thirsty for power 
Arrogant, reckless hands and 
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved 
Reason: The illuminated helmsman 
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.

Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived from its power   
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning, 
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and 
Of shameful vice. 

Then, as the sails of vanity and of blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to 
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank to the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which 
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
 
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   18 January 2013  


Details | Couplet | |

Rabbits

Always pulling rabbits 
From the bottom of my hat,
Always looking forwards,
Never looking back.
Like to keep you laughing,
Laughing through the night,
Keeps our broken hearts at bay,
Hidden from the light.

more of my poems at: http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Quatrain | |

WHAT IF I WERE ROBIN HOOD

What if I were Robin Hood
and Dave Wood was just a street name?
What if I were sick of an industry/kingdom
that's brought so much wealth and fame?
What if?

What if I got tired of fighting Prince John
just to have a bigger piece of the pie?
What if I long for more than Locksley
and in fact I'm more than meets the eye?
What if?

What if while you pen your next poem
you unknowingly hum a lyric I wrote?
What if I really needed a sabbatical
some time to clear this mind and throat?
What if?

What if the truth started leaking out
like warm tears from a broken heart?
What if here in the midst of Poetry Soup
I started feeling like I was a part?
What if?

What if I were dying inside to tell you
like a confession I really felt like I could? 
What if it wasn't about Sherwood Forest
all along it had been to save Robin Hood?
What if?

What if a simple poem contest for glory
brought more riches than all the bling?
What if I've fallen hard for sweet Marian
to reveal myself could ruin everything?
What if?

What if all my new friends I read everyday 
now feel closer than even Little John?
What if I decided to tell Will and Friar Tuck
no, not tonight but tomorrow at dawn?
What if?
What if?

Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name: Robin Hood
Date: 4-20-14
Form: Quatrain


Details | Senryu | |

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Lyric | |

When that moment comes

When that moment comes

When that moment comes
When this story, it be done
Will I stand there ready
To meet the power of one?
Or will I fade away
Like dust into the night?
When that moment comes
Will I welcome me that light?

To die unto this moment
Is the only way to be
To greet ones death from day to day
So very endlessly
This be the way to live ones life
If he would live forever
Then he will know just who he is
And death will touch him never.

When that moment comes
Will I be right to join the all?
To touch the power that runs the show
Will it all be beautiful?
As I melt into the other
Will it be wonderful.

A lifetime without knowing
Is the way that most folk be
But I must find the answer
Right now to ‘who is me?’
Because I feel that power
So deep within my core
That tells me it’s forever
But am I really sure??

17 August 2010 @ 1105hrs


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Rhyme | |

unleash from within

18th & 19th February 2012

Weary, drained spent, shattered, Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered. Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered, Happiness to the heart is what always mattered. Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber, Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber, Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious, These recur within and indigenous. I decree to me and myself To Unleash from within Unleash from within me the power of choice, To take a chance on change and rejoice. Unleash from within the power to give, and forget and forgive. Unleash from within the power of trust, Work on the “t” or the relationship will rust. Unleash from within the power to listen, But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens. Unleash from within the belief, That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief. Unleash the power not to criticize yourself, And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself. Unleash from within the power to Love Learn Laugh . Unleash from within, Unleash from within…………… The beginning is the hardest but is life’s secret cotter pin………..


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 | |

A Gray Matter - Quite

Wrong...Right... Black and White... Do imps 'n'angels fight in light of day...dark of night? The evil to hell...the rest - heaven's delight... is all cut and dried or are there shades of gray in sight? Sunday school's doctrine belief: follow the rules to receive Jesus' light, but there's a serpent opportuning "the world's your apple...reach out...take a bite..." and it's ever so easy to live thinking "carpe diem" and to live our lives for tonight. Will I bow to society's demands? Will I embrace a hedonist life? Th'answer to both is tentatively, "I might".
Suzette Prime Written for Suzette Prime: Philosophy Contest


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 | I do not know? | |

Forgive For Time Heals All Wounds

I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption

 it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation

for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities

 time sweet majestic unwavering time

doth reconcile in me

 an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple

 as if transposed to a lake

where the sun doth shine from the heavens 

and prosperity will live in my house 

once more


Details | Rhyme | |

A Noble and a Traveler

From some other time, from some other race
I’ve stopped for a visit, from some other place
A sovereign soul, I retain still a trace
Of all other places I’ve been to in space
I’ll stay ‘til I’m tired and learn what I must
Then move on with joy to my home in grace

My clothes are my body, it will fall of in dust
It’s only borrowed, yet a great sacred trust
Genetics of my parents, my soul, my own
And I owe them greatly for their selfless loan
It serves for the moment, and offers a ride
To view my creation, I produced from inside

I’ve passed through the curtain to appear once again
On the stage of the theatre with all of my friends
I’ll learn from them and they’ll learn from me
Interchanging our roles, growing eternally
I retain all the best features that I ever had
With the help of my friends, to these I will add

I’ll wash out my vices, my lusts and my sin
And learn from the voice of my master within
He hears all my wishes, provides all my needs
He gives me the answers and governs my deeds
He is my silent teacher, the voice of the soul
Pushing me relentlessly toward my goal

I’ve been here many times, each time playing the role
That I most needed then, for the growth of my soul
In the fourth generation I’ll appear once again
With a plan for perfection and a lifetime to spend
Seeking final completion of an eons long quest
To reach the last level in the alchemical test

Until finally perfect, no need to return
No problems to solve, no lessons to learn
Then I can rest, my journey complete
Perfected and purified in my creators seat
Then through other dimensions in steps not yet trod
I will finally arrive to reunion with God

I chose this experience and I wrote the play
I chose the actors I perform with today
It has been what I’ve made it, none other to blame
I’m a noble and a traveler, in life’s wonderful game.


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal at New Dawn

To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.

A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?

Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.

Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.

How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.


Details | Haiku | |

A PLANT IN A SEED

                                                Of every drop 			
                                     Whole of Oceans are tested 			
                                               A plant in a seed 			


Details | Free verse | |

What Happened To Our Once Great Country?

I hear your pleas...
Amen Brothers and Sisters!
I mean we don't want anything more
than a society which we can respect... 
lotteries... crooked politicians... 
debt to foreign nations
who consider us an enemy... 
it's just getting to be a bit much. 
Sure we have had to do much
to become a more perfect nation... 
but we used to try... 
now its open season
on everyone in the name of fairness
while they twist and turn
the blade of corruption
in our gut. 
...Now its just wistful poetry...


Details | Cinquain | |

A Virtue

Patience calm aura tolerance gladly exercised actions peaceful, thoughts clear acceptance


Details | Ballad | |

Pipe Dreams!

In our lives filled with lofty goals,
We may reach for much beyond our means,
And as interest is piqued and grows,
We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams, 

Yet while news breaches concerned factions,
Of those who would off-hand discount our plan,
You may well consider these actions,
To be the final throes of a desperate man,

Watch me rush headlong at windmills,
Listen to my brave and salient battle cries, 
For with nothing I easily afford the shills,
This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise,

Take account of what may be lost,
Incredible credible reputations,
So to me the onus is tossed,
And I afford pipe dream facilitations,

But as prospect becomes tangible,
And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin,
Overt liability then manageable,
The need for my Quixotic services thin,

The writing’s on the wall distinct and clear,
Yet I long for the impossible it seems,
Where I keep the company of the grand seer,
And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams.

- Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know 
the term ‘Puffery’ means to build something up with flowery language.


Details | I do not know? | |

Right or Wrong

Right or Wrong?

If I were right?
Yet you felt Wrong
Would it mean you didn't belong?

Could I ever be right?
If I judged you wrong?
Would it mean I didn't belong?

Did God make me right?
Or did He make you wrong?
If so where would God belong?

If I were an expressions of light?
You a magnificent expressions of night?
Where would that illusive wrong or right belong?

Diana Dalton
1 April 2008


Details | Ballade | |

The Myth Of Shooting Stars

You say no one gets the beauty of fear
It's what reminds us how human we are
The subtle moment when all is so clear
That from birth to death, the journeys not far
The joy comes between the fire and the char
The instinct that pushes us all to fight
And not to wish for refuge from the scars
Because shooting stars are death in the night

You say no one wants their nightmares so near
Despite the God-given rush from the stars
That space between the madness and the tears
That echoing scream that thrills as it jars
Happiness is a cell; pain is the bars
Defeating fear is what puts us in flight
Hoping is a catch, and wishes will mar
Because shooting stars are death in the night

You say dread shapes us; it's how we cohere
It unites us all, from peasant to Czar
We all know terror: vague, blinding or sheer
We all fear what we think to be bizarre
We have all been frozen, stuck in the tar
Caught in place by the glory of our fright
Wishes fade like dieing strains from afar
Because shooting stars are death in the night

Dark time prince, with your ideals and guitar
Sing your baleful views, which are out of sight
Sing of your wishes that are not on par
Because shooting stars are death in the night


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 | Free verse | |

The Eternal Chess Game

Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep, 
To the last door on the left, 
I rest my head for a moment of sleep. 
As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light, 
A small space of illuminated madness, 
Where demons cringe and angels delight. 

A place long ago hidden and known by few, 
Where the sands of time have come to a still, 
A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to. 
I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell, 
But rather in a impermeable shell. 
Surrounding the purity of the light, 
Lies the beast of the night. 

An unyielding guardian of incredible might 
Displaying unholy darkness, 
Taunting and teasing the light. 
"Come on out .." he would seem to say. 
Away from its shell, 
The light did dare not stray. 

For within the virginity of heaven's keep, 
The angel of light finds his peaceful haven, 
A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep. 
He knows his limitations, 
Regardless of the how strong his power has become, 
Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations. 

Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast, 
No not in the least. 
Limitations like rules are meant to be broken, 
Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken. 
The spell of light that feels the need to control, 
Becomes undone, 
All from the darkness of one evil soul. 

Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free, 
No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade, 
The purity of the light holds the key. 
A never ending struggle within the mind of one, 
Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won, 
Forever shall the chess game continue, 
Neither one to give an inch, 
Neither one to be outdone...


Details | Rhyme | |

YOUR LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE EMPTY

As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink.
With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink.
I’ve learned that an empty heart has no compassion;
But an empty heart gets no satisfaction.
Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life.
I think because we stressed with problems and strife.
Most people appear happy and confident.
But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement.
Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the 
soul of a man.
I put this in the poem hoping you can understand.
My mother always told me this, “that an empty heart doesn’t care,  
“And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share.”
I’m not selfish but I'm doing this for me.
So I can be free and just let be.
See a part of me knows what to do.
But another piece of me has no clue.
In my life I'm making my own path.
I've sat around for days and done the math.
Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going,
So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving.

Romans 3:19-20  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who 
are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may 
be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified 
in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin. 


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Personification | |

THE HYPOCRITICAL CORE






        ********

Is a double standard
  Sense of Judgment
         --------
           The...
Hippocratic Core say's:
         I will also get
       An attitude if
   You mention it!....

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields


Details | Quatrain | |

Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.


Details | Free verse | |

i wonder

i wonder when the vultures feast,
do they hope for their next meal?

i wonder when lions feed on
what their harem provide,
do they feel proud,or just loved?

i wonder when frogs
gave up swimming
and try leaping for better ponds:
do they look inside the water
to see their new green skin?

i wonder what we have
that animals don't.
we have nothing,friends,
nothing new.
we have old things in new images,
and communicated in such a way
we forget the ways silence connect.


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Princess"

So, I see a princess, all alone
Her beauty clear, her wisdom known
I ask her why she sits, on a floor of stone
Instead of on, an elaborate throne

She gives me a look, of utter confusion
Then asks me why, I live in this delusion
Must it be, that in her seclusion
She cannot be happy, why this conclusion?

I take a minute to wonder
And another to ponder
Why away from riches my mind will wander
And my heart grows fonder

I ask if I may sit with her, but she politely declines
I am startled at this, as my fascination subsides
She gives me a smile, and beautifully chimes
I am happy alone, listening to life’s little rhymes

Again I am struck to a daze
Amidst  confusion and haze
My eyes weaken and begin to glaze
I feel I have wasted many days

How can you be happy alone, I ask
To live life, without sharing your task
To sit here, no metaphorical mask
While right over there, in your birth you can bask

She gives me no answer, just one more riddle
Are you on top, or on the bottom, or stuck in the middle
To your neighbor do you mean much, or less than a little
Does a man play music, or is he a slave to the fiddle?

Though the answer is still haunting
I can hear it from a friends dull taunting
I have chased all that the rich were flaunting
And now I live a life that is lonely and daunting


Details | Quatrain | |

Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others






Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


Details | Ballade | |

The archer of laughter Sagittarius

The Archer of laughter
[Sagittarius]

He needs to know; not trivia
But all those deeper things
Needs a higher education
He wants his life to bring
All the answers big and vast
He wants to travel too
Cause he has heaps of energy
He loves to do things new.

He cannot handle boredom
He must be on the go
If not in the physical
Then he will have to know
Everything about anything
He’s a philosopher, this too
He loves to have his high ideals
And he’ll always say what’s true.

But most of all he loves to laugh
To him life be a game
He doesn’t do traditional
And he don’t like things the same
He can be over bearing
But you’ll like him anyway
Though he will really pee you off
When he has too much to say.

1 August 2013 @ 0727hrs.


Details | Imagism | |

Snow

Flakes falling on our heads.
Ebullient animas of angels
Rejected at heaven’s gate.
White.
Pure.
Light.
Soft.
Tender.
Innocent.
ICE-COLD!
Silent.


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Classicism | |

in the beginning

These nights are solid gold
illuminated with the essence of word
Chinese faces and African soul
So many truths go untold
Lies will always charge a toll

So does temptation burn in you
Are Do you live a lie with no sin
Do you know Were your going
And remember were you been

Because I've seen the sights of southern spirits
Stared in the eyes of Egyptian gods
Spoke in the voice of buddah
And I know why the holy light shines

I started excistance in simple form
Wondering through prelife purgatory
I inevitably cross paths with my soul mate
Sandy skin with Indian eyes
Humble as a peasant but a princess in disquise
Predestined to be one for a moment of infinity

We found yourself alone warmed by fire
Speaking with know words
With one beautiful glance from her, this belly dancer
With a sequential soul

Time seem to waking the slumbering winds
As we made love under a speckled chime sky
As I woke to be led away by a man in a velvet robe
The seperation left us with ever present question, 
Why?

As we continued this journey to the beginning
He spoke of how life is a journey,  be bold
And as He and I came to the end of a golden road
I awoke a baby with a angels soul.

I have tasted the love in southern spirits
Spoke in the voice of egyption gods
Been wrapped in the arms of buddah
And I've seen holy light shine


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 | Limerick | |

Subversive Valentines Day

Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,

Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.

Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.


Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick 


Details | Free verse | |

Happy Cloud, Smoke Clouded Guy Vs Voice of Truth

My Friend Tom Logic was The Smoke-Clouded Guy and i was The Voice of Truth :D 


Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Nicotine to make me high.. Emotions that can fly.. Pain about to die.. 
Voice of truth says:
A free-way pass to a venom which gives you a lack in living? Tell me why?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Tell you why? When from childhood life waved goodbye.. I had this numbing pain in my vein.. Living for vain
I had to
Smoke trouble away
Voice of truth says:
And risk Living? Risk a body that was gifted& pure, risk health? That others would die for? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Why favor my life? Why live on the edge of the knife? Is happiness just another sad cloud? Can't u hear my screams that are loud?
If wounds wont mend.. Now with nicotine I will blend
Till they heal and lose the sense to feel
Voice of truth says:
To deny a blessing is nobler then? To deprive your health will numb the pain of this so-called Happy Cloud? Then this so-called Delight is just a fraud to make you feel better, to steal away the minutes while you would've got years
A lack of beauty you will gain, a reek of bad odor it will cause, your teeth no longer the blazing white? Why take instead of care? To your own shell? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
I feel my soul is down low
The sun.. Is your truth you state?
Voice of truth says:
A Message to God you have sent, "my Soul you grant, i will play" 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Now, after you.. I have smoking to hate
And.. I wish.. A better fate
Words crumble and blush by your power
Your words are the drug that is.. Truth
Voice of truth says:
Turn back you say? It is never late? For God has his arms open wide for another Fate 
And you know what I say? It’s your own good that we display?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
I for one.. Turn my face, to what's bright.. This cloud circulating me.. Will fade away
Voice of truth says:
Welcome to this beautiful place, a ticket of health you will once regain :D 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
And it's you I thank... To my page.. I begin blank
Voice of truth says:
My regards, my awaits to all of your mistakes ;)


Details | Carpe Diem | |

all-you-can-eat

knowledge afloat
remains powerless 
waiting 
to be 
plugged in 
bugged out
anticipating
the radio alarm clock
WAKE UP!

use colors
shapes
push buttons 
twist knobs

pull into parking space
sunburn in the spot
gathering rays to erase the poison

KILL
polluted cells
a trade secret to 
tastily treat one's self

take the high road
the shady street
the path less traveled 
which one matters little
especially when
in comparison terms with 
the reward, the apple, the brain food, the 
                              all-
                                you-
                                   can-eat buffet...
Knowledge,
there at the fingertips 
of y.o.u.


Details | Free verse | |

Part I of Indian Summer

Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.


Details | Blank verse | |

Master Slave

Live as others see,                                                                                                  
just what it is we do
Uncomplicated so to speak,
Superficial surface, simple rules
unfolding actions
Genuflecting before the holy altar
Or living the life provided
But there is the backgrounder
The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are
Giving opinions, comments
On every lasting moment
Final liable depending on circumstances
That we don’t necessarily agree to see
Directs us to those actions
might puzzle even on lookers
The final ruler, the master slave
Who lives deep down, lives so far down
No one knows from country which
Only guess at his (hers) presence
Involved in more, much more 
Then you would ever guess
Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain
The presence shapes the flowing current
And talks tales to the tiller,
A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil
Surprisingly directed seemingly                                                                        
unthoughtful  actions
To those who stand and stare
Surprising mostly to ourselves
Unfamiliar with the master slave
Who lives so far below.


Details | Free verse | |

A grain of sand to the universe

A tiny, concrete-covered sphere,
floating in an infinity of nothing,
thinking it’s something.


Details | Free verse | |

Statement

The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am grooving the rock of a Fate
Fighting
-a masterpiece of stone and silence-
And I pray
In a sun beamy 
To shed light and fire on my worn mask.
If the sum of my life 
Reaches the infinity,
Proliferous by expextations divine
Divided by each wave I dared to dash
And extended to the choice of a breath,
I will be human between humans
Counting the numbers of my steps,
Loud and steady,
I will lead my soul outside,
To the open air.


Details | Choka | |

Wonder and Despair

Wonder and Despair,
Twin brothers born of our need to know;
These the tainted fruits
These the light and dark
Born of laboring knowledge.
Learning's vanities
Illuminate its limits.
The hard currency
Of humility, 
The price of Nature's secrets.

So we find ourselves
Hung amid infinities...
Below, Forever.
Above, Forever.
Grains on a beach, we between.
We explain the world
And it defines us, laughing:
Creatures of a day,
Playing at Godhood
See our insignificance.

Less than angelic,
More than beastial, we strive,
Sailing on our thoughts
To the antipodes
Of Being, on the ship named
Novum Organon,
Sails full of a wind of words
Towards those pillars
At the narrow strait
Of wisdom: Wonder, Despair.


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 | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Prayers

Prayers upon prayers
In ceaseless array  prayers 
More than enough
If counting rain drops
How many prayers
To help those below
Overwhelmed with disaster
Man made, machine made
Natural disasters, too many
For earth to bear
Prayer upon prayer
Heaping platters of prayers
Beaches of scattered sand
Needing much much more
Seems to be evermore
Prayers upon prayer
Please preach evermore
Who hears the prayers                                                                                               
of those below


Details | Free verse | |

Metaphorically Speaking

This is the story of who I am
I give all I can and then some.
I, a bee, will sting if you wrong
If nice, an help mate I will be.

Many are the roads to one’s heart
The main road, truthfulness, is a very good start."
You will get caught if you fool around 
You are unfaithful you're out the door.

They say Tom's drunk but Tom’s no fool
I don’t drink no more so I am super wise
I, the carpenter’s tool you use 
despise liars, and heart users I hate.

I am me…super special me
A carbon copy I am not
So here I am, a pure clean heart,
True love to give, only to him that’s worthy.




Written on Sept. 8 2012
For Catie's Contest: Metaphorically Speaking


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 | Rhyme | |

Private Beach

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There

But I’ve got a bucket 
Full of private 
Sand
That I’m willing to 
Share

I’ll offer it freely
By the cup

Private sand 
From a private 
Man

Composed of blistered
Dreams 
Lots of 
Bad luck

And I wouldn’t think
Of charging
For my private
Dust

As long as you love 
Me
As long as you
Trust

That a day will come
When my sand becomes
More 

Than a bucket of
Prayers
A bucket of
Horror

Look out toward the sea
My love
The waves foam in mad
Design

Look into my eyes
My twin
And know you are
Mine

Just a man 
A bucket
And some 
Private sand
A man 
And his 
Bucket
Full of
Crazy plans

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There

But I’ve got an ocean
Of private 
Love
That I’m willing to 
Share

Run across the beach 
Let me wrestle you to the ground

Kiss you forever
Thank God
For what I’ve found

A lover
Willing to share
Believe in her
Man

In
My bucket
My single
Bucket
Of 
Private 
Sand






 







Details | Ballad | |

Its A Christian Thing!

It’s a Christian Thing… 

When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied, 
When life hangs in the balance, equality decried, 
Our solemn call to action, necessary and good, 
May be called into question, even misunderstood, 

Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built, 
Our forefathers lessons, a nation's pride now distilled, 
Building society, where freedom can ring, 
I say with great piety, its a Christian thing! 

We always acknowledge, those with different views, 
Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose, 
But we built this great land, in this peculiar way, 
To give freedom to man, and what he has to say. 

But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms, 
To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons, 
For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing, 
Our response to our Savior, it’s a Christian thing! 

America the beautiful, of which I am proud, 
Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud, 
Don’t tread on us, or our God given rights,
Don’t give us causes, for which we will fight.

Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek,
For we’re taught patience, and when to be meek,
But don’t doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting,
As we give you time to foment, it's simply a Christian thing.


Details | Ballad | |

A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!


Details | Lyric | |

Im very loud without a sound

I can’t be lost and can’t be found,
I’m in the air and in the ground;
I’m very loud without a sound.
I’m everywhere yet can’t be seen,
I’m where you’re going,
and where you’ve been.
I never stop and never start;
I am spirit’s love, which fills your heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Offended

Offended 
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence 
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
true 
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
stressing 
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

offended 
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
creep 
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Determined To Use

The ambition that was given for mission
Methodically apply message from sky
A hard worker know they need no permission
They remain practical as time flies by

Arising at times their is pessimism
So cautiously they vie for self discipline
While still relying on expressionism
Patience from them is like the drug insulin


Details | Limerick | |

like it or not--it's here to stay

Inventive minds can be inspired  
Great ideas in time may be sired
High fashion and style
Are acquired for a while
But in the brain sex is hard wired


Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


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 | Haiku | |

Spotted Division

spotted division

birch trees live in black and white

bark reveals secrets




(June 20, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Who to believe

When we silence the noise, of our electric clock 
wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot 
Should we feel shame, for what we have done 
or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun 

millions of people perform this ritual everyday 
Without thought of consequence, just time saved 
Some men, wives and children seek only to survive 
others use time to plunder and destroy all alive 

The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life 
nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife 
Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised 
Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave

dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand
befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man
A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth

The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed 
but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed 
I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed
as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed 

An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land
What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand
Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned
Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand

The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men
Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen


Details | Ballade | |

I'm too busy being me

I’m too busy being me

I have been around my friends
For many a long year
I’ve had my share of mystery
I’ve had my share of fear
But all in all, I’d have to say
That life is beautiful
From where I stand here all alone
It’s all so very grand
But I don’t ever try to understand.

I’ve not much curiosity
I’m too busy being me
I do not try to understand
The way that others be
Cause they be they, and I be me
And that’s all very cool
They have the right to be themselves
And I have my own rules
But in the end it’s all so beautiful.

A simple rose, the sky at night
The moon and Sun at sea
I love it all, my life is sweet
All filled with mystery
 And all I ever want is to be me.

I’m growing old, my time draws near
And I have this to say
That life with all it’s mystery
And all it’s crazy ways
Has taught me, oh so many things
And gave such gifts to me
And I do thank life heartily
For all the things I be
And I’m so glad that fate did make me, me.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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 | I do not know? | |

Is it justice or injustice

If i allow a mother to steal food, in order to feed her babies. Does that make me 
an angel or criminal? How do we as people not take responsibilty to change our 
own destiny?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i don't take the time to teach this mother to stand, to be self reliant, to have faith, 
to face her fears. If i don't teach her compassion and self respect. Does that 
make me part of the problem or the solution?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i don't register to vote because i believe the system is broke. How then can i sit 
on this mother's jury, with 11 others to deceide if she committed a crime?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the truth to be silenced by her economics or her up bringing. Am I giving 
her an excuse to keep on?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i check hispanic as my race because my other choices demand that i deny my 
mother. Does that mean that i disrespect my own people?Does that mean i don't 
believer in Dr. King's dream?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If i allow the disrespect of another's faith, from one coming of my own. Does that 
mean I have no faith in my own beliefs?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i adopt a child from a a foreign country. Does that make me heartless to the 
needs of the here?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If am a solider supporting my family and I must go to war. Does that mean I 
support the reasons behind the war?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If am a hard working law abiding citixen . Does that mean that it is none of my 
concern how the system punishes criminals of differnt races?
For justice is the right of everyone!

If my child is on life support and my insurance won't cover no more treatment . 
Who then has the right to deceide if my child lives or dies?
For any injustice hurts everyone!

If i justify my wrong doings with excuses of what was done to me and my people.
Will you tell me what that makes me?
For justice is the right of everyone!

Justice is everyone's freedom to think, feel, love, have no limits in what one can 
do. Justice is to receive the respect of everyone. Not to be judged for sex,race or 
faith. To have equal opportunities for you and I!
To quote Dr. King's words, " Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere!" 
end quote.
For any injustice hurts everyone!


Details | Free verse | |

Mind Games

A simple mind of complex case
Flooding the train of thought
With emotions as old as time
Wondering if they are ever going to change.

A single feather that of a dove
Symbolizes everything pure
To a simple mind a complex case
To a complex mind a simple case.

A river of passion flowing calmly
Symbolizing a greater power
To a simple mind a power untamed
To a complex mind a powerful weapon.

Understanding the simplest of things
Is all too confusing to a simple mind
All too easy to that of complex
Or is it easy to a mind of simplicity.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets

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                                       and                   galaxies                             for
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Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


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 | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Rhyme | |

Redhead Philosophy

I am strong, I am brave so many ask why I am so strange my reply has always been because God made me this way with curious looks and a grin I look at them and say I have red hair that I must tend what more do I need to explain/center> Just silly


Details | Light Poetry | |

Smack dab in the center

Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string. 
I’m not sure why, 
but I woke up, 
and then it all made sense. 
Until that point, I’d spent my life deep in mind’s pretense. 
I found my heart,
I dove straight in, 
and much to my surprise, 
I landed smack dab in the center of spirit’s loving eyes.


Details | Etheree | |

Rhetoric

Words -
incite
good, evil
peace and rage. Words -
spoken in hateful
tones divide, destroy
encouraging ignorance.
Words- spoken with temperance grow
understanding, foster tolerance. 
Rhetoric that cannot be revoked - words...


Details | Quatrain | |

Without a Reason

My own life is outside my jurisdiction
Freedom is in need of a new definition
Why wake and dress and eat and sleep?
Myself in this prison why do I keep?

All movement determined by outside forces
No need to think, feel or make my own choices
Consider the waves of the sea in constant motion:
For their existence is there a higher notion?

Compelled to race to their destined shore
When their goal is reached they are no more
Is that how and why we live this life?	
Is there no other reason for this suicidal strife?


Details | Sonnet | |

I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



Details | Free verse | |

Ever

Ever watch the man pull into wheelchair parking, 
get out of his car and walk into a store.
Ever watch an obese woman eating at a buffet 
and you think there is just no excuse,
Ever see a teenager with piercings standing in a store, 
you quickly move to another aisle.
Ever stand in line for a cashier and tap your feet 
while the elderly woman counts out her change.
Ever look at the woman wearing a hijab 
and think she is different and cannot be trusted.
Ever want to sit down on the bus 
but some young whipper-snapper does not give up their seat.
Ever consider that you may be prejudice 
and need to carefully examine why you feel that way.
Consider this;
The man in wheelchair parking has heart disease
and cannot walk long distances without developing angina.
The obese woman gained weight when she developed arthritis
and is no longer able to work-out as she had when she was well.
The teenager is kind and thoughtful and was about to ask you 
if you need help in reaching an item on the shelf,
The elderly woman worked hard all her life and is just trying to make
the cashier’s life easier by giving her the exact change.
The woman wearing the hijab is a kind and caring person 
who is about to become your physician,
The young whipper-snapper on the bus has just been diagnosed 
with cancer and is too weak to stand for the ride,
Ever think that you are making judgement 
without knowledge or the full facts.
No more prejudice, 
Ever.

Written September 9, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
“Stand”




Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Free verse | |

The Tenth Gate

The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Lyric | |

My Window

I look at the sky
from my window;

I observe people
from my window;

I feel raindrops
from my window; 

I sense loneliness
from my window;

I think deeply gazing
from my window;

I cherish love
from my window;

I ponder eternity
from my window;

I sense the struggle of God and Lucifer
from my window;

I cry
from my window;

I yell
from my window;

I evoke emotion and rage 
from my window;

I am joyful and sad
from my window;

And — I see my soul
from my window.
	

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 26, 2014


Details | Epigram | |

WHO AM I

WHO AM I


Am I
Part of the eternal, trapped within
The temporal
Or
Am I
The temporal, fighting part of 
The eternal to become?  


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     23  MAY 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Wild Bees

I resign myself to a half sleep, to the evening news, and a tepid cup of tea
to old habits, engrained, and familiar old routine

As the news soon unfolds, there again, calmly told
Once again,  it will turn the blood cold

How does one close an eye, turn away,....... compromise?
Here I am once again, in the house that I've known, half my life

How insane the world seems,.......Oh, the theme is the same
Renewed scene,... same old scheme,... brand new grief

I catch just a scent of the sweet jasmine breeze,  
  and of summers, once spent under trees

I lean back in my chair, and the air keeps me warm
I'm hearing swarms hum, a drum in my head, not far is a wild nest of bees

Surrounded by seas, of the green grassy waves, and I smell sweet alfalfa again

Now my arms and my legs are rolling down hills, that tickle my skin, 
....but taking the spin out of me

All the bees scatter 'round...., of a world going wild, 
and have stained red, my shins and my knees
Where is the green? The clean of the things, and springtime of days dead and gone?

I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet, yet, the bitterness will still linger on
From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat, 
as sound from the sprinklers, lull me to sleep Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts

I'll recline under trees while the wild nest of bees, 
fly in circles and swarm near my head Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz

I could die, wide awake, as the dusk softly breaks, 
Where the lightning bugs shine in the trees

Small stars in the night, lightening bugs show the way, 
taking me home through the tunnel of day

Drinking sweet jasmine tea,
.... I'm drunk on my dreams,
      but  I think I've been stung
         where my evening begun
              back on the street where I live





    _________________________________________



2/12/14   For Craig Cornish's Contest:  "Angel Of The Odd"


Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


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Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Couplet | |

The coming spring




I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?




Death is a thief of a child


"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"


Details | Free verse | |

Soap Box Politics and the Common Man.

This morning I listened

To the simpleton and the sapient man preach

Yet as they orated to

All we who came to listen and imbibe

I was lost

There was no distinguishing 

One voice from the other.

Later as I pondered 

All that which was spoken

Spewed aimlessly upon us 

I knew that I could not agree

With that which was said

By the simpleton.


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Torture on the Parchment.

Oh, empty quill
On brittle parchment
Why with such zeal
Do you deride me?
Such power to prevent
A single word 
From being scratched out
Repudiating inspiration
For the moment
Forbidding me
To imbibe of breath

Tell me of that
With which I have sinned
That warrants this pain
This censure…
Necessitates from accusation
This allegation
Which I must answer
Before judgment
Surges forth
Washing over me

If I bloody those pages
Dirty your eyes
Holding my verse 
Contemptible
I shall answer you
Without vanity’s mask
To abstain from
Penning my verse 
Upon your note paper

My compositions
Will be now penned
In the blood of autumn frost
On the windblown foliage
Contented throughout
That no evil can be read
On wind scattered verses
Of me…


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 | Couplet | |

Maybe it's too soon

We speak words of wonder
We speak words of doom

We wonder why we fight again
Maybe it's too soon

We have thoughts of beauty 
We have thoughts of technology

Our thoughts are disrupted by the constant technological barrage 
Ironically the ideas that created this technology were applied in a garage

Not in a fancy office with a worlds worth of knowledge just a click away
The thought was that this technology would help us evolve as a race

It has in many ways however it's stagnated many lives
With the ease of technology today the general public have closed their eyes

To the corruption that runs rampant in so many forms
To the possibility that we can rise above the norm

The situation isn't hopeless
Just start to think about this


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Free verse | |

taking a step



This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede

loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll

thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide 
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth

Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine

"My body gets nourishment from  Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"


Details | Crystalline | |

Real Perception

Pride is a ride, take it in stride
Humility is free, no degree. Cecil Francis Hickman


written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "QUOTE ME" 


Details | Free verse | |

All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


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IS IT DESTINE TO BE

Expectation and what’s to be Never seems to flow consecutively Even if put together with passion and consistency For one is a idea with no certainty While the other is truth undeniably But a plan that’s pushed not just visualized, Is when I see That although the out come could be tragedy What makes expectation a worthwhile risk is the POSSIBILITY OF CAPTURING TRUE HAPPINESS IN WHATEVER’S TO BE IS WHAT I WOULD CALL A BEAUTIFUL DESTINY!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing's as it Seems

     You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes, 
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

An all too thorough pondering
of mundane thought comes to naught
as vulgar words don’t necessarily wax poetic.

     Talking, writing, hurl, polysyllabic words
across a dot matrix screen in a pixel fight with the Lord
don’t made you a prophet or a prophetess
 	You just scream now, scream…
show your pain across a global terrain in a globular dream
‘Cause I know, you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

Rebel, rebel hell, damn good for nothing navel watcher
pick the lint out, start a fire, you don’t have to die to mean something
     you have to do something, damn, it's not enough      to just BE
ACT don’t just bite the dirty hand, green with the bile of your blood
eat the whole arm…chaw of a chunk and spit it in the systemic eye
                      of a postulate system which MAKES have and have nots.
See that fading grin wink from existence      and the twin terrors of
DUMB and DEE saying “Howdy and Fiddle Dee Dee” to the 
arses who claim to KNOW, ‘cause I know, you know,
NOTHINGS as it seems………..

*Dedicated to Jeffery Cohen from one anarchist to another
**This would be my Alice poem ;)


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Melting Pot - America, the melting pot of freedom

Lord have mercy, have you seen
The fences they put up between
America and its border states
The melting pot no longer rates

Lord have mercy, have you heard
Immigration so absurd
Where once it had been good and sound
The melting pot is watered down

Lord have mercy, can you taste
The bile this policy has embraced
We don’t seem to care a lot
About the weakened melting pot

Lord have mercy, can you feel
The sickness and the need to heal
What once made this country great
The melting pot has met its fate

Lord have mercy, can you smell
The stinking hatred that does dwell
Here within this country’s fold
The melting pot has gone stone cold

	5/30/11
for Dane's contest - America, the Melting Pot of Freedom



Details | Free verse | |

Blantantly Obvious Subliminal Messages

Fate or coincidence as if we have a choice constantly at odd with those who share a difference in their voice as if we could change the world so pretentious for us to concieve as if only a single soul still in me would believe Fake or conciousness a notion to betrothed as if you betterment was for me to love and loathe everything in place the explanation was there was a grand design for that or just a repetition of certain circumstances and leave no chance to reason Break the code or break the mode broken cycles, growing old fading voices go being unknown but my choice is mine alone take the hand of a higher power or take a thermo nuclear shower submit or be done with tossed out like the waste just a tiny hint of power leaves a certain taste corruption is only almost certain free will still relates to the points so poignant they are pinpointed mistakes not yet made Premeditated, so there goes destiny as if a higher power has the power to contain me as if a higher consious is out there for me to have thats the only certainty I know almost for sure why I push back the unknown is out there driving all so called life for you so call everything must come easy for you like butter to the knife and you wonder why your drowning and cannot break the surface look deep inside your mirror into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally


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 | Free verse | |

Festival of Lights

From the sharp corners of the towering residence,
In perfect linear angles, the shadows slice the concrete path.
The blue party lights add ghostly vigour.
Brown hands toil, browned by rigour.


They dance around in rhythmic pandemonium
Through the murky cavities of the macabre residence.
Yet perfect silence prevails resolutely,
Stabbing vacuous corpses ruthlessly.
 

Through morning light they lie in deep slumber,
Fantasizing of animated times, now just tormenting rhymes.
And in the night, the foul feast begins again,
This is the festival of lights my dear men!


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


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The Alternate Story

With every word, with every phrase,
You breathe, you come alive,
A tale of truth, mapped with reality,
Or a dream unlived for which you thrive,
You live through what is written,
Or you choose to hold your pens,
It doesn’t matter how it ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins,

Broken hour glasses of the War,
Acting as the mirror to see through the past,
The good is victorious, and is glorified,
And evil is evil, because in the battle they did not last,
With their blood, is inked the war diary,
So winner takes it all, and is called as ‘good’, hence,
As it doesn’t matter how the war ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

And then there is Romeo, falling in love
And Juliet waiting for him in the Balcony,
They kill Romeo, and justify the murder,
But love is charged for an unforgivable felony,
Died, the felons leave the stage,
But love lives irrespective of the skins
As it doesn’t matter how the life ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

You pose the king of you story,
Or in their game, you are just a pawn,
Your story is written in this moment,
Larger than life; this moment is never gone,
So when they bury you as a ‘Sinner’,
Be the phoenix to rise from your sins,
As it doesn’t matter how the Story ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Reflections

Staring at my reflection, but she will not look at me,
Maybe she knows something that I’m too blind to see.
That look of disappointment for the things I haven’t done,
Bitter sweet resentment for what I’ve now become.

She aspired to be better than what stares at her right now
A world of opportunity that this reflection won’t allow.
The hopes and dreams she harboured, but now it’s all too late
Now all her secret ambitions rest in the hands of fate.

The never ending rat race seems to be just a silly game,
Doing as everyone else, so that we all end up the same.
Her naive ideas are empty because life has other plans
Her fragile future is balanced in my weak and shaking hands.

In a puff of smoke I abandon her ever scornful glare
The pressure of expectation is all too much to bear.
Crawling along the bottom where judgment is reserved
Reality is but an illusion, so sit back and observe.

She warned me of the dangers this road would lead me to
Avoiding life itself would surely never see me through.
The prospects slowly dwindle like the fickle hands of time
The burdening responsibility I never wanted to be mine.


A conflicted soul is torn by the things it cannot see,
Jekyll and Hyde rage defiantly in the darkest part of me.
Assessing two perspectives that merge themselves as one
Now I’m left here wondering which soul I have become.

Trying to see my reflection, but finding nothing there
Maybe she’s given up and found her ‘self’ elsewhere.
That gentle part of me has finally given up the ghost
And now I’m stuck with me, the one that I fear most.


Details | Haiku | |

If I - Tryodine

If I      (Tryodine) form of poetry by Yancy Dalton

If I were a fly I could fly
If I were a bee I could be
If I were a person I would be me

Diana Dalton
10 Aug 2012


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear the Bells, I Hear the Bells

I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells
At morning, noon and night each day
They are a reminder of the time
A reminder of past days.

And I think to myself over the years
How many others have used them as I do
to also keep the time
To remember things as I do.

A time to worship, a time to eat
A time to marry, a time to meet
A time to put loved ones in the the ground
A time to let them take their leave.

These bells have many voices
Some happy and some filled with grief.
They resonate with me and in me always
I can still hear some of them in my sleep.

I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn
Little children's faces filled with glee
I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn
Christ's resurrection paid our fees.

I can hear their sounds for when my children were born
A proud parent of a new family 
A family that had numbered two
But was now happily three.

I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship
Ringing every Sunday morn
Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness
Celebrating the day that his son was born.

I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals
As we lay their bodies to rest
Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes
Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best.

These bells are part of my daily life
They always have been and will continue to be
The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock
Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be.

I will use them to mark my moments
Both significant and mundane.
I will use them to always remember
To love my God and my church in every way.

I will use them to remember my family
I will use them to remember those friends I love
To be grateful for each of my children
To be grateful for just having had been.

I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life
To be grateful for all of those I love
To be grateful for each of my earthly days
To be grateful for the heavens above.


(December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


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WRONG OR RIGHT

What is right and what is wrong
So much gray and so many songs
Just because I can does it mean that I should?
If I appear pleasant then should I be rude?
There are many such questions to ponder in life
So many in fact that it causes us strife.
I wonder sometimes if what I know is right
Is somehow considered wrong in another’s sight.
My upbringing taught me to be gentle and kind
To help others when I see they are in a bind.
To be fair and just in all my various dealings
And to always be considerate of others’ feelings
To always do a day’s work for a day’s pay.
When the sun is shining you got to make hay.
But some other folks don’t see it the same
The rules are some different in life’s game
They are taught to lie and encouraged to steal
That dying is holy and it’s alright to kill.
Some worship cattle and won’t eat beef
Pierce their faces and wear sandals on their feet
I ain’t saying that they are wrong or right
And I ain’t saying that we should go and fight
What I am saying is it ain’t right for me
And I wish these folks would let me be
I think “do unto others” is a mighty good rule
And I stay away from folks that I think are a fool
Respect is earned by respecting others
And I just wish we could all be brothers.


Details | Rhyme | |

A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


Details | Couplet | |

THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE VALUES ABSOLUTE

THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE – VALUES ABSOLUTE
Why would I keep your life in the world, when you trying to take mine out? What kind of damn fool I am as lover? I do not know hate? This is philosophy. Heed me! Why would I love you more than I love myself? I am number one; however, you can come next. God said put no man before me. I am in his likeness as a human being. This is philosophy. Adhere! The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more. My needs must come first. Renunciation is a Buddhist creed. Why would I deny my needs? This is philosophy. Procure! If I am without belief, I lack epitome. Celestial knowledge vested. The universe origin and those that were discovered, is a viewpoint to ponder. This is philosophy. Mindfulness fulfills! Take notice to wrong to make the right. Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds. Consensus is what is desired. This is philosophy. Open your eyes to the love of humanity. The world is not promised to us. Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah. The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son, Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish. This is philosophy. Values absolute!


Details | Sonnet | |

Times Three

You are but a noun do you know?
Inside of you lie me, myself, and I.
Residing in light of your naked eye,
This is how divine seeds sow a row.
 
Sown high or low,
So do not be shy.
And do not sigh.
And never, let go.
 
Orient yourself times three,
To person place and time!
You are rooted like a tree,
And it is secured to climb!
 
Who is that light form living inside of you?
And who is that silent one that you talk to?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Free verse | |

A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


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.


Details | Tanka | |

Being

The discussion point—
I Be, I Am, I Exist.
Being is presence.
	 Philosophers Rejoice, Yes . . . 
The mortal plane is confirmed!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 12, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format) 


Details | Lyric | |

Golden Wheat

Golden wheat planted 
amongst lowly grasses
Must learn to withstand 
life's stormy weather




(c) Copyright Christine Kysely

(May 13th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)



Details | Senryu | |

Probable Options in Life

Within mundane days
Countless options haunted once
Until best opted

Nothing rise nor fall
Only learning lessons gained
Real experience 

Time and space don't bind
Anything comes in mind's eye
Heights and slopes achieved

Sparks of lights mingled
Consciousness adopts matter
Reality without

Broader perception
Discerned beyond paradox
Life is a pattern.








Details | Sonnet | |

Another Sonnet Written at a Coffee House

You sink into the bosom of the chair 
And wonder if I too once sat amidst 
The chattering, white coffee sipping fare— 
The lonely writers ‘pining for a kiss. 

Did I peer out over the porce’lain mug 
And purse my vulgar mouth over the lip 
My eyes a’roll behind my glasses’ fog 
My writer turning phrase and spinning quips? 

Did I curl my toes under my feet 
Threading my fingers ‘round the scolding cup 
My yellow molars grinding to the beat 
Of meds-a-glee and glutt’nous caffeine ups? 

No— 
I didn't’t sit cross-legged and introverted— 
I flipped through glossy pages and consorted.


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


Details | Etheree | |

Eyes Open Wide

Look
is a 
word with two
letters in the 
shape of eyes open
wide.  Observing all that
is common and real.  Seeing 
the beauty in simplicity.  
Freely examining the present.
Considering the view, it quickly fades.


Details | Free verse | |

Doland's pie consumption

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me, 
someone whom you’ve yet even seen..
but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest
that for me you would die.

But would you forgive me?
My credulity intact…
If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving…

Stubbornly amused,
Seemingly lost a friend again,
caught up in the tangents.
so uncouth,
to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned.
and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact
there would be no tract…
no able pinned feature to allure,
to distract?

How would you abstract in this world, 
filled with truth,
‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us
a meaning,  a trust…
Our personal tribunal of mutuality…


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Transition and Transcend ... '

      Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin

Whether From Death or Divorce
        Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
   Today, Rises To Tomorrow

So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End

You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune

Just – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind

Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …

    So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin

The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again …  and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Lyric | |

It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.

So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay

It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.

I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.


Details | Verse | |

Threshold of night- dusk

My day is melting into the warm embrace of the night The night ushers in hopes of a joyous morrow, bright Bright are my suffused chromes at a vibrant horizon Horizon where lovers, earth and sky meet, not unite Unite but I will, all iridescent longings of my heart My heart that goes out to luminous twinkling stars Stars brighten God's palette, dazzle His night canvas Canvas of life, enriching it with happy tinges, tints Tints of pain and sorrow, embellish over with blessings Blessings anoint sore wounds, soothing and balmy Balmy introspective thoughts ooze out of mind at Dusk The Dusk, a spiritual journey, curtains my life, my day! Yesha Shah For Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk contest by Nette Onclaud 11/08/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wontry Winter of Why

In this hope 
Where nobody survives

In this place
Where babies wither 
And die

All I ever wanted  to know
All I ever wondered
About

Disappeared upon your kiss
That last illusion
In 
The Wontry Winter of 
Why

Fever spreads
Takes another 
Victim

And the castle 
Can't protect you

Can’t
Stop the slide

The race never 
Ends

A futile search for
Infinity

In places that
Eat you 
Alive

Pass the salt
Place it inside
The wound

Try to 
Smile

While your blood burns
Blisters
Within its
Tortured 
Tomb

Now 

Ask the question

Where did it go?

Ask the question

A million times

And 
You
Will 
Never
Know

In this poem
Where thoughts melt
Before they 
Concretize

In this life
Where true meaning
Is rarely 
Realized

All I ever wanted  to know
All I ever wondered
About

Disappeared upon your kiss
That last illusion
In 
The Wontry Winter of 
Why


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Couplet | |

Gods Resonance

There's A Fine Line Which Can Be Traced
Between love and Insanity.

                             - The Division of Gods -

It Spreads itself Through The Air
Like a Cancer To The Flesh.

                              - The Division of Cells -

He's Taken Shelter From The World,
Right at the Back of His Mind.

                               - The Division of Thought -

All This Worlds a Playground, And All
The Children Have Grazed Knees.

                                - The Similarity of the Human -

The Ethereal Bark Stains, Punched The
Time Card in His Memories.
 
                                - The Manipulation of Nostalgia -

He'll Stand in The Middle of the Swing Set
At 1am, With an Imaginary Sun on his Back.

                                - The Degradation of Purpose -

He Ponders To Himself That Loneliness Has No Alternative.
As He'll Never Share His Mind With Anybody Else. 

                                - The Destruction of Ignorance -

                                    - The Unachievable Bliss -


Details | I do not know? | |

1st world hypocrisy

We may have won the battle, but they never fought the war.

we are living in a rose tinted nation, 
Trying to live up to our own declarations.
Avoiding participation in our own rehabilitation.
Yet we still choose depression as our safety station.

We surround ourselve with distorted imagery.
Illusions and delusions of how we ought to be.
Fighting for democracy and unrealistic dreams of equality.
yet racism still a well known philosophy.

We place our goals just within our reach.
We use empty books to educate and teach.
We memorise our perfect speech, tick the box 'donate to aid relief'.
Yet obesity is our number one retreat.

We follow the rules on how to behave .
Make notes of what and to whom we gave.
Pray to god and you will be saved, for all our sins he did forgave.
yet a mortgage pays for the tombstone on our grave.

Our eyes have closed in this rose tinted nation.
As the economy rose we sacrificed our identification.
Lost our salvation in the walls of our self built concentration.
And we pity them with their lack of complication.


Details | Free verse | |

I am Angry You See

(The voice of a Native American)

I am Angry You See

I am angry you see
Do I not have a right to be?

You and your kind took everything from me
Before you came my people were free
You took my home, my food, 
Finally you took my land
I will never understand
You made up reasons to kill
Your ruthlessness to fulfill

I’m Angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

As General:

You led soldiers in battle
You treated men like cattle
While you sat upon a horse
You had no remorse
You watched your soldiers die
You didn’t even cry
 
I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?


Your soldiers killed our braves
But this  wasnot enough for you
You did what was a common to do
You raided our camps, killing the wise
With no reason my people you despise
Our homes you ravaged
And you called us the savage

I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

Years have come and gone since those days
You have not changed your warring ways
You seek land not your own
This bountiful land you have abused and overgrown
I watch you from the Happy Hunting ground where I now reside
I see floods and tragedies your treachery provides

I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?



Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Samaritans

Joanna Davis

How much are you… willing to give?
Lay down your life so they may live.
In this cold world when passions flame
burns so bight beneath your name.

I still believe in what your said…
that time will come in days ahead
when love and hope will rule the day
Hate is forced to run away.

I look for your face, you hold my hand
Give me the grace to understand
Tell me now, what I should do?
Strength of will to see it through

Justice cowers, forced to hide
Too afraid to step outside
Could you stand firm of foot and say
I'll not let fear get in my way?

When a cold white world freezes the truth
Stillborn’s the child and stunts the youth?
Justice is blind, for if she saw, 
She’d cry her eyes till they were raw. 

I know you not; you know me less 
With broken bone do I confess
Sightless eyes feel the pain,
of ruptured heats and punctured vain.

Sole less; heatless, skeletal, carcass. 
Statue standing, arms erect
Belches out the crown’s reject. 
Justice tight shuts her sight from view
With all that blood...well wouldn’t you?


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The Complainer

They wake up emotionless every morning, guess who,
You don't speak to them until spoken to,
Your right, The Complainer Boo.

Their always right even when wrong, guess who,
that one across the table criticizing you,
your right ,The Complainer Boo.

Nothing pleases them at least for long, guess who,
boredom sets in and the world is wrong,
your right, The Complainer Boo.

Don't think you can change them it will never work,
Just consider your life has a little Quirk....


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bipolar Realization

If I skip sleep or refuse to take my
med's against my doctor's warning, I hear
radio voices at night in my ear;
the voices unhinge me as no one's nearby 
when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply
with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear--
I am committed two or three times a year.
It puts my whole life on total standby!
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a real challenge,
a test to surmount--a thing to exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some evil result
of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.




Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | Lyric | |

Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

ZION

I ask…myself

Where does hope reside
In one’s spirit

Despite obstacle’s
The journey continues

Yesterday cannot be relived
To exact will

For tomorrow’s truth
Lingers for no man

There is no victory
In returning to yesterday

Though we all desire
Our memories to be reborn

The promise must be held
Throughout the daily struggle

It is the clear mind that sees
Zion is only a lifetime distant

The answer…myself


Details | Sonnet | |

What is Man

What is man, his flesh got without assent,
Or the broad brushstrokes of his star filled mind.
Neither will sit for another's judgement.
One is chance, the other of boundless kind.
Perhaps man is his actions, though so oft
They go wrong or are unintended acts.
And desires remain surfeit or un-soft
Propel rash deeds, dark thoughts and sordid pacts.
If action alone can not define man
For marred by accident; then is intent
The mark to judge.  But intent is more wan
Than acts, for can only be guessed at bent.
What is man, neither flesh nor mind, if not
Whom he loves and for whom his hate is hot.


Details | Rhyme | |

June Bugs

It’s dusk in Texas in May 
Keeping the June Bugs at bay 
Citronella works in a way 
Creepy-crawlies more dense in the day 

Reading Kafka but only halfway 
Focus not with it today 
As the candle attracts other array 
Wish they’d get out of the way 

Reflecting on what I have done 
"Metamorphosis" not accession 
Possibly carved out more than a pun 
For others to enjoy modest fun 

Glad not to have invented the gun 
Or to have met Attila the Hun 
Had my short day in the sun 
Did nothing to force me to run 

Still have more than a quarter 
And weary of being a boarder 
Must get out from the eye of my warder 
Honestly don’t wish to court her 

My first stint here close to the border 
And my stay getting shorter and shorter 
Too many creatures for sorter 
There I will find a "Castle" of High Order


Details | Rhyme | |

Begin to Live

Knowing his plan and staying on course, You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we’ve come to know Him. Never doubt He’s always there! Forever and ever you’re in His care. As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow. You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know. The beauty of love that’s only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live.
Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Dreamer

I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
 


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Positive Thinking

I will think positive so I can be,
To think of defeat means only to lose,
 So I shall think of how winning suits me,
And how I will live my life as I choose,
It’s all in my mind and my mind thinks free.

The power of thought, a wonderful thing,
My philosophy that lifts my heart high,
I believe in rainbows where bluebirds sing,
And if I want to, I can kiss the sky,
And it doesn’t matter what dark clouds bring. 





Form: Sicilian Quintrains


Details | Rhyme | |

The Inner Spy

Underneath the watchful sky
Lies the stealthy, fickle spy;
Hidden eyes that we forget,
That sets in stone what we regret.

Unravelling webs of our deciet,
No secret can we truely keep.
That little voice within your ear
Makes consciousness a thing to fear.

Unforgiving of hearts desires
And never fooled by crafty liars;
A witness to our deepest shame,
Pointing out what's ours to blame.

Underpinned by the pursuing lens;
Inside and out, it never ends.
And no respite can be found alone,
Surveillance even invades our home.

Unconscious devices shape our path,
Yet we never have the final laugh.
The joke's on us, but we're the last to see,
That freedom really isn't for free.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Lyric | |

The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


Details | Rhyme | |

I am color blind


Multihued lights flash fervently, On naked illusion draped eyes zealously, All shut and secured to colored vision, Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison. Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit, It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit. I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be, But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me. It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind, But because I am color blind. It‘s not because I am in hate or in love, But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how………… I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world, I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled. But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined, I possess an unsound mind and am color blind. No matter what I do or where I go, Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know. Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread? Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red? Who can tell me where it is defined? I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind. Where is the orange of the sun? Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. Where is the blue from the sky? Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. Where is the green from the grass? Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. If all of us of the human race, Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place, All walls and barriers raised to the ground, Then I would be content to stay color blind


Details | ABC | |

AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


Details | Terza Rima | |

A teacher above all else

A clear view of the Arabian blue
I don’t ‘inch’ closer, I ‘mile’ ahead 
In a relaxed cockpit, shared by two.

A proud teacher, my knowledge I spread
‘To fly they must have flown before’
Break this infinite loop; I choose instead 

Let them learn, I don’t keep score.
Even if mistakes are made;
To make them like me, I will ignore.

The airstrip is small, a challenging glade.
Mangalore approaches, I flew from Dubai,
My fingers remain crossed, I am little afraid.

The plane crashes, sixty and hundred die.
I teach others rules. But rules - to me they don’t apply.


Based on the theme from the novel Airframe from Michael Crichton superimposed on the ill-
fated plane crash Air India Express Flight 812, on 22 May 2010. 




















Details | Free verse | |

TO BEND THE DATE PALM

Know that you can't bend
the date palm down on knees
and crouching meekness like
supliant pines bent low by 
brazen hands and bronze 
wires wound on 
kiln-glazed
vase.

Know it will 
with straight trunk,
task your patience, will
and power, ere it lays
down on the sun-scorched
sands its straight-ribbed,
lethal-bladed leaves.

Know for sure, 
there's grace and beauty
in a bonsai-ed tree 
to quench your thirsting
heart. Alas! for dates,
for always, you will scale
the heights to harvest 
sweetness hungered for, 
or be just there content
with dust-caked windfall
strewn on desert dunes.


Details | I do not know? | |

An American Hoax

Give me your poor and downtrodden,
‘Cause they don’t ever vote.
Cast your ballots in late fall or winter.
For those without a coat,

Set up precincts to far to walk,
For those without a car,
And ask for ID at the door,
For those without a card,

Make healthcare an issue,
For those who are too sick,
And fool the elderly,
Into making the wrong pick,

And should the race for power,
Ever become too short,
They reset the districts,
Or settle it in a court,

Voting in America,
Is now a big joke,
As poor and middle class,
Fall for the hoax,

Now wouldn’t it be great,
If all of us counted,
If we all had a voice,
Which wasn’t discounted,

Torn is the American dream,
In our land of liberty,
We need a new vision,
And we need a new dream,

One where we all count,
Where we all are heard,
Why can’t we wise up,
And why can’t we learn,

Too long have we been idle,
Its time we spoke up,
The rich are our rivals,
Its time we woke up,

So when they cast ballots,
And you’re nowhere to be found,
Watch as the powers trample,
Your rights into the ground,

If the lives of your children,
Can’t make you react,
Then you can watch them die,
And come home in a sack,

If the lives of your parents,
Can’t bring you to action,
Then watch them eat dogfood,
Or other poor rations,

If the lives of the poor,
Don’t interest you,
Then watch the crime lords,
Grow in power too,

If the lives of your family,
Can’t make you vote,
Then watch them get poorer,
In next Tuesday’s hoax.


Details | Sonnet | |

Petrarchan Sonnet: If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world

Petrarchan Sonnet: If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world

If no one else breathed in this wide, wide world
   Will one know one exists under this sun
Or how will he guess he’s the only one
   If none thought of him in some other world

Will he then climb upon some hill all bold
   To announce: Where is there another son
Not just the wayward scowling wind undone
   By thunder – great tyrant out to scold

Alone bears this man the pain of mankind
   Left to look for answers in porous sky
None else around to guide his erring hand

If he but an instant shut his lone mind
   Even an attosecond long gone by
Will earth and sky stay true not second hand.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


Details | Narrative | |

BIG data

So, I'm told I have 100 billion neurons
(by someone ignorant of youth's indiscretions)
each with about a thousand synapses,
to connect its own specific grandeur or fear
to a grand of other neurons and their neuroses

and all of these cadre's and feeling tentacles
are always moving - reaching - searching,
for input and an interested listener
for minute sparks of insights they may have,
maybe a few a second, and over the course of time
they begin to add up - these datum of days

Significant amounts of minutia and marvels 
in my minute-to-day-to-decade-to-lifetime
collection of me, in my own Icloud of inputs
what more could a sentient mind want but
a spoonful of sugar, and some free radicals
to really open up the ol' data pipes

BIG data, is what life's all about 
these days, of statistical medians and means, 
trying always to crunch our cramponed boots
to the top of the standard deviation curve
and look out at all the rest of 
experience below us, our own vista of life

Racks of digitals softly hum to us in our society
and like us, this evolution (perhaps) of life
abhors to throw anything back to the world
without gleaning profit or meaning from it,
no digital potato peels or binary bones tossed
without a specific mission statement satisfied

So, it's not so different today, in "modern" times
as it was back then, when chain-mailed or toga'd 
or animal skinned, or just buck-naked, we took 
in everything that we could as individuals, 
and stored its meaning, its grief, its joy,
part of our memories stock-in-trade for 
the core analytical questions of "what?" and "why?"

© Goode Guy 2012-11-16

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_data


Details | Kimo | |

It Depends which Wolf - - -

Your personality is apparent - It depends which wolf you feed. A graveyard of regrets.
Only a mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf. ~ Aldo Leopold


Details | Narrative | |

The Human Being : Object of lust

Tear away her skin, her bones,
Watch her curves move through...her tones
explore her body curiouser... and curiouser....
Sandwich her, squeeze her till her blood flows...
Let your sperms kill her, drown her in her woes.

Afterwards tell her how unattractive she is, how you hate her, loathe her, the mother of
your kids.
challenge her, walk away, leave her to lick her wounds.
Tell yourself its okay, this is what she chose!

Lie to her, abandon her and consume her soul,
Tell yourself its okay one day she will feel whole!

Trample her crush her... tell her how she is all wrong.
Tell yourself its okay she wont last for long.

Push her away till she falls over the edge...
But she will always come back.... for its your daughter she bred!


Details | Rhyme | |

Dancing Sheep

When the pen has lost its way
When ideas and ink run dry
Leave the desk and turn away
Take what wings you have and fly
Leave facts and figures on the page
Free your dreams from fettered sleep
And let them take you from the stage
To floating fields and dancing sheep.

For all we are is never told
Nor ever measured by the eye
Mostly unseen we just grow old
And no one sees us passing by
We are the tethered fantasy
Most of the time we do not care
For most of what the others see
Is only what we choose to wear

But in the mind's eye's overview
We see the parts, the acts we play
We know the scripts we follow through
Just waiting for the perfect day
And maybe, one untroubled night,
We'll quietly wish upon a star
And in that moment's grip, we might,
Have just a glimpse of who we are.


Details | Free verse | |

Pills

Now when I was a young man 
I didn’t need pills everything worked
I wasn’t a fan 

But now that I'm old 
I need pills everyday 
One to lower my blood pressure 
Another to keep the cholesterol away 

Now I have a new one 
To keep my mind straight 
And because of this 
I can’t ejaculate 

It’s good for an old man to stay hard for so long 
But even for that 
I need a pill for that schlong

I wonder whats next in the pill world for me 
Maybe a pill 
So I can pee 

They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged 
But keeping them straight 
Is making me deranged 

I need a pill to tell me what pill and when 
Because for the life of me 
I forget now and then 

I can’t tell the difference between the colors of each  
If I take the wrong one 
I have a hard on and no speech 

Now all these little pills 
Cost a pile of bills 
Which causes me 
Lots of stress and ill 

No more pills thank you 
I’ve had my fill 

Eric (and always will be)  
 


Details | Haiku | |

Memories Lost

Memories Lost


past entangled snares
heavy laden under mire
lurk memories lost

deeply seeded held
cleverly hidden in mist
are memories lost

heaving  hoeing
ebbing flowing never showing
all memories lost

~deborah burch©
4/28/2012


Details | Lay | |

Plight Or Divined Flight

This is confusion at its best
One's will has been put to the test
This concerns the crossing of line
Events all do play out just fine
Consider this before you whisk
The reward is more than the risk
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
The condition of heart and mind 
They really put us in a bind
Yes, true life is all about change
Though we try not to rearrange
Sometimes we try do what is right
Knowing it is well beyond sight
Whenever you feel the wind blow
Try to understand this and know
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Baby eagle steps off the cliff
Spread your wings sweet baby for lift
Soar the heavens way up above
Along side his heavenly dove
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Remember the climb of trunk slow
For those of you whom in the know
Again the spreading of wings
Sailing upon wind as though sings
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Free verse | |

a few times

a few times
you said i was beautiful
and i flew
off  a lemon 
to the top of the moon
and rode to mars
in a silver tipped spoon

and when you thought 
i was ugly
i swept dirt off the floor
of a storm pitched sea
and ate raisins 
in a egg shell tree

by janetta


Details | I do not know? | |

Hate

Gliding menacingly
about the fringes of our psyche
bent on crushing compassion
it grows.
Ugly malfeasant in cause
to judge the color of skin
to create battles ‘tween beliefs
it grows
Wandering proudly
behind white masks of innocence
coldly, diligently stalking thee
it grows
Seizing tightly in its grasp
with snaking tendrils of ice
piercing body and soul complete
it grows
Corrupting entirely
guiding a most gentle man
through gates of hell incarnate
it grows
Beware my friend
who piously declares divinity
you may be taken unawares
it grows
Touch tenderly their hand 
lay palm on their breast feel a beating heart
into their eyes peer deeply, see their life
it dies


Details | Couplet | |

A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN

A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN

Easy to love
Easy to bed
This is the trap
driving nice men to wed

Easy to cry
Easy to sob
Then he'll be mangled 
Like corn on a cob


Easy to spend
Easy to lose
This is the life
That most fellows choose

Just call a lawyer
He’ll fix it for you
Get rid of the woman
Who snazzles the screw

Pack up the kids--
Send them to mom--
Hope their new school
Has no majors in bombs

Find a new wife
Any looker will do
A paper doll woman
Is easy for you

Work and grow old
It's usual to do
Find someone to hold
Never fret about ‘true’

But

If you’re a man
With an itch to break molds
There lurks a companion
To have and to hold

Don’t look in a bar
Or pick-up soiree
Stay off of the sites
featuring boobs of the day

haunt musty books
near old movie shows
Find someone laughing
Or blowing her nose

a genuine character
packs humor and wit
When brains are a match
other parts learn to fit


Details | Romanticism | |

OPEN OUR EYES

Bend down from your perch so high
Touch the Earth and open your eyes
Choked with concrete and steel
Death is a certainty and finality real
Overpopulation and destruction rampant
Consumption and spoil is a constant
Obsession for possession of power
While the lowly crouch and cower
Repetition to the closed in mind
Revelations they will never find
The hopelessness of the human condition
As they race headlong into perdition
Could be reversed by a simple deed
If we would but fervently heed
Bend down from our perch so high
Touch the Earth and open our eyes.
 



Details | Rhyme | |

Philosophies Fire

Had I but a moment of insight true,
To echo notes of Homer's Lyre,
And wrestle from stars which I pursue,
The arctic chill of philosophies fire,

I'd wander the depths of my Eleusinian soul,
Pray the orphic note endure,
And through an image cast upon a stone,
Rise from the visible to the obscure,

And blessed may I carry in life's early prime,
Danu's symphony, hallowed vibrations,
The ethereal soul through heights sublime,
The emerging light of primordial creations


Details | Ode | |

Bathsheba

The juggler moves his fingers fast, 
he likes to smile and to deceive, 
when people laugh at his recast, 
his goal's higher things to achieve, 
for Bathsheba applauds and laughs.

Her hands she claps with sullen glee, 
changed him to a marionette, 
that sprawls for her obediently, 
       jinxed tragicomical duette, 
       he jumps defeating gravity.

The juggler walks on tightened rope, 
St. Bernard will protect his act, 
frail equilibrium's postponed, 
he'll pass across, crows' croaks detract, 
agleam granite pavement's below.

Unmoved he laid, (lost souls misgive) , 
the juggler sprawled did not bemoan, 
the sawbones's charlatan and thief, 
as Bathsheba failed to dethrone, 
the clown's tangential unknown grief.

© G. V. 12/23/2012, All Rights Reserved
( Iambic tetrameter form.)


Details | Rhyme | |

Cure Mine of The Dark

You’ll write a beautiful melody,
If it’s truly from the heart.
So first I’ll find the remedy,
To cure mine of the dark.
But holy light and blind eyes,
Are keeping me apart,
From the answers, to the questions,
that are making things so hard.

Find me a sin,
You think that I wouldn’t commit.
And use it to begin,
To make me laugh again. 
Find me a loose end,
I don’t know how to tie.
Sometimes I wish for the truth,
But all I get are lies. 

I don’t need the good life,
I just want a sliver.
You say always go for gold but I,
I’m fine with a lining that’s silver.
I can live with a just a hand to hold,
But who could love a sinner?
Maybe I can hide inside the dark,
So turn the lights down dimmer. 

I said find me a sin,
You think that I wouldn’t commit.
And use it to begin,
To make me laugh again. 
Find me a loose end,
I don’t know how to tie.
Sometimes I wish for the truth,
But all I get are lies. 


Details | Free verse | |

In Time

in some places there
         are
triple direction pathways
         forked
by moonlit freedom of will
           or
       imagination
process parallelograms mockingly
          flow-
charted retrograde inside
       or beyond
excruciating blissfulness
          foreseen
by therapeutic forefathers in
           treason
of religion by mutiny of
           mind
wrapped up pentagrams and
          ladders
ever higher while ham bakes
           truth
underneath silver mines of
blackened trees scoped through
relative lenses closing in on
           gravity
  slowly drowning in preciously
           metered
  time


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Free verse | |

In League with Others

I am in league with the roses,
Petals askew in a scarlet conspiracy

Oh I am in league with the roses,
Swaying along in this lover’s confederacy;

I’m in league with the devils,
A mob together raging alight

I’m in league with the devils,
Our very breaths fanning our damned plight;

And with the clouds I have marched abreast,
Bringing storm and heavens in tow

For amongst the clouds I have marched abreast, 
Purpose seeded in the sky to grow;

I am a hire sword in league with grander designs,
Through all of which I am never prone

Yes, I am a hireling in league with foreign designs,
Happy that I am never still to stand alone.
 


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


Details | Prose Poetry | |

DRUNK AND IGNORANT

A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

birds sing sweetly

they're bickering 
in the swing, while
birds sing sweetly


Details | Lyric | |

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.    


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


Details | Epitaph | |

Destitutions Curse

A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow

Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice 

Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities

Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth


Details | Epithalamium | |

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


Details | Ballade | |

Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me


Details | Rhyme | |

Shining Stars

Step by step we walk the wire
elevations are high to which we aspire
eyes see life's illusion so straight and true
till the burdens added eclipse that view

adjustments made we stay on track
death through wars you can't go back
can we win without someone to blame
in the circle of life we all live with shame

a glow in the darkness a shining star
children's voices echo from near and far
a smile from one leaves insanity disturbed
a relief from burdens in a land that's absurd

insanity, unbalance we can keep them at bay
help and encourage our treasure's today
children are the wealth in this absurd land
Hope you realize this before deaths at hand

A final thought or "coup de gras"
death is the thief of all shining stars


Details | Free verse | |

Dagger Eyes

Cultured and polished, 
so suave and debonair,
You stand amidst a cyclone, 
moving not a hair.
You’re quite the handsome fellow, 
your lips a wicked leer,
You strike me with your dagger eyes, 
and inject me with your fear.
I’ve finally moved beyond you, mind, 
to a heaven high above, 
far from this dome that you call home, 
a prison without love

http://lovestruehome.com/


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Free verse | |

Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...


"...to love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando


Details | Rhyme royal | |

TEAR GAS TICKET


TEAR GAS TICKET

Gotta get home.
Comin' on night.
Notta time to roam.
Air tastin' fight.

Me, jump on a ride--
toward my town.
Tout, he says with pride--
‘Best bus around’

Next guy says to me
‘Drivers start strike--
We just have to see
What this ride’s like.’

Strikers kiss their stones
To Throw them straight.
'God please get me home--
It's gettin' on late.'

white gal slinks down
covers her face
she's just like me
needs a hidin' place

Strikers kiss their rocks.
Wounded bus jolts.
Me, I worry clocks
While street revolts.

Army trucks here--
Green pour out.
Driver looks scared,
So does tout.

Pop and pop again--
Know that sound.
Tear gas kiss eye
Tanks rumble ground.

Safe inside the bus--
white gal and me,
Stink kills all the fuss
And home goes we!


NOTE:  tout (rhymes with out) is the bus conductor--his job is to hawk until bus is full

PLACE:  Nairobi, Kenya   11/28/2012  during political unrest before elections


Details | Ballade | |

When the moment comes

When the moment comes

When the moment comes
That I’m bound to leave this shell
Whether I go to Heaven
Or to some a fiery hell
Or even if I float around 
In limbo till forever
When that moment comes
If folk all get together….

I hope that they will speak of me
With some kind of respect
Because at some time in my life
On me I did reflect
And asked forbidden questions
Though I never followed none
I did learn at the deepest level
That all of us are one.

This is what I did find out
By searching deep within
That if one hurts another soul
This be no way to win
It’s just themselves, that they be hurting
There is no separation
I hope that when I leave this shell
This will be my revelation.

19 December 2013 @ 1110hrs.


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Silence Whispers

Silence whispers
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes
That sighs through your hair
And susurrates the saplings

Taciturn memories
Moment of yesterdays…
Hushed hopes of tomorrow
Fragile reticent promises…
A phantom spectacle

Forever unattainable
Remote and distant
These frivolous voices
Softly murmuring out
Sweet essence breezes

Lost aspirations
Callously blown caveats…
Gently muted choices
Easy and idle thoughts…
Silence whispers 


Details | Ballad | |

Time to Add More Love

The world's just not the same
This empire in decline
Roses don't smell as sweet
Only grow half their size

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say...

Baby, doesn't it make you want to cry?

Let's protect ourselves 
From the coming flood
Won't need no bullets
Just our shield of love

Let's protect ourselves
From the coming storm
Won't need no raincoats
While love keeps us warm

Time to put more wood
On the dying fire
Of hope

Time to add more love
Gonna raise this
Sinking boat

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say....

Baby doesn't it make you want to cry?

You're all I need
To get through this 
Doom and gloom
Your love for me
And my love for you.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE HORSE'S MOUTH (for Debbie, Alec & John)

                                                      The Horse's Mouth
 
Sadly missed fortunes and loves of the past ...
Does the future reflect only shadows thus cast?

Will the quest for love's song, so hard and so long, end before chasms so vast?
Or does it reveal paths lost, too elusive to grasp, to light the way at last?
 
Well said by John L. to go forward is Hell  when direction may not be so certain.
But straight from "The Horse's Mouth" comes a sober reflection:

We have to know when we succeed ... and when we  fail ... and the reason why!
For after all, surrender we must to follow our hearts, or we won't be happy when we ... 


Dedicated to Alec G., John L. and especially Debbie D. for their love and inspiration!


Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



Details | Rhyme | |

Why Bother

They interrupted my regular show
with a Presidental report today!
But before Obama came on the screen,
we were told exactly what he would say!

Yeah, before he came on we were told
what his speech was all about.
Evidently, these reporters must feel
we're too dumb to figure it out!

Once his speech was over,
once the final page was read,
These reporters came back on again,
and told us what he said!

If they're gonna tell us what he'll say,
and after, what he said,
why have Obama come on at all?
They - should make the speech instead!

Besides, if we're not smart enough
to decipher his intent,
why even make us listen?
Us dummies may misinterpret what he meant!


Details | Free verse | |

Pure Denial

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Free verse | |

Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there comes a Time
When little girls Glance
and little boys Giggle
When Hearts open Wide
and Welcome in Fools
And Big, Strong men 
tell weak little Lies
And tiny, sweet Women
Feign Loving Smiles
all the while
Knowing--
but Avoiding the Truth
It is a Time of Discovery—
When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there is Love in the air
There is Beauty surrounding
And Birds everywhere
Let the Delicate aroma
Whisper along the Breeze
Enticing each Nostril—
Encouraging a sneeze
Many Secrets are embedded--
sealed inside each Breath 
of fresh Sweetness
and within the Petal
of each miniature Lavender Star
Never to be Revealed--
When the Lilacs Bloom


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Me

Thoughts roll out 
like marbles on glass 
each one seperate 
but distinctly familiar 
Emotional tidal waves 
swaying, rolling, pervading 
but dissappearing through self reflection 
growth and maturity presently 
taking me to a higher level 
like if I were KRS-1 
a microphone legend 
for I have demons forever teaching lessons 
locked in my basement 
never to be shown 
I wear no emporer's clothes 
My attention dissaptes naturally 
simultaneously traveling among 
various identities 
Impulsivity collides with integrity 
I recognize my humanity, morality, iniquity 
and the limitary of my traveling road show 
that ever grows 
but does not define me 


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Acrostic | |

Happy New Year

H olding on to
A tumultuous 
P ast will never bring about any
P roperity in 
Y our life.

N othing is new under the sun;
E specially all the bad things 
W e as people go through.

Y ou always have something good to look forward 
E very time 
A new year comes around because the true
R iches of God's love and hope for us is meant for everyone!


Details | Free verse | |

Word Impression Poem 2: Airling

Oh how fine it might be,
But for a day or two,
To be an airling again;
Clean of conscience
And innocent of what hurts
I may have caused,
For I'd never yet then
Intended any of them.

Age is wisdom, true.
But it's also a tapestry of little guilts,
Amid still littler expiations.


Details | Ballade | |

The archers bow

Archers Bow.

Words may fly like arrows
From the deadly archers bow
They have a lot of power
‘Depends which way they go.
I’ve seen them make a whole crowd cry
{They could cause some poor soul to die}
Guard them well, let them spread joy
Just let them heal
But not destroy.

Oh go you easy writing friends
Be very careful, words offend!
For some folk, they be sensitive
My friends be careful what you give.
Responsibility be yours
For the arrows from your bow
So watch thee well the words you choose
For with them love must flow.

Oh, let your words be arrows
All dipped in harmony
Then left to seep in happiness
And the juice of liberty.
Then bend your bow, and let it go
These arrows be your song…
So let your arrows aim to heal
Then love may carry on.


Details | Free verse | |

Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical desire;
So all encompassing it’s grasp;
A curse of eternal thirst- 
Though we are drowning.
Hands desperately scratching for a life raft
That is secretly made of the same water we drown in.
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”


Details | Ninette | |

Teaches Them

They 
act on
one's spoken
superlatives
that do be boastful
conveying this
they are not
who say
they


Comes 
always
before the
fall is great pride
just part of the ride
turn of the tide
what's inside
self pride
goes

Hold
steadfast
this feeling
humility
fall away false pride
arrogance gone
courage to
remain
bold


Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rambling of a Faith Poet

Sometimes it is hard to know what to write or when to write when you have just about every
thought possible flowing through your head. I wonder, "Should I please the public with
how "poetic" I am or should I please You? I know what the answer is but at times I'm 
worried about being liked or whether people get me. Is my belief in Your Son too far
above their heads or will they get it? Should I even worry about public opinion? Of
course I know as a follower of Christ, sharing my testimony and telling them about the
Lord is what I'm supposed to do. On the other hand, have I become to preachy and
dull? Am I shoving my beliefs down their throats? Then I realize, didn't Jesus make
himself of no reputation? Everybody thought that He was weird, blasphemous and not
qualified to tell them anything when it came to how they were living. I'm only here to do
what He wants me to do, nothing more, nothing less. If I do my part, the right people will
hear it, love it and appreciate it. All I should do, is write the word and leave all my
"rambling worries" to Him.


Details | Couplet | |

Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




Details | Couplet | |

MY BEST BAD CHOICE poetry contest ADULTERY

        MY BEST BAD CHOICE

Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low

“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”

My heart caught 
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it

A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore

On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins

And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink

Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets

Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should

A straying man on marriage seas
Navigates adulteries

When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”

MORAL 1:

Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts

MORAL 2:

Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.




Victoria Anderson-Throop
Oct 10, 2012


Details | Verse | |

I'm sorry

I'm sorry for you, for all I DID mean to.
I'm sorry for truth yelling under the letters.
I'm sorry for gloom I used to be into.
I'm sorry for words that were ment to be better.

I'm sure you'll learn how to be optimistic,
and all of your sorrow will burst in a firework.
I'm sure you'll taste both the carrot and broomstick,
and critic with sarcasm will become a fair quirk.

I'm sure you'll manage to blow off the ceilings,
to do something wierd, worth to be accused of.
I hope that you'll learn to sort out the feelings
and born the new tenet out of the used stuff.

I want you to find something to govern.
I wish you object every slightest assurance.
I warn you to leave any secret uncovered
so it won't appear as nightmare to you once.

Be careful with matches, refuel the gaslight, 
extinguish the candle, let the night to mourn.
I'd say, single point to fear the Last fight:
to set Life aside until you'll have to moor.

8.04.2013
NikA


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Trivial Advice IXV





           ---------

*****Never quote' Scripture to an Idiot'.  Fore he will always' have
         the tendency to recreate it's instance and use it for his own
         benefit. This is not to his avail....but, to the detriment of his
         Souls' foundation!

                               GF


Details | Free verse | |

adjust

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust


Details | Free verse | |

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Plausible Denial

T'is politics where man excels, 
for it protects the lies they tell. 
Of pomp and ceremony he employs, 
voters manipulated like children's toys.

Wars are started, a game of chess 
and religion does so happily bless.
Sons and daughters sent far to protect, 
with allowances made for only the select.

Exceptions made for those with class, 
or for those with plenty of political cash. 
Favors, tickets, given to good friends, 
on their value, everyone depends. 

Bill of Rights, one must pay the price, 
to the big cheese controlling the mice.
A democratic society is but a veil, 
to hide the reality of its jail. 

Charisma is much more highly rated,
agendas becoming under-stated. 
We buy the package with a smile, 
when truths revealed, there's plausible denial.

Promises, promises, we hope they will keep 
and so we wait like docile sheep. 
Fed from the bail full of manure,
a steady diet for the intellectually poor. 

We don't debate the issues, just the grin, 
suave and debonair will usually win. 
Enjoying wine, women and so much song, 
when will we figure out, where we went wrong. 

Ahhh, not until headlines splash across a screen,
then we lament, the end of the dream. 
Politics and religion, strange bedfellows do make,
for power corrupts, man's soul it will take.

In the end we'll say, we were just fooled, 
t'was common sense that was over-ruled.
Blinded where we, by the good and the brave, 
too late to complain, when we lie in our grave.  




Details | Lyric | |

The certainty of you

A tribute to John and Carla Sherman at 'Just one look'

You can listen to the preachers
And the high priests, they as well
You can hear those Gurus speaking
You can think about endless Hell
It don’t matter what you’re doing
There’s just one thing to do
Look into the certainty of you.

You can do your meditation
Your Yoga, or Tai Chi
You can sail across the oceans
Seek help across the seas
There’s many who would help you
But you have to pay the price
But look at you, this be real good advice.

Take a look within you
And see what hides in there
Listen well to what the man has said
The one you thought was you
You’ll not find him everywhere
Turn around and look inside your head.

You can be a good or bad man
Or act jut like a drag
Overlook old ancient truths
Drink a beer or have a fag
Just take a look inside yourself
And see the one you be
Then in the end the truth shall set you free.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Think You Are The Cheap And Not Me ......

Showing me the expensive bangle on her wrist
She asked, "Will you buy me something like this ? "
If you do, you can take me out again
What do you say ' Yes ' or ' No ' ?

Looking at the bangle I knew it cost a lot
To take her out for a hot date
One day a bangle, another day a necklace
Her needs will never end until my pocket is empty

I managed to get a fake smile on my face
I saw another fake smile on her crooked face
I knew money is the only reason for this date
Her eyes are not on my face but on the bulged wallet 

It won't last long and it's unhealthy
I told to myself without thinking twice
Somehow I happend to control myself
I just said, " You get nothing when you come with me ".

Her response was so quick,"You are so cheap "
I had a hysteric laugh inside me 
I said loud to her , "I think you are the cheap and not me" '
"You know why? You come for something and not for Love " 

I am not looking for that kind of date
It is easy to get and I don't need it 
She tried to change the topic, "I was just kidding you" 
I knew it is a lie and I put a full stop on that relationship.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


Details | Lyric | |

A Tangled Curse

Sightless visions of this world
Collapsing reason, the rising scared
Disillusion breaking bonds
The gravity of this collective song

The undeterred replacing truth
Teach detachment to the youth
Complexity and blinding games
Reattaching trauma’s shame

Cold perception blaming loss
Upon reflections in the frost
Banished hearts creating schemes
Against ourselves; this broken theme

The self-receptive caught within
The fear of self within their skin
It’s in this place we choose our worth
While people fight upon the earth

The gravity that passes by
We’re falling down, or into the sky
No more places left to hide
We forgive the past, or our future dies

This illusion breaking fast
We fight against the spells we cast
Between the earth and universe
We must dissolve this tangled curse


Details | Narrative | |

Silence


Silence can be deafening 
or scream so loud it hurts your ears.
Silence can bring peace and quiet
a space in time to slow down
and change gears. 
Silence can be torture 
filling one with fear. 
Silence can be loves waiting game
causing pain and tears.
Silence can say so many things 
it can even confirm your worst fears.
Silence can do many things,
except it can't see the tears it can't hear.


Kash was my muse for this poem with his Haiku My Voice.


Details | Ballade | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hands of Time

Often I dream what my life would be
if only other choices were made;
if only…
what?
How wonderful to turn back the hands of time.

Often I dream to soothe ill I may have caused
if only those mistakes weren’t made;
if only…
what?
How wonderful to turn back the hands of time.

Often I dream to mold the future as I wish
if only I’d thought of that sooner
if only…
what?
How wonderful to turn back the hands of time.

Often I think how thankful I am
For a life that’s been so full;
for…
What?
Everything.


Details | Limerick | |

New Years Resolution

Resolutions fruitful tricks on mind,
Some reality, some so unkind,
They are just promises.
Other compromises,
They often suspend and rob one blind.

Though we keep on making them each year,
Sometimes bringing smiles or single tear,
No, matter what they are.
Ordinary or bizarre,
We take new steps, staying all old fear.

My resolution, be more funny.
Stir my funny bone for my honey.
To bring her more laughter,
Sharing smiles thereafter,
We need, joy, happiness, not money.


Written for

Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire 
Contest Name New Year's Resolutions 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Thoughts

Thought are only feelings too,
Thoughts that I think so often of you.

Feelings are my sensations within,
The mud and the rubbish,
The diamond ring.

Sensations are the messages you send to me,
A sword, a cross, an olive tree.

So many images flash through my mind,
So many feelings to which I am blind.

So many thoughts that I never dare think,
Like old dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.

Hidden away beneath the shit, 
The mud the blood and the rest of it.

Thoughts and feelings lost in the wind,
What really mattered is hidden within.

Within the noise, the laughing crowds,
Between the lines of a song sang loud.

A whispered caress, a gentle breeze,
A butterfly's wing, down on my knees.

Beneath the thoughts, behind the scene,
Under the feelings and what has never been.

Though the holes in time and space,
What is always forgotten, your long lost face.

Shining brightly for all to see,
It was never you, it was always me.

Always me down in this pit,
Thinking and fighting to make sense of it.

Always me blocking the way,
Blocking  the door to keep out the day.

Always me who had the last word,
Propping up, the blind and absurd.

Always me with something to say,
Thinking and feeling my life away.


Details | Free verse | |

The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**


Details | Free verse | |

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."


Details | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


Details | Free verse | |

In Bruges: red brick and windmills

        bridges

The kids, their teacher, sprouts and dandelions
the aquarellist and a wet bicycle.
Sit on the worm bench as bytes on the mainframe
wiped pastel of a bright warmth with shades of red

        gray

as I look down I find more than wanted
for god sake, it’s the age throbbing you see  
and frailty, thy name is woman drifts in
been mine for too long in nobis chesterland

        churches

slender cobbled gothics and proud romanesques
the decorum of acolytes and bishop
blesses youthful virginity using gods 
eleventh finger prodding at my tongue

        Florence, Bruges and Ghent

old cities of Europe 
contrast with gadgets
life and hearts
break fast


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

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'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

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Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
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And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


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Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Sonnet | |

" STARS"

"Stars"
I do not know how big they are,
But I can see them twinkle from afar.
Their shape to me is yet unknown,
Still I can see them where ever I go.

Way high up there in the night sky,
Farther than any bird could ever fly.
"How did they get so far away,?"or
"Will they fall down to earth someday?"

When I look through my window late at night,
I stare at those stars,so beautiful and bright.
One day I know there won't be any cars,
But when I look up there will always be stars 


Quentin Alexander Sands


Details | Epigram | |

I CONTEMPLATED

I CONTEMPLATED 


I contemplated reality
As a spectator 
And
Found no answers

I contemplated reality
As a part of it
And 
Stumbled on possibilities  

I contemplated reality  
As a member of it
And 
Faced understanding 

I contemplated reality  
As an agent of it 
And
Discovered the path to
TRUTH!


©Demetrios Trifiatis
    08 February 2013 


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Free verse | |

THE MOON

Like a devoted dog, ignorant of human schemes,
The Moon returns and seems to watch,
Towards worldly affairs she is ambivalent,
Instead she simply shines. 

©david byrne oct ‘12


Details | Light Poetry | |

Over The Hill Footle

what you will
    when over that hill

    well your feet will swell
               and body might smell 
 
                           your hair will grey 
                                  want to be lazy all day

                                         tummy will sag
                                             eyes will bag

                                                    get bunions too
                                                          on heels how shrew

                                                                     lose some teeth
                                                                               OMG good grief

                                                                                         so if you will
                                                                                               take it slowly up that hill


Entry For Brian Strand's 
What You Will Contest

I chose Footle

                                                              

                                                                                                       


Details | Tanka | |

A Secular Battle Cry

all is relative.
all should like to be a part
of this family.
absolutes just exist in
the mind of the creator.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Memory For Which You Cannot Forget


And from the battlefield so does he emerge.
Beaten blood stains his memories.
Such beathy in destruction apon the devils backbone
such powers converge.

Bodies gather tossed into a heap.
he's silent even in his thoughts.
For the madness to one's self is better to keep.

Dying moments at a time.
the field may change death is the same.
Where humans are numbers with a toll
up the ladder he does climb.

The honest view over shadows the 
ignorant few.
Tortured are the memories trapped inside.
Cold steel to which tonight he does confide.

Blood stainded bages how they do gleam.
After years of the twisted vision.
No side has to be right it does seem.

The blood is embedded in his very soul.
No matter the side.
The the memorie alone takes it's toll.    
 
Often we recall alone we regret.
nightmares creep into are waking hours.
So is the victem of the memory forwhich you cannot forget.


Details | Free verse | |

This Tranquility

This Tranquility
    by Amy Swanson




shimmers of light 

                  heaven soft ... 



sparkling stardances

                   moonlit mist ...



                                                      *do you remember*


echoes ...

       (oh so faint)

                   of far away

                                  yesterdays

                                         in my soul's memory




*Glittering*


          *dream-dust*


                        violet *iridescence*


                                        falling new

                            
                                                  re-awakening


                                                       my spirit


                                                   to dream again...


                                              within this ageless garden


                                                     simplicity's oasis

        

Silver-soft

           cascade ...

                  mystic waterfall
 
                             hues of rainbowed light

                                       sun-drenched prisms

                                                       crystalline pure

                                                                   flow down

                                                                          from heaven's realms

~ melting ~

         into this rushing river

                            of my soul...
                  
                                           my
                           
                                                  self...

                                                           with waves of blissful peace



Listen close-!

             serenity's song -- 

 

only the heart 

     can hear

          these gentle strains ... 



                                 melodious enchantment


                                           harmonious 


                                                joyous



Lush forest green -

                   life, alive


                                Warm marigold glow -

                                                    sunshine, envelopes



... all becoming 

                         this tranquility.


Details | Free verse | |

Soul Shadows


Within Our soul are shadows, which we often hide within.
Within our heart are caverns, where the best of us begins.
But layers cloud the tunnels where the ‘all of self’ comes from.
Do we dare reach out to others, to leave the safety of these walls?
Will the cavern deep sustain us, as we venture thru the ether clouds?
Or will we be forever lost, as we swim thru layers, thick with cloud?
Can we venture to other levels without burying the best, deep within?
And can we reach the sunlight, and still remember where we have been?

Changes are inevitable, as are hurt and pain… but if driven deep below?
Can we ever truly come back again, to where the sunlight glows?
With thoughts of humor, love and beauty… Can we travel to the sun?
Or will we be left an empty shell, as innocence is left behind?
Do we know if the changes, will leave a little bit left intact?
Or is it better to go back inside, and never peek without?
Time changes all things, and some things simply must be lost…
But never let the best of us, be torn and then thrown off.

Can we ever truly become, that special something more?
Or are we only soul shadows, of what we were before?
Or is this only a dream, we have been searching for?

Written 9-18-2012


Details | Lyric | |

A Thousand Degrees

Awaken frozen years of fright
The light that died within the night
The last of all you want to be
In eyes that no longer want to see

The turning of your sins to truth
Experience that handed proof
That falling down will make you rise
The mirror burning through your lies

Awaken shivering months of pain
The same old story; same old games
The fear that sunk into your heart
In hate you thought could not depart

Through every hurt that cracks your throne
There’s a silent story to decode
Now understand; ignite your mind
Now light the way and step outside

Awaken screaming days of loss
The counting down of every cost
The breaking child becoming ice
In eyes that suffer a thousand lives

Awaken this moment of return
Though the pain will briefly burn
Step through your shadow and become
The shining light without the sun


Details | Rhyme | |

AC-BC-DC- ---- Peace

When things seem to lose all proportion
And disagreements become the notion
Misunderstandings, (“He said,…she said”)
Differences, righteousness,  (Oh, dread!)
It helps to use some D-C…perhaps a friendly motion
To head off the flack, (as Damage Control)
It may seem absurd, a need to play the role
But, the mediator, the even keel, 
A level head, has great appeal

In case of attack, (whatever it be)
When some are offended…by facts they can’t see
Or if some feel the right, when they strongly disagree
With what others think, or what others may believe,
To bash them or harass them, 
Let us turn on A-C !
To cool down the heat, and clear the air free!

Not to say, we don’t have the right,
To B-C our news....
Just as long as we broadcast without such abuse

We were born with a B-C…written to claim
Signed by our parents, and given our name.
It gives us the right, to live in this land
To worship our own God, to live hand in hand
Whatever our faith, or what we decree
I hope we can be proud, on the day we take leave
When our D-C is printed, declaring desceased…
Let us hope we have honored, a life filled with peace


__________________________________________________________________
DC = damage control
AC = air conditioning
BC = broadcast
BC = birth certificate
DC = death certificate


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

GREATNESS

Why do we presume to be so great
When we hasten so to tempt our fate
Are our souls so in need of danger
Starting thus while in the manger
Bullet proof and over ten feet tall
Flying way before we can crawl
Drawn always to a brilliant light
Oblivious to our perilous plight
We run and rage on every page
Never heeding the advice of sage
Charging headlong into the wind
Pausing briefly only to append
If this thing I could understand
Maybe my life I could amend
This longing for freedom perchance
Could this cause such a dance
Maybe we can truly be this great
If we can only redirect out fate.


Details | Free verse | |

Living Language

Language is a
trumpeting vine,

Blooms in every shape,
         size and color

Tendrils of words grow
     every which way,
here,                            there,
            hither
&			            yon,
insinuating themselves,
curling lovingly,
inexorably,

into, around

the vertical and horizontal,
diagonal
pillars and frameworks

of each diverse community

---

Language
is a slow, lazy ocean
 
whose tides lick
the verbal shores

offering new sand & water
    while re-absorbing and changing 
          the old

It flows out,
      ebbs in,
a living, breathing,
constant motion

---

Language is essential, 
is vital and ageless –
a kaleidoscope mosaic

always perennial,
always new

Without language,
what would you or I do?

Without language…...................


Details | Free verse | |

Hope is Ethereal

Hope is ethereal…
It is not religion; it is not faith.
Life is tragic and difficult.
We are but flashes of light in a dying world.
Hope is what motivates you to breathe, to live, to overcome.
It exists because we want our flash of light to last; to matter to someone.
Eternal life cannot be purchased through prayer or deeds…
Judgment comes not after death, but during life.
If truly a definitive heaven or hell exists, then why…
Why is there paranormal activity, why demons; why hauntings?
It is not obvious that commitment to a religion is not a form of afterlife insurance?
I have been to the other side, and it is darkness…nothingness.
The will of the living, the strength of their determination, defines death.
Have no fear of me if you have not wronged me… I will watch over you.
If you have caused me heartache, sadness, depression, loathing in this life,
Fear me.
For I will haunt you, and you will know that it is me. You will know fear.
It is not death that plagues me;
It is trying to live in this suffocating world that overwhelms me.
Bring not your martyrs, your heroes, your wars, your natural disasters;
All of these have happened before, and will happen again.
Our very existence is cyclical at best, and stretched far beyond our comprehension.
How dare you assume a right to favoritism from a god?
Your existence is not defined by your faith, or lack thereof.
Your place in eternity will not be determined by your actions.

Eternity is all around us, perpetually moving and shifting.
We are but dust motes caught on the lens of a photograph.
Hope that you might live your life to the fullest; hope for happiness.
The rest is wisps and fractions of existence.
To achieve one person saying your name, in sadness, after you’ve gone
Is to have lived.
Hope is ethereal.


Details | Quatrain | |

ALL Must FALL


Recalling all the tribulations in our life
The constant struggles, pain, disappointment and strife
The battles too often lost and too seldom won
Always forgetting the places where we begun.

As we push, toil, tarry and try to carry on
Neglecting the foundation we have built upon
Forgetting the values of a human heart
Paths we have trodden to gain worlds apart.

Now our memories fade, as we grow old
So many stories to tell, which are never told
The past is but a gift that we forgot to give 
To lives we have touched as we strove to live.

In our final days, our souls long for home
Drifting refrains of a forgotten song
Of hearts entwined, in the worlds face we frown
Husha, Husha we all fall down.

(Stoic)


Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tranquility.

It is,

The fountain of my strength…my resolve. 
Every face of my charity, my aspirations
From which I draw my every thought

That impetus which drives me forward
Soft illusory colours that decorate dreams
Those cooling salves that ease my spirit

Each warming beam from the morning dawn
My collective and defining experiences
The epiphany only seen in the minds eye

The furtive knowledge of understanding
Sweet breaths of angelic divinity
Essences of delicately dusted solitude

Warmed rains washing and anointing 
Pins of light on the sable sky of midnight 
And the easy ardent blushing of moonlight

My resonant voice of the silenced soul
The feminine embrace of all humanity
Our lost and veiled nobility of the infinite

Serenity…


Details | Ballade | |

Guilt and hurt

Guilt and hurt

I’ve heard folk speak of hurting
And I’ve had my share of this
I’ve had my share of loving
I’ve had my share of bliss
But me, I know for sure, my friends
That the grossest of all things
{The mother of the monster clan}
That life can to you bring….

Is guilt, I say without a doubt
It’s the deepest kind of pain
Hurt gets nicely tucked away
But you can try in vain
To remove the guilt that you’ve accrued
It’s like a red hot knife
Just when you think it’s gone away
It’s there to give you strife.

I have suffered deep, deep hurt
That’s suffocated me
But guilt just like a mountain
That over towers the trees
He over towers all life’s pain
And reaches to the sky
No matter how you charge at him
That beast will never die.

25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

Election day

Election Day

Last week was our election
It’s been going on for weeks
From the space where I was standing
It all looked kind of bleak
The chance of labor leaders
Getting the ruling hand
There’d been some inside fighting
They weren’t looking too grand.

But when I thought about it
It didn’t really matter
All these fools, it seems to me
Are only noisy chatter
They promise this, they promise that
And then what do they do?
Nothing, absolutely naught
They say is ever true?

So anyway I was lucky
What by accident, I done
Was muck up on the valet sheet
I failed on every one
Of those boring little boxes
That were staring up at me
But I really did not want to vote
So it was meant to be.

11 September 2013@1720hrs.



Details | Rhyme | |

Communal Tyranny

Attempts at alteration of 
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address

Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit 
And all too often rude

Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being

Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position

I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free

~Camille Rose Castillo 2010


Details | Personification | |

Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


Details | Lyric | |

The Poetry of Shadows

Silence and a stone
A mirror all alone
Shadows on my breath
Stillness seeking life within my death

Vengeance bends my will
The mirror crying still
The shadows hold my hand
Darkness conjures up an evil plan

Attack or break again
Either way’s the same
With horror on my tongue
The shadows claim all I can become

Silence breaking out
The mirror cracked by doubt
A shadow swallows me
The light is gone and I no longer see

Darkness plays a song
My truth now used for wrong
The past becomes today
The backwards child longs to now betray

The silence in his tone
As my screams are turned to snow
Belie his buried schemes
In which the world is lost in his disease

Forgiveness for my tears
Was spent on darkest fears
Now I’m turned to stone
By the shadow-self that represents my soul


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Riding on the Coattails of a Pebble

The universe revolves around patterns and numbers.
Like an insomniac knowing not the meaning of the word slumber.
To say it's a big place would be a gross understatement.
If it were a face we'd be living on a farthing of a freckle,
a speck within a speck, in a weak attempt at communicating
with other fellow specks.
So where does that leave us,
being little more than dust riding on the coattails of pebble?
In the grander scheme of things
are we just the byproduct that some entity imagined one day
from a place both incredibly near and far, far away?
One who is a whiz at math no doubt...
Just look at the population,
how in it's in a constant state of progressive multiplication,
born into a world yet only to be divided into petty categories:
White, black, brown, yellow,
short, tall, slim, fat,
Asian, Caucasian,
European, Indian,
Yugoslavian, Brazilian.
It's a wonder we are recognized at all
living on this ball within a greater ball.
You wonder who holds the strings
or if we're all just windup toys;
alive and exciting for a time
only to run into the last gear,
the last programmed function.
Just what in the world are we doing here?
The universe may practice it's progressive multiplication
and subsequent division. That doesn't bother me.
What I personally like to do is find the GCD (greatest common denominator)...

... the fact we live and breathe. Ears to hear and eyes to see. So pick up the pieces... we have a long way to go if we can ever hope to solve this puzzle.

Though we may be a speck within a speck
riding on the coattails of a pebble, rejoice
with me. That you ARE, that you BE.

Take a good long look
at what surrounds you. It is much more than
it appears.
I don't know all the answers, but I do believe
we have a purpose here.



For the Nationality Contest.


Details | Epic | |

The Messenger

The bard’s tale begins here, without remedy,
This telling of here is, there is, and tomorrow is,
Predestined works of meticulous perception,  
A prophetic hunter searching inside the anecdotal,
Over uncountable eons for his vague lucidity,

An eremitic nomad perceiving his journeys path,
Being sculpted and painted upon times medium,
Recurrently seduced by the thirst of obligation,
Into the pinnacle of death’s unabated progression,   

Quintessential holy man distorted by august lunacy,
Avant-garde purpose and innate coolness,
A prophet of constant deviating certainty,
An amalgam of the inevitable impetus of here and then,

Derived from the presage of opportunity,
Distinguished by fate to eternally struggle,
As a combatant upon the fields of our history,
Revered triumphancy amongst pain ridden turmoil,

Swathed in esteem and overwhelming omnipotence,
The divine sojourner moves ever forward to eternity,
Polished in the ineffable glow of foresight,
He continues down the pathway to do his biddings


Details | Free verse | |

How Selfishness, The Self Did Betray

How faithfully I gave you priority 
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.

How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone, 
As I looked at you; 
Bowed - with glittering eyes.

How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held

I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human', 
But around it I inhaled its majestic air

Oh How I did my best to serve you; 
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you 
But did not serve you well.

Self serving was my great expense; 
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught. 


Details | Lyric | |

Paper-Thin Paintings

Breaking through the darkest night, suffering no more
My dreams are of a deeper place, everything adored
Everything alive, now there’s no such thing as death
Eternity accounted for within a single breath

Walking through an open door, leaving thoughts behind
I drift beyond the maddening love I couldn’t find
Nothing is forgotten, but I can forgive it all
So much truth ahead of me, even if I fall

Flying through the brightest sky, absorbing every sight
Reflections made of paper-thin paintings of the night
A thousand words for every scene, changing them to day
The poetry I leave behind will always keep me safe

Shifting through to higher realms, its beauty washing clean
The ways in which I never could hold my self-esteem
Perspective of the infinite through knowledge I have found
I trust this deeper wisdom to translate all sight and sound

Awakening the visions that have always pulled me near
Rebirth to every corpse of truth in a world dying from fear
An energy envelopes us that asks for our hearts
Discovering that there is more to us was way back at the start


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A GLITTERING CANDLE FLAME

A candle flame does not flutter
And is not extinguished,
For it is determined to glitter
And not to be  tarnished!
Said “ Dear devout,
Halt a moment and hark!
Here is a blemish-less monk,
Even in the dark!!”


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


Details | Rhyme | |

A Father's Sorrow

In the morning of the night
I looked to the light to find what was right
but all I found was left 
being deft in the night.  

I was not contrite with this inner fight
as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight.  
The night’s fight was ripe with spite 
as I was lost in the middle of my left and right.

Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries
of yin or yang or black or white. 

Should I disinvite the blight within to settle
the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left
even though it’s not right.
 
But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight.
The right is though, right…
but should I be left?
 
I have to be forthright as a knight by being right
but being left I am bereft in my plight. 
Even now I write to find my right but can’t change the left. 
Having left….could I ever be right?


Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Rhyme | |

Untitled

Locked up
Inside my head...
Dont know what to do 
With this feeling of dread...

Insanity...
Look where its gotten me
Insanity...
Why cant I see

Crowded pain
Of love astray...
Dont know how to leave
But dont want to stay...

Chemicals
Are my base...
No more fear,
A momentary case...

Pumping veins
Full of lust...
I've lost the might
In God to trust...

Recovery...
I'm the only one stopping me
Insanity...
Why cant I see


Details | I do not know? | |

Love and Truth

I followed love, and it broke me open, the heart wound,
suffering, beyond my imagination
In my hurt, i lost everything
and those nights as i cried alone and cold
I heard loves voice
"I come and i go like the spring.
Why worship only my coming?
My departure is my greatest gift.
The wound i leave you with
is Truth, my immortal lover.
He is your teacher and will never leave you".
Truth told me how small my love was, 
an addiction, to own another.
Truth taught me of a greater love.
He told me the secrets of love,
the beauty of the agony.
How to be with love, how to carress her. 
I still worship love, adore her beauty,
pray to taste her soft lips again,
but now, i also worship truth, 
He showed me my purpose.
He made me into a man, a warrior.
I defend the weak, i fight for their freedom.
I carry the flaming sword of truth.
If you live to oppress, for greed, or hate
I will crush you, slice you,
bring you to your knees,
make you cry at the alter of truth,
begging loves forgiveness.
And after you accept them as your masters,
I will mend your wounds, and carry you across the desert
back to life, a new life, immortality.
You and I become one with Love and Truth, intertwined, 
as immortal lovers, inseparable for eternity. My friend.


Details | Haiku | |

Destiny




               Win credits hard work,

               Fortunate or desolate,

                  Failure destiny ?






Haiku - 5/7/5
Written on 6/6/14
Contest- Destiny
Sponsor- Leonora Gallinta


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mind

A place as mysterious as the sun. 
A place where strange thoughts may run. 
A place as terrifying as a loaded gun! 
Is a thing hard to find. 
Nor a thing you can unwind! 
It's an unusual place, the mind


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


Details | I do not know? | |

THE MONKEY IS A PRIMATE

                                



                   

Did the monkey learned to speak, through the passing of the years;
And is the jackal still there laughing while the dove does cry its tears.
     It's said our axle is off balance, as we spin out of control
     And the elements are angry but the monkey doesn't know.
Collecting his bananas; does the primate suits his needs
while the eagle watches from above as he feeds on excess greed.
      The beings of the universe have argued from the start
       they say the monkey of the planet will break the makers heart.
They call the planet mother but tit seems the infant suckled not
And does the monkey lack convictions; and his collections soon may rot.
         Is it we who like the monkey, that takes so little care
         with no thought for tomorrow, will we leave the planet bare.
It all seems but relativity where what is now may someday be
imploded back into its self but like the monkey we don't see.


Details | I do not know? | |

THE WHOLE UNIVERSE IS A TREASURE OF KNOWLEDGE

                      The Whole Universe is a treasure of knowledge
                                   The Sky is a symbol of wisdom
                                  Planets and stars are examples         
                                         Oceans mean its depth
                                          A great study needs 
                               



Details | Free verse | |

Battlefields of Discontented Dreams

Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.

In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow,
Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation.

In swept the Ides of Spring laden with promises.
Storms tossing my wants in a turbulent sea of needs.
I planted my seeds with the expectancy of progression,
Hoping to find nourishment for my battered soul.

Summer scorched a path through my life
Bringing passion and potential to my fertile soil
Growing, thriving, reaching for the budding of fulfillment
Hopes alive, green and fresh, standing tall against adversity.

Autumn flew in on the winds of a changeling,
Taking the abundance and leaving a barren field.
Stripped of optimism, I wander in the fields of despair,
Wondering where my footpath led me astray.

Yes wicked winter with your freezing rains.
You beat against me, leaving blisters in your wake.
But Spring will return, of this I am certain,
Bringing with it the possibilities of contentment.


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | I do not know? | |

Compassion

To the one who hurt us
do we hurt back
or do we show mercy
To the one who lied to us
do we lie back
or do we lead with honor
To the one who cheated us
do we cheat back
or do we forgive
To the one who hates us
do we hate back
or do we live only with love
To the one who stole from us
do we steal back
or do we give clemency
To the one who is jealous of us
do we bathe in it
or do we uplift them
To the one who makes a mistake
do we judge them
or do we remember our own mistakes
To the one who is weak
do we walk by
or do we help them
To the one who cannot love
do we pity them
or do we show compassion
To live in a wonderful world
do we remember
we must first master ourselves


Details | I do not know? | |

A Meter of Hope

We are as we do and nothing more

A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked

Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war

Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition

Millions die for the sake of statistics

Hungry souls devour what they're given

Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy

The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today

We are as we do and nothing less


(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

I Could Be A Whore

I could be a whore
if I had the chance
if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance

I could be a whore,
if I were in your shoes
if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose

I could be a whore
if I had mouths to feed
if they were sick and dying, had a greater need

I could be a whore
if I knew nothing more
if my life was blood let, behind a polished door

I could be a whore
but I’m glad I have a choice
to speak for those, who haven’t yet the voice


Details | Terza Rima | |

A MIRROR FOGGED UP BY IMPERFECTION AND PRETENSE

Why shouldn't  beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly, 
not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense?
What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity!


We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful,
but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident  
until we realize how untrue we have been to all!


So why create something that is rooted in lies,
when honesty can break the bond of hidden bitterness,
not to confound and deceive others with fake smiles?


Cleanse yourself of impurity, look for a guiding light
with anxious eyes and a rejoicing heart by loving godly;
and if more stars shine, why be afraid of a dark night?  


Now the darkness has been lifted from your existence,
and hopes of finding joy never vanish when truth is upheld...
look into a mirrow not fogged up by imperfection and pretense!




Details | Limerick | |

Time to Read

As you take the time to read
You cultivate the knowledge seed
But take you the time to care
And please do be aware
On what your mind doth feed


Details | Sonnet | |

The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.

Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?

Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.

® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich


Details | Couplet | |

Fighting All Alone!!!

Never been like now
everyone turning into stone,
And I'm left here
fighting all alone.

Days have gone by
of happiness and joy,
lost somewhere in the crowd
leaving me alone to cry.

Never did i ever expect
to face conditions as now,
can't believe in myself
and still asking how??

Wrecked are the nights
with the dull moon shining
just above my head 
watching me crying.

Beware ! the world
and let it be known,
that I'll come back
fighting all alone!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


Details | Senryu | |

' A Snake In The Grass ... ' 19th Senryu

‘ A Snake In The Grass … ’    19th Senryu



    A Snake In Tall Grass
Strikes, Bites and Cruelly Laughs …
     ‘ Did It Hurt’  It Asp


Details | Senryu | |

' Politics & Religion ... ' 68th Senryu

‘ Politics & Religion … ’  68th  Senryu


People Say Don’t Talk
  Politics or Religion
  Every Topic: Both …




Whether, It's Making Love,
or Making Money, Family, Crime,
Songs, Our Poems, Our Lives, How We Live It
All, Are Defined by and Every Topic Lists It &
Comes Back To:

What We Believe In and ---       Religion
What We Can Achieve and ----- Politics
Who Will Help Us Achieve It ...   Religion or Politics


Details | Rhyme | |

Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Details | Grook | |

No Middle Ground

It doesn't make sense
that older folk should drive so slow.
When the traffic light turns green
that means you should GO!
Yet at the same time
the younger fella likes to rev his engine hardcore,
not knowing he's still just a sprout,
still unaware of what life's all about.
The old man has only so much time left on this earth,
you'd think he'd want to show the bull who's boss.
While "big and cool" just wants to impress the ladies,
throwing everything he owns into the wind
not even caring what it costs.


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 | Quatrain | |

15 Minutes Of Quatrain Fame Oxymoron

no matter how many
media are used
just a few will know
what's unique about you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blessings Forever Free

Death plays tricks on all that exclaim.
Life withers you away without fame.
Love can sweep away any kind of blame.
Lust will drive you into a dangerous game.
One without the other will drive you insane.
Each one you must control to kill the pain.
Your soul, heart and mind will complain.
Your spirit can guide you on a level plain.
These things I have learned from others I see.
These things are a part of us and yes even me.
My faith holds me to the ground under a tree.
Blessings that are given keep me forever free.


Details | Rhyme | |

Essence of life

Delicate bonds woven into cobwebs of complex relationships, Intricate strings spun into bundles of heavy responsibilities; Confusing problems sewn into patterns of puzzling circumstances, Strands of forgotten,unkept promises annealed into heedless betrayals; Rings of dark,mysterious sins forged into chains of salvation and penitence, Abstract ideas and unsaid words lost in a confound conundrum of unfathomable thoughts; Myriad struggles and strifes knitted into an eternal web of wars within, Pearly beads of dreams adorned upon a silver string of hope; Glittery golden wishes embellished upon shimmering little joys, Unknown little joys and haloes of happiness skim over a blissful content smile; Ancient sorrows and aching grievances veiled under salty droplets of tears, Threads of oblivious reasons entwined into fabrics of complicated enigmas of emotion; Wiry solace and self-satisfaction entangled into a mesh of silently complacent compromises; All the grains of life sift through the sieve of experiences, Fitting into voids,gathering in a heap of wisdom; All the delicate complexities of life seep through me, Filling in pores,giving me,"a mortal",an essence of life.


Details | Acrostic | |

You Snooze You Loose

<                                        Artist searching for a muse
                                          Creativity is the key
                                          Recant those memories 
                                          Open your heart and soul
                                          Start spreading the news
                                          There's poetry to be found
                                          Inside each and everyone of us
                                          Can't you hear the music

                                          To the beaten drum
                                          Whistle while you work
                                          Or you'll snooze and lose




Entry For
Jared Pickett's Contest
Acrostic 2
G.L. All


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lost in the Mirror

am I

alive
as
alive

are you

somewhere
there
as
there
somewhere

am I

happily
laughing
as
laughing
happily

are you

joyfully
delighted
as
delighted
joyfully

am I

dreaming
as
dreaming

are you

corporeal
as
corporeal

am I

mournfully
crying
as
crying
mournfully

are you

torn
as
torn

am I

suffering
as
suffering

are you

silent
as
silent

am I

forever
lost
as
lost
forever

are you

nowhere
as
nowhere

am I

dead
as
dead

are you


Details | Narrative | |

What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


Details | Rhyme | |

inception

he bud of my dream blooms color in the dead of winter, but i must not utter a sound for fear 
it will wither/ for if i speak too loud, surly i will kill it/ but what is darkness will always come 
to life, until there is light/ & through the silence, i will submit myself to birth it, nurturing it/ 
liken it to spring, turn summer which is winter’s only cure, it, growth's natural current/ it 
will be worth it, for i shall worth it/ for if i am worthy enough to dream it, i am worthy 
enough to create it, become it. #AK47


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WOE Is The Children



      ------

From the beginning and
For the end
In the name of the
Lord and Our Savior
Where dose it end
      ----
Their are such things'
They limit our behavior
No one is free
     ------
There is this menace
They call ' ADHD '
It could happen to you
It could happen to me
      ------
Fore it is a Menace
      ------
       - In -
The name of the Lord
And God is with Thee
      ----
But, this thing can be attributed
To you
It could be attributed to me
It is only a matter of time
Then We shall see....
      ------
But, now their is a
New Human Condition
That should matter to
You and me
They call it " ADHD "
      ------
They call it " ADHD '
That is what they say//
It affect our children
All that We can do is pray
     ------
And to Thee
I say, AMEN
      ------
INTRUSIVE
BOUNDRIES
TEMPERTANTRUM
DEFIANT
CONTEMPT
ANGRY
SCREAMING
VIOLENANCE
SELF-CONSUMING
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE
    ------
Just to name a few
    ------
If you have any of these
Then you will have
ADHD TOO.....
      ------
What do We assume
We do so many of these
If you sleep with DOG's
Then you wil wake up'
     With fleas'
But, We don't seem
To have that disease
     ------
So, think of the Children
Give them some room
Fore they watch us every-day
Then they go out to play
Say, If they were to IMULATE
Us, Then they woud have
' ADHD ' any way.....

               GF


Details | Free verse | |

A Question Unanswered

A question unanswered is a cordial invitation to thought, a wide open door prepared to transport you to new places,
Places not seen, places unknown, places you may only view within your dreams.
As you live, day to day, you can’t help but ponder,
And you ask yourself queries you can’t seem to answer.
 
Our world is a place inundated with secrets,
Hiding details and solutions to bring a halt to our wonders.
You meander through endless trails of ideas and images adorning every crack and crevice in view.
Hungry for answers, we hunt for reasons and explanations as a lion stalks its next meal.
 
Amongst all the muddle and bluff, there’s one thing we can still prove to be true,
A question left unanswered is never alone.
Just as dominos topple upon each other, one leads to another and your journey has only begun.
Your questions lead to theories and your theories lead to questions,
Which leads your mind on a ceaseless pursuit, just as a dog chases its tail.
You contemplate and you challenge the conventions of life,
You wonder of religion and how and why,
Leaving your mind in a perilous state of strife.
 
In the end, after navigating a serpentine path, you will come to an answer all of your own,
The fog will lift and the birds will sing, as you reach the pathway’s end.
And then, you begin again hunting the solutions to the questions left unanswered.
 
 


Details | Couplet | |

Paradoxical

Death killed by his own knife 
A thief stealing his own life

Fear in the closet hiding
A critic himself criticizing

Anger scolded and burning
The head from the heart learning

Lust by innocence tempted
Day by night resurrected

Strength by weakness beaten 
Hunger by a glutton eaten

The law caught and found guilty
Dirt by purity made filthy

Humility celebrated and crowned
A fool of his foolishness proud


Details | Free verse | |

Inhibition

When passion gathers moss, 
The night hangs sad and silent, 
Then fades with disappointment; 
The will to stir a morning breeze 
Is lost in any season, and love 
Becomes a stone. 


Details | Lyric | |

The Precious One

Abort is not the key
It will have you feeling less
Nothing but pain and regrets
Abort is not the key
She or He is apart of you
Forget the other half
As they get older you will have the last laugh
Children bring nothing but blessings if you do right by them
Forget him
You will succeed
It's your body and your seed
Abort is not the key


Details | I do not know? | |

why do people listen

people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then 
just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and 
they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person 
wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out 
there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last 
longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be 
able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of 
you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as 
many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for 
them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if 
you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and 
try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed 
at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be 
popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth 
it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what 
it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that 
i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with 
the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know 
what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would 
just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be 
different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like 
me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear 
and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and 
use it to become a better person and be a happier person.


Details | Free verse | |

Break the Cycle

Sacrificing identity for a love plagued by mediocrity
trumps a lifetime of loneliness, 

for in the end you may be unhappy and detached from yourself, 
                  but at least you will find comfort in knowing
                   that you will not be eternally sequestered from the human interaction 
                    that can somewhat mimic the love that fills the gaps of a lonely heart.

What do you think?
Would you trade in your identity
for a life of mediocre love
if it meant you could escape
indefinite solitary misery?


                 ......Or are they really just one-in-the-same; 
                                                          yet another cycle we must break?


Details | Didactic | |

The Meaning of Life

Forgive my friend
that I would not repent
but I never felt sorry
and never would I regret
anything I said
for true and honest it was.

Although truth sometimes hurts,
the meaning of life it is.


Details | Choka | |

Purity in Life

Lies, deceit, half-truths,
Float quickly, drift, rising high.
Disembark trivia now.
One lie; then others,
Compensate the mortals’ eye.
Blinding in their retrospect,
Thou shall blame thyself,
Or shall thee blame all others.
Thine words shall destroy thyself.
Quiet thine spirit,
Relate to oneself what thee,
Has done all by your own deeds,
Qualify your mind.
Split between spirit and soul.
Own yourselves mistakes, till end.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

"V~O~V"

"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM


IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES


FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...


...IT IS WON



~AZAZA~'09


Details | Haiku | |

patience #30 angel card

not a natural 
has to be thought out and planned
who has time for that!?!?!?


Details | Free verse | |

Divine Purity.

True love is incalculable
An ebb and flow of lifetime…
Never looking back
Or retracing its footfalls…
Only leaving behind
The moments of memory…
Of where it once stepped
Ever fulfilling...


Details | Free verse | |

Could I Would I

There could be day when I won’t calculate
Or a moment when I would just be foolish. 
I would forget my pros and cons on the car seat 
And jump into the rabbit hole as I flee. 

There could be an hour when the party lights stay on
And the conversations drown in shallow pools
Or I make mistakes that I regret
And endow a tear drop to my cheek.

There could be a time when I like the mirror – 
A fleeting moment in which I really believe. 
I would stop seeking answers in the stars
And looking for peace in deep oceans.

There could be a second when I am not me
And be unfaithful to control
Or shout praises of the devil from the rooftops
And carelessly sell my soul. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




Details | Rhyme | |

Dear God: I Can Never Thank-you Enough...

Dear God: I Can Never Thank-You Enough...


Life is Challenging for most Our Days,
We Focus only On our Struggles – Don’t We?
Well Today I Endeavour to Thank-you for Your Ways,
I Hope this will Inspire Others to Join Me !

Oh Give Thanks for the Gift of the Poetry Line,
The Invention of the Ball Point Pen to Create,
Abilities to Share these Heart-felt Thoughts of Mine,
Oh May these Thoughts in my Fellow Man Stimulate.

Creation Alone is Enough for Us to Magnify your Fame,
Stars at Night in all Their Glory with Shapes to Delight,
Flowers I am Thankful for with Unique Beauty of which I cannot Name,
Mountains so High and Valleys so Low everything in Balance just Right.

How about my Vision the Ability to See Alone such a Wonder,
Or with Ears to Hear Rushing Water and Birds Singing,
My Nose to Smell ALL the Treats so Many Kitchens have to Ponder,
Easter Christmas Thanksgiving to Name a Few Good Tidings Bringing.

How do you Write and Finish a Poem of Thankfulness at All ?
With a Mind so Simple Finite and Common Such as Mine…
The Answer is We Don’t this is a Beginning to an Eternal Wall,
Oh God I am So Sorry that I Rarely Ever Give You Time !


Written by William Arthur Tell

Lu 6:35  But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and 
your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto 
the unthankful and to the evil.


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Motivated

It’s the flight of pregnant birds that I am reminded of
Bloated and cramping
Legs tucked close in, wings beating away with paternal efficacy 
Never towards a nest
Always in flight
As if the very notion of rest a circling falcon
A tireless hunter, promising a swift demise, bodies left to decay…

This, this is a pregnant flock of desires and ideas
Notions and purpose
Encumbered and floating, rolling clouds heavy with rain 
And this flock rolls on
Until with a spasm of wings and anticipated rhythm 
A gush of rains and new life is announced
And from each bird, pregnant from birth
Comes a new flock, each end every belly swollen with life
And new ideas surge forth
And newly feathered wings beat with renewed zeal
And a multitude of pregnant flocks take to the skies,
	
And it’s these birds I’m reminded off
When I pick up the pen to write
Because in each and every bird I observe
I see that pregnant mother of possibility
Beating her wings, soaring above the ground
To give birth in the skies,
Where my ideas soar, soar and give birth
And I am reminded of them
Every time I come to write
And fear I will write nothing at all.   


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A Night of Forgiveness

The lyrics of our conscience
United in our wars
The golden words are spilling
When our truth has been ignored

The dark ignites our passions
And death will grant us life
Where fallen statues crumble
The earth reclaims our lies

A future heading backwards
Can strangle every dream
But this inner conflict saves us
As we remember why we breathe

Silent is the city
That screaming voices carve
And enlightened is the child
That hears much more when it gets dark

Our fears have lead to glory
All darkness turned to light
And everything that broke us
Has our sympathy tonight


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Contradiction

Sometimes I feel like the devil
With Angel wings
I migrate towards evil
While flying over all the good things

I was packaged and sealed very tightly
When I was born
Only to have flaws in my armour
That were pre-existing and torn

Maybe I represent 
Both good and bad
Perhaps I could sell you happiness
While wearing a suit made of sad

I contradict everything in many ways
I see clearly at night
And dream during the day

I'm held together in rubble
By the debris from love and hate
I'm the ugliest masterpiece ever made
I'm the light 
That shines dark
The one that never fades


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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.




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Nikos Kazantzakis - Ascetic - Translation


Nikos Kazantzakis - Ascetic (excerpt)
(Translated by Giorgio V.)

.........

With bravery, 
and roughness
fasten upon the shaken chaos
the spherical, 
the roundly illuminated threshing floor of the mind, 
to thresh, 
to winnow like a homemaker, the universes.
.........

Within these borders, 
the mind is the legitimate autocrat.
No other authority in his kingdom exists.

I recognize these borders, 
I accept them with perseverance, 
bravery and love, 
and I struggle within their region comfortably, 
assuming that I am free.

I support matter, 
forcing it to become a good conductor of my mind.
I enjoy plants, 
animals, humans, gods as if they were my children.
I feel the Universe
to spread on me and to follow me like a body.

In terrible moments, 
it suddenly sparkles inside me: 
'All this is a hard and futile game
without beginning, 
without end, without meaning.'
But I quickly fasten myself
onto the wheel of need again, 
and the entire Universe
starts anew its rotation around me.

Discipline, this is the supreme virtue.
This is the only way
to equilibrate the force by desire, 
and thus, to fructify the man's labors.

Here is how
with concision and hardness
you can determine the omnipotence of mind
within phenomena;
 
and also ascertain the inability of mind
beyond their appearance, 

and this you must do, 
before you start actuating towards redemption.

Otherwise you can not be redeemed.
.........

© Nikos Kazantzakis
© G. V. 06-08-2013, All rights reserved (for the translation work only)  

Selected excerpts from the book 'Ascetic' by Nikos Kazantzakis, 
and translated by Giorgio V. (me)


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The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


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PLEA to WISDOM

PLEA to WISDOM


Wisdom
I implore Thee
Grand me the ability to discern 
The eternal within
The temporal! 

  

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    8 January 2013


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Lemmings

En mass, a colossal fedora 
covering entire islands 
lunar eclipses 
Move in constant rhyme 
Pebbles the size of mighty thunderheads 
And rivers with caps will not hold you back 

Just a matter of time 
swarm the meadows and the forests 
leave clues but insufficient for the sleuth 
invincible, not corrupt but not holy, 
but why? 

counter the swells 
conquer the precipice 
for the journey is inimitably divine 

leap and bound 
not hungry 
unfeeling 
unseeing 
unmovable 
untouchable 
mortal 
not corrupt but not holy, 
but why? 

get there 
you will 
like millions of flying squirrels 
dancing on clouds 
surmount 
the highest of cliffs in the lightest of air 

leap 
to the next stone 
fall and drift, tumble and glide 
scurry in mid flight 
oh your bellies must buckle 

Oh why bounce your essence 
off the rocks of the sea 
bodies no more to be? 
not corrupt but not holy, 
but why?


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The Singing Range

Gently moves the melody of the range,
Lost in an ambrotype that does not change. 
Each twist of the trail still brings us all here
Never to leave now but always to fear
No god of our own making or dark dreams—
Earth-bound we ride toward Gomorrah it seems.
New range is waiting – it’s just up ahead—
Let’s spur on harder before we are dead.
Oh, the time for riding now is not long—
Every man sings, but few know the song.


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Small Voices

Whispers
Uncertain phrase
Breathing the shadowed thought
Wisps of fear, the uncertain mind 
Lost words


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A Silent Prayer

Joanna Davis

Politician pity me
My pent-view tenement sanctuary
These panoramic views you see
Only serve to tether me,
The putrid stair a bloody
And decaying maze
Of putrid souls
In a morphine daze.

Please doctor, in my
Minute’s appointment
Don’t dismiss my pain with
The usual ointment
The scars that you
Refuse to see,
Have made me doubt 
My sanity.

And preacher, when you gave
Your blessing
Did you ever wonder why
I was missing?
Condemning my absence
as a lack of faith,
My soul to the suffering
Of purgatory’s state.


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Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


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I Am Back-Tracking

I am back-tracking; I am still back-tracking.
There are ancient caves in my memory.
A lit torch shines color and sense onto forgotten walls.
I am walking backwards in order to save tomorrow.

There are ancient caves in my memory.
My sack of intentions bruises against my back.
I am walking backwards in order to save tomorrow.
I am not worried about finding my way back.

My sack of intentions bruises against my back.
A lit torch shines color and sense onto forgotten walls.
I am not worried about finding my way back.
I am back-tracking; I am still back-tracking.


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The Road I took

THE ROAD I TOOK

Mr Frost, I so often ponder upon your words of wisdom.
But, now life's struggle receintly left me homeless and forelorn.
Now, the Office of Veteran's affairs becomes a place of safe refuge.
For this homeless Vietnam veteran, no longer hanging upon a ledge.
 
Oh, woe is me, what happened to me, how did I arrive here? Woe is me.
I can't recall the road I took, I don't know what happened. I just cannot see.
I look back at my last journey and it's all a fog.
It's as if I’m experiencing deep grog.
 
I see something strange, I never saw the road I followed, I must have been blind.
Was this the reason I stumbled along and fell behind?
As I try to recall my adventures, all I see is "The road not taken."
I never saw the road I was on, for all I dreamed about was the road I had forsaken.
 
Injured and lame I cried and wished for the road that forked away, an Air Force career.
Tears roll down into a glass of water that for others might have held steady beer.
For it seems, others have fallen harder than my tumble
For, in retrospect, compared to their state, it only seems a stumble.
 
I no longer dream of the road I did not take.
For now, I see the road I did follow.
I see much learning and wisdom on the path which I did stumble and had much strife.
I wish to now begin to aid others to pick up their lives and return to their road of life.
 
My new purpose and goal now shines bright, now I seek to unravel.
So I can get back on my road of life, and this time, really travel.


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Puddle

My only friend
 Is the one in my head
'cause the one that I had
 was left behind in the sand
The sand of the hourglass
 waning away
never stopping
 never speeding
only burying your secrets
 grain by grain
Someone to hold
 something to have
All pain
 no gain
I reached out to touch you
 and you melted
as my fingers grazed
 your perfect face
I try to scoop up the puddle
 mould you back into shape
But I just kept slipping 
 in the mess 
that I used to live for


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Snow, Winter's Long Quilt

Snow, Winter’s long quilt,
Land’s white, night beauty treatment....
Future drink for spring.


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The Story Of Life

The story of life is brief,
Like that of a shooting star.
Brilliance flames as autumn leaf
On tree before winter's char.
Then fading in the distance,
It burns itself to dust;
Extinquished from existence,
Its brevity unjust.


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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Condescension

Do words hurt?
To be belittled,
talked down to,
dehumanized,
rejected of your very life.

To be objectified,
demeaned,
robbed of your mind
and spirit,
robbed of your individuality;
your very heart itself.

Do words hurt?
Or are they illusions?

Is equality a dream?
Do you notice it at all?
Walking day to day,
from place to place,
seeing the masses.

Do you feel their struggle?
Do you take the time to care?
To wonder if their lives are really equal,
like yours?

Do you dream in apathy?
Or are you awake in denial?

Do words hurt?
When used to steal.

Do words hurt?
When attacking,
when targeting,
when ostracizing,
humiliating;
or criticizing?

Do you have feelings too?

How would you feel?
If I talked down to you;
...in condescension?


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Visiting the Badger Hole

Oh, the leaves are liquid yellow
As we ride on through Custer Park,
In search of that old Badger Hole:
Home of the poet Badger Clark.

Yes, we come to step back in time—
It’s a historic rule of thumb—
Where the city does not crowd you,
And man can be scattered some.

The old cabin now sits empty—
A last poetic monument—
Proving that words can still live on
Where men have lived and come and went.


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Lessons I Have Learned

A handshake speaks volumes, keep it firm & strong
Learn from your mistakes & admit when you're wrong
Stand your ground when you know you're right
Never drop your guard or waver in a fight

Never give up & put your best in all you do
Follow your heart & to yourself stay true
May every word match every deed
Always lend a hand to those in need

Things turn out better when you take time to pray
A light heart & hard work keep the storm clouds at bay
Hold your friends close for each is a treasure
In your family, look always for solace & pleasure

A light touch on the reins is only half the battle
Make sure you set deep & tall in the saddle
Treat horse & man with equal respect
When asked for advice, be kind but direct

There's a bright side to even the darkest day
You'll gain more from life if a smile leads the way
A true friend is one who cannot be bought
These are a few of the lessons I've been taught

By those who have guided me throughout my life
My  wellspring of wisdom to rely on in times of strife

© December 2003



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Thirteen Takes

When caught mid-flight
End to bloat against gravity
Thanks, rejection is not of the earth

My eyes are welling
I won’t hold back with shame 
Even warriors often times loosen, weeping

A good mother’s breast thrust
Not in for the oldest trade 
Gives the child, from infant, the best trust 

The sexton is a pagan
Lushness of the hashish field
Makes his story from Canaan

Morals pillar nobility
But nature spares by – 
Insofar as the choice is moderacy

Over me they seek to keep 
They can shape me, me too a shaper
Just that I start a peep

A quest to solve the world 
Challenged to fix my head 
Get me defined – no word

Launch talks for luck
One screen sets parts 
Grace, lone-stands, earns buck

Formless strife made me worry
An envoy made as of succubus
Made me awoke being sorry

He who sounded the gong
Has done it wrong
And rhythm’s lost in our song

The earth, about the Sun, rotates
Science, my house remains on its plot
Lies make the pupils dilate

Africa! Here some questions
Khartoum, Mogadishu, Malaria, HIV, Genocides . . .  ?
Orients through Occident find me solutions

Muses – a kind that’s potent
Might make me hit the laureate’s podium
And be free of amateurish latent!


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Paper Heroes

There are no more heroes in the world
Nobody to look up to anymore 
No integrity displayed by anyone 
No honor 
No loyalty 
No honesty 

Now it’s all just flash 
Lights and glitz 
And the latest reality blitz 
Nothing of any real substance 

Gone are the days of a child’s hero 
Long live the reign 
Of the digital zero 

Media’s royalty 
Is the new elite
With piles of cash 
And the latest tweet

Rappers and thugs 
With bling and bang 
Rhyming their way
With the latest slang

What a sad display 
From a once great creature
The trading of humanity 
For the next glitzy feature

I am sick at the thought
Of the future of my race
Who sold out their souls  
For more advertising space

It’s all too funny 
To even get mad 
I just sit and observe 
The next latest fad 

Perhaps being of limited existence isn’t so bad 
It spares one the continuing freak show of the mad 


Eric (and sometimes not) 


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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



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It's Destny

It’s Destiny

It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better      
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys          
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.

Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents 
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this

Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.

Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.


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If Only

If skies could only hear my voice
And if I ever had a choice
To choose my own way of existence
I would observe life from a distance,
I`d change my fragile body for 
The shapeless wind outside my door,
I`d trade my heart, give up my mind
And leave my thoughts and cares behind,
To breathe sweet freedom every day
And see the world a different way.
While flying through the deserts, oceans
I would get free of all emotions.
No boring sadness, troubling fears,
No life`s addictions, aging years.
Just peace and calm would be my friends,
A quiet dream that never ends.
But in this life of glee and sorrow,
The one i have today, tomorrow.
I `ll walk my journey till its end,
To feel, to wonder and pretend,
That happy moments are worth all
I `ve done and paid to reach my goal.
And in this world both odd and strange
I`m meant to be, to make a change.


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Updated Bio

Dane 
Short, sensitive, long-suffering, loving
Sister of: Ray and Charme, who are strong, precious, and amazing. 
Lover of: Right Choices, Loyal friendships, and my soul mate, Ingrid. 
Who feels peaceful, loved by many, and ecstatic in nature’s embrace, 
Who fears unintentional hurt, oversights, and misunderstandings! 
Who would like to see: world peace, family together, and more poetry
Resident of Live Oak, Florida 
Smith-Johnsen

January 31, 2011

If you are a member of my facebook Poet group, please post your Bio there, too.  It is the morning 
challenge.  I want to know you better.  Thanks for your friendship...everyone!  Lovingly, Dane Ann


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''In The Air''

Fall free from fear.
Let go,arms spread.
Release tention of words not said.
Fall free from stress.
Pressure in neck becomes less and less.
Fall free from hate.
Let love feel great.
Surrender and fall takes care of it all.







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The Pawn Folly

Sand-like cliffs reaching up as towers
 thier sole purpose, but to measure hours,
 feels a though I'm stuck in a cage
 resulting in more visitations with rage;
 
There's not enough drink to fade it away
 and too much left to quit it, today.
 A good woman could help me put it down
 but, there doesn't seem to be any of them, around.
 
Gravity's pulling just as hard as she'd might
 and, the extra pull, has brought upon us, the night;
 and, just as noon can coerce the dew to fade
 night got real lucky, bartering for trade;
 
for day's sky and night's sky yearned for folly to be
 each dimension's signature for eternity;
 pawn folly was divided into both these domains
 giving birth to split issues, and more difficult planes.
 
But, on l keep trudging, as on l must go
 who'll win in the long-run, believe l'll never know,
 l've donned my best hat and, my only warm cloak
 but it's hard to realize that I'm the butt of the joke!


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He Sat At The Bar

He sat at the bar,
She had just left
To use the restroom,
And he pondered
His situation.

Yes,
She was beautiful,
Curves in the right places,
Weave perfectly done,
Not a track in sight,
Outfit exhibiting all
That God had blessed her with,
But.....

But she spent more time
In the hairdresser's chair
Than she spent in bookstores.
Philosophical conversations
Left him confused and
He was a philosophy major.

Yes,
She was pretty,
But she was like
A beautiful vase,
Pretty on the outside,
Empty on the inside.

He sat at the bar,
Trying to put words together
Kind enough 
Not to damage her ego,
Strong enough
To let her know
That they were over.

Words pulled him
From his thoughts,
They came from somewhere
Behind him,
They were a mix of 
Male and female,
Peppered with a rhetoric
His mind hungered for.

Slowly, he turned around,
Searching the bar
For a couple 
In deep conversation.
They sat two yards away,
Two book ends,
Brother and sister.

He sipped his whiskey,
Pretending to be taking in
The whole bar scene,
But he was really
Fixated on her,
Fixated on the dialogue.

She was no stunner
By society's standards,
But the more she spoke,
The more he was enamored.
She glance his way
And smiled, not knowing
That in that gesture 
She stole his heart.

Just as he was about 
To stand,
To join them,
To introduce himself,
To join this battle of words,
His woman appeared.

She whispered naughty things,
Delicious, seductive things,
Things that would have made
Him forget himself.

Not this time,
Or any time in the future.
He spread out the 
Roughly sewn patchwork
Of words he had planned to tell her,
Then he bid her goodbye,
Slipping out of her grasp.

He didn't join
The brother and sister,
He just walked out of the bar.
He was not that kind of guy,
The kind that would
Break up with one woman
And pursue another
In the space of five minutes.

It was two weeks later
When he saw the sister again,
This time, he joined her,
This time, he introduced himself,
This time, he planned to be with
A woman that stimulated him
Mind, body and soul.


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The Calculus

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


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Honor Life's Pain

Never
Never again
Shall I veer from life’s pain 
My honor relieves my conscience
Unveiled 


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Begging for silence from a busy world

The ring of the phone
Rip sound of an envelope 
Leave me in my world


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Rocket in my pocket

Rocket in my pocket

I'm told you made a bonfire, 
lit a match, threw it my way 
All the gossips burning 
like you hoped it would..... 
but now the wind is changing 
and all the ash has made you grey 
and you're coughing up on guilt 
just like you should. 

once were friends 
now are not 
your mouth opened 
mine stayed shut 
you opened yours deliberately 

now its all, 
off your chest, 
you wonder, 
if ill protest, 
and spew your sins vindictively 

There's a box 
inside my head 
for everything 
that's done or said 
a promised lock that is unbreakable. 

If honor 
were the key 
Then they'd need 
to torture me 
cause the contents are UN-take-able 

There's a rocket in my pocket 
There's a banger in my hand 
and I’d love to set them off 
but I'm not going to. 
id rather keep my self-respect 
Not that you'd understand 
so ill keep them in my pocket 
Cause I'm not like you. 


Details | Free verse | |

Reverence of what is good

Reverence of what is good

There is elegance to redemption
As there is grace with love.

Forgiveness I have found, is divine.

Hope allows liberty to be unsinkable.

Time and experience have taught me
Shadows are held back by these votives.

Each is sacred, I’m grateful for their radiance.
These lights fill my spirit and I shimmer.


Details | Free verse | |

Stalked

Panic can grip you,
When you feel
That someone or thing
For you does stalk

A dark future and past
Seems all that you face
How long you might last,
In such a cruel race

Love a memory,
Misery is true now,
And try as you want,
You can't figure out how

Stalked by bad memories,
Stalked by no hope,
Each day you wake up,
Stalked as to how you will cope

When the joy of life
Is replaced by but pain,
And there is no sunshine,
Nothing but rain...

So, if you are lucky,
And have someone 
who does care,
Remember those times,
When no one was there

Blessed are 
those who know
Such a great joy
Of the love of a girl,
A pet, or a boy...

And those shut out
In a forest of sorrow,
All alone and hating
The thought of tomorrow

Look about you with care
See the beauty that is there
Remember that God
Has a love very rare

You may feel alone,
And stalked by bad fate,
But God is still with you,
There is no debate

So leave the stalks
To the celery,
And rise to your goal
And you may feel for the
first time,
That you feel whole.


Details | Lyric | |

Yester

Yester year grievous
brought events mischevious,
fulfilling fate malicious:
my worst fears,
my nightmares vicious;
I was oblivious
to how cruel life can be.

I suffered
soul turned cold,
heart in flames,
my existence- all in vain.

I withstood
all that came
and still waited:
come what may.

My heart burned,
my soul froze
my ego died.

I awoke
coming to life:
damaged,
yet emotionally indestructible.

No pain is painful nowadays,
no trouble would bother me,
no emotion may hurt;

The sacrifice was cruel,
yet it became fuel
for my new life.


Details | Haiku | |

Liberty

She gasps still choking Bleeding justice follows them Darkness now bleeds lies


Details | Lyric | |

Invisible Monsters

The shadows in my dream
Burning through the leaves
Shadows so disturbed
They break me from the good that I have shared

Scraping through the day
The darkness likes to play
Livelihood now gone
Leaving every place where I belonged

Tear me inside out
The shadow starts to shout
Betraying all I need
I pray for strength to lift me off my knees

Darkness in the air
Enveloping my care
Replacing all I say
With quiet paintings whispering this pain

Underneath these screams
My shadow and my dream
Both would claim my soul
But either way the world would eat me whole


Details | Couplet | |

This doesn't make any sense

Blood like breath spilling from the lips
Life like death sailing and sinking ships

Dance in the sun, forget sorrow
Embrace into one; here comes tomorrow

Feel pain and die again
Never know when to say when

Love like life
There's blood on your knife


Details | I do not know? | |

Tangential Reality

Casting aside the blunt reality
My conscious swims into the realm of all possibilities
The transition is totally automatic
I wonder if they are my subconscious' semantic
Different scenarios demand different imitations
I direct and act these inceptions.

(Scenarios)

Amidst a bus trip
Whirled in theories of evolution
Nature reveals self

Nature calls bowel
Scientist lingers, cures cancer
NOBEL in my hand

Reading morning news
Leader reforms, policies change
World at peace, prosperity

Youtube UFO's
World crisis, battling aliens
Hero saves the day

Inspiring theatre
Cool actor begins career
Wins emmy, smart speech.

A stroll to market
Writing a fictional piece
Booker, money, wife

Countless imaginations about every possible theme
At the end I reign supreme
After the end comes the brute reality
Chaos and confusion dominates my serenity
This is all about my tangential reality.


Details | Tanka | |

Will Strands Of Thread Hold

Will strands of thread hold

Hidden thoughts within my mind

Words never spoken

Fearing to give utterance

Or will silence be broken.




(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Somewhere Man's Complaining

Somewhere the sun's glowing,
And man's cursing the heat.
The parched wind is blowing,
Singeing the drying wheat.
And man swears in knowing...
Somewhere it is raining:
The gray galvanized sky
Has loosed a liquid burst.
God's water can held high
Has quenched the dust of thirst.
And still man's complaining.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | Free verse | |

I Said I Thought I Saw I Was

Old poems/new posts inspired by recent articles on PoetrySoup

All forms relate to the word
So from the beginning
They carried their ideas
In their minds eye
Shaping symbols
A dimension of spirit
The eye that underlies eyes
Vision makes the flash seem longer
In one blinding flash  I thought   I saw   I was
I said
All forms relate to the word
Being based on a set of words
Also forgotten parts of yourself
Evocation and reproduction
Of the things of life
As strange factory-born personages
Words very mysterious
Every process of Creation begins with
Also with Imagination
Of past ways
Of seeing and experiencing
Detached from life
Finding a way back into it
Breaking from time
Fracturing the sense of balance and place
Where past and future are interchangeable
Achieving synthesis of time and space
One can literally pass the time
Cut loose drifting slowly through
Slowed down space of next to nothingness
Detached from life    until

In one blinding flash   I said   I thought  I saw   I was

The word falls on its face on the floor


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

symbolical embrace


Outside the noon on ether floats,
on waters blue becomes the scope,
saddened 's the glance and our quotes,
- past winters have maintained my hope.

How well aloneness underlined
rephrasing lyrics we have heard,
tall mountains then, composed and rhymed
your postal letters winds conferred.

Gusts' voices howl out to adjoin
with what once was a gracious fare;
the road shines wet - a silver coin
that once received your touch and stare.

Adventive solitude - eyes' glint,
above the monumental stones,
the gray granite, beige slate and flint
old epigraphs and ancient thrones.

My abstract algorithms define,
verse-carved - my lines and surreal,
phantasmagorical incline,
extortionate my bounds to appeal.

Cause I'll be taller than the wind,
your solemn reasons to avow
expended are my lives that sinned,
rose thorns the red drops drop from brow.

Ideal and unworth' I phrase
how pride adorns the beds of blooms,
what our symbolical embrace,
and apotheosis assumes.

© 04-04-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Free verse | |

Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue


Details | Narrative | |

Internet education

I have an internet education 
I graduate everyday
I have an internet education
I bookmark my favorite page

I know about civil war
In Bosnia and the Sudan 
and that one in the United States
that forged "American"
Water rights in Tibet
Afghanistan's hidden resources
Machinery for the war
we haven't fought yet
revealing plotted courses

Challenge me to any thing 
it not about how fast I type
It is a perennial philosophical reflection
that if one looks deeply into oneself
one will discover not only one's own essence
but also the essence of the universe. 
For as one is a part of the universe
as is everything else,
the basic energies of the universe
flow through oneself
as they flow through everything else.
So it is thought that 
one can come into contact 
with the nature of the universe
if one comes into contact 
with one's own nature. 

In seconds I can translate
Chinese and Tagalog
Create a web site, delete a face book
even start a blog (Beaureguard Schmeltzer)
I have an internet education
every day I am learning more
with my internet education
its about me like never before.

Now who do I share this with
my lessons of life
I spent twenty five years at the keyboard
my muscles are tight.
I miss me...
 
Until tomorrow and the school bell rings again.
Keep up your education any way you can.

Never keep to your self the beauty that is inside 
share your time, your life, your spirit with others.
Get out, enjoy, play music, paint.
Bring home the white clouds again. 

Beaureguard Schmeltzer
Arthur Schopenhauer, how did you know?










Details | I do not know? | |

Angry immortal

You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you can give
i wont trade money for sex
or even a bit of attention
or a commitment of ownership
a culture of prostitution...

The poor people steal from you
the rich will rape you
not selling my rear for interest..
and the middle are just stupid
addicted to the drugs, the propaganda

I am the artist, the expressionist, the prophet,
alone, with one mission, 
where are my pleasures?
cursed to teach this selfish culture
pathetic humans, suffering
too stupid to give anything
complaining, whining, frustrated,

They are about to destroy themselves
a collective suicide of selfishness

The other immortals tell me to have hope,
to love them, to teach them,
They arent my friends, so busy 
teaching, and giving to the vampires. 

The christians love war and murder of others
They worship, punishment, hatred, and money
the buddhists wont stand up for themselves and fight,
the middle road is lost.
The muslims are too busy oppressing women
and praying for heaven
The jews know nothing of love, only greed

They tell me i should feel special
i have so much to teach and give,

Jesus taught them forgiveness
helping the poor, loving all people
they crucified him!

The afterlife is so wonderful, they say,
if you teach love and forgiveness.

I am in this life now,
and all i find is tricksters, liers and decievers
I am tired of being alone, 
The body is male, and only half of itself. 
addiction to female energy
no control, clairvoyance gone
the suicidal idiots have something right

I am cursed to sit here and learn compassion,
patience, how to inspire them
teach them to love, and give to others, 
all in the hope that they wont destroy themselves

Why cant i give up on hope?
they are pathetic, i am tired,
of the abuse, and anger, i evoke.

They hate me, unless i pretend,
smile the big smile, 
and pat them on their back for selfishness.
They love you then, 
I do not worship their god, of self-worship.
I wish i could, maybe i would be rich. 

living off of the blood, sweat and tears of others
how nice that would be, to relax, no responsibilty
to give or love anyone except my family.  

I am sure i will feel better tomorrow


Details | Rhyme | |

Totality

Totality.

The fool he seeks perfection, the sage totality
The former holds one down with stress
And causes misery.
For perfection be a foolish dream
And can’t be realized.
For tell me  “where’s perfection?
Well what be worth that prize?

Perfection be a state of mind
A struggle, yes indeed
Which brings self-consciousness to light
And does the ego feed.
And tell me then, what is it ?
This damned elusive thing
Can it be ever realized?
This dream to which, folk cling.

And yet, you know totality
Be the way of all the wise
The future can’t come into it
The moment be the prize.
This moment be forever
With no future and no past
And when one’s part of all of this
Then potential it is vast.

11 November 2014


Details | Didactic | |

Before

I want to return to the nothingness
Before creation breathed fire
And stars burned lies
Before gods were invisible
And prophets had eyes

I want to return to the nothingness
Before compassion was heroic
And suffering worth seeing
Before humans were civil
And sentient a being

I want to return to the nothingness
Before armies tilled the earth 
And flags touched the sky
Before glory was a virtue
And prejudice rained pride

I want to return to the nothingness
Before hate held hands
And equality was a seat
Before tyranny was religious
And history can repeat

I want to return to the nothingness
Before children knew pain
And hunger swallowed lives
Before families were aborted
And love beat wives

I want to return to the nothingness
Before profit needed money
And charity a name 
Before rape had a victim
And justice no shame

I want to return to the nothingness
Before I look in my heart
And try to understand
Before I believe in miracles
And that death has a plan
 


Details | Narrative | |

" I 'AM"

Its dark cold and wet below
I'am all alone does anyone know?
I fell the warmth of my padded earth;
Trying to make out what life is worth.

I wonder what's up there?.......how will I know?
It must be good from that great glow.
HeY! I broke through....I can see.....
There is more around than just me.
Ah,what a releif I'am not alone;
I see others small like me too growing strong.

It feels so good to be on top.....but I am still growing, will I ever stop?
Up,up,up and out is how I go,in heat,rain,wind or snow.........
Alas........I AM.


Details | Narrative | |

CURRUPTION

Debauched, extortionate and inconstant 
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a putrid putrescent 
and an aberration to integrity.
Nefarious and tainted in character,
he infected the soul.
Treacherous and two-faced,
underhanded and unethical, 
debased and unprincipled,
this snide poor excuse to humanity
defined the meaning of "corruption."


Details | Rhyme | |

Poet Trees --for sale

Poet trees
             don't think
                       we cry ink...
        eyes pink;
face
  ta'
   face
blink; 

then    
    sink
  
to brinks 
of Disgrace;

lips 
trace mirrors
whole selling fears
we die here

souls 
are sold this way 
today
       cut ties 
             with lies here
and Buy Here


Details | Free verse | |

Blind Mind

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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 | 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 | Ballad | |

Life In A Vacuum

Life In A Vacuum!

Nobody seems to notice,
Nobody seems to care,
I live in a vacuum,
Where there isn’t any air…

And the heart in my chest,
Grows more and more like lead,
With my soul crushing down,
I’m left here with a frozen frown,

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…
It’s happening again,
Someone now says that,
They really like me and,
They’re my new best friend,

But no one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
When there’s nothing more to give,
No one cares if I live,

Now with life almost gone,
I tried my best to prove this wrong,
The world’s full of people,
Who do not get along…

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…
We’re all out for ourselves,
We can’t see we’re the same,
Yet we don’t help one another,
but rather blow ourselves to hell,

Oh, No one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
We all live in a vacuum,
Where there isn’t any air…

By My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson


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 | I do not know? | |

Timeless

Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet

But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep

A beast so terrifying, it’s made many a strong man weep

No flames bursting from its maw

Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep

All other dragons are scales in its hide

One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet

You must respect its power before you draw your sword

Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own

Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat

By killing the dragon you also kill yourself

You are reborn in the womb of wombs

You awake to the world humbled and renewed

For it's embracing the truth of this beast
That allows you the clarity to recognize peace


Details | Lyric | |

A Frozen World

Breaths of fleeting laughter
Violently commence
But hopeless hereafter
I wade through this pretence

A smile that hides their scheming
A shadow with a rope
As they embrace me coldly
Their darkness binds my hope

All that’s left of courage
Can’t overcome their lies
As their silent words will haunt me
Closer if I tried

Boldness left unsheltered
My heart spilled on the streets
This icy world consuming
Whatever’s left in my defeat

But breaths of silent laughter
Now open up my eyes
Their fears did not consume me
And I can see beyond their lies

Somehow I am smiling
And suddenly I’m free
The sun delivers wisdom
And the fearful now retreat


Details | Cinquain | |

The Game Of Life

golf won't
describe me to
a tee, but putt-putt is
more my style -- shorter distances
to win.


Details | Rhyme | |

The stars are out tonight

When worlds collide
Souls rise
Complacency dies

For a brief second to see inside
For a brief second, nowhere to hide

When worlds collide
Actions rise
Idle hands die

You must be this tall to ride
Avoid at all costs the rip tide

…

A burst of light in eternal black
A furious hot dense light
Emitting with all its might
Emitting so that it might appear bright
The stars are out tonight


Details | Free verse | |

Are There Answers

Are There Answers?


Life began.

Why?
Because
When?
Ever since
How?
Simple yet complex
Where?
Search the signs

Because why?
Ever since when?
Search the signs where?


Details | Lyric | |

Just thinking

Just thinking

I’m sitting, and I’m
thinking
About the way life
be
I have earned my
share of karma
I have caused some
misery
I fought a war in
Asia
And I’ve seen some
good folk die
And now at almost
sixty five
I watch life pass me
by.

It seems the worlds
gone crazy
Too much push with
nothing gained
With ambition always
winning
And causing so much
pain
With strokes, cancer
and heart attacks
Affecting more and
more
And every where one
looks, it seems
There’s another
bloody war.

You know, It’s just
ain’t right
All these burdens
caused by man
The world is going
crazy
Better stop it while
we can.

I’ve been poisoned
by my country
Such sweet democracy
Now my body breaks
on open
That’s just the way
things be
But it seems I’ve
suffered all in vain
Cause, those leaders
never learn
They’re leading us
straight into Hell
Where all of us will
burn.

January 2008.


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


Details | Blank verse | |

Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | Free verse | |

Mask number 2


It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
 
Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,
 
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,
 
A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless
 
Fragmented consumed exhibits –
 
Pieces as shattered glass,
 
Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,
 
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort
 
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
 
Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts
 
Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,
 
A joyful dawn, a gem of love,
 
And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;
 
Your guarded soul knowing each mask which
 
Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,
 
Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,
 
Statutes unfair do never-rest,
 
Simply leads to bareness far and wide;
 
Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,
 
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
 
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned,
 
Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,
 
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –


Details | Epigram | |

To All Death Shall Come

To all death shall come,
Yielding refuge from greed,
Leaving none in need.
It gives wings to some
And others, shoulders bare,
It brings despair.


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 | |

goodbye darkness

Stillness of the night,and the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night,The pathway lights shine on bright. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air, it carries, FragranceOf blossomed flowers, trees and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Is awakening from the darkness blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to "bid adeiu" to darkness


Details | Free verse | |

Tomorrow Is Too Late

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
Hold onto the moment and sketch the future

Backdrops must be moved for change
Leads and understudies pass by or fade

Wrest the quill from the bottle, seize your moment…


Inscribe your spirits voice on the parchment
Paint the portrait of classicism and of the didactic

Purify your finiteness in the cooling tarns of risk
Capture and grasp the blinding flash of excitement

Forever on times passage do all dreams disperse…


Discover within you the voice of each tomorrow
Rend its youthful divinity upon your scattered pages

Develop the undying fervor to discover all that is new
Explore all that you fear dwelling silent within your scope

Compose on high the muse your heart cries out for…


Never recognize the qualms to enact your fantasies
For the future will become more vivid in the lens of truth

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
In each moment expired it draws ever closer to you

Enveloping even dreams before you can realize and react...


Details | Personification | |

Vertigine

Save them
from the innermost of
the mind bewildered
the heart diminished
the voice demure to shout

Make them
collapse
with gloomy smile
Fake
intentions frail
of body and soul
promiscuous
Collide

Set free
a sage
in every word
on any page
display the sly wisdom
on vertiginous stage
Break
the rules
with detest for
the inferior manner
of callow honesty
for humane
Sake
Divide

Spare
the nightmare
noxious conqueror
contamination developed
through ferocious heart
in asinine mind
enveloped within rotten flesh
Take
advantage of their
sophomoric trust
sedated senses
and
amaurotic affections

Wake the blight
before they collapse
Deride


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonsignor

In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.

His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.

Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.

It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.


Details | Senryu | |

Driving in the Fog

Driving in the fog--
Eyes wide, and creeping down a
road without edges.


Details | Lyric | |

Exist in Dreams

A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do
So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you
This dream is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
The song is picking up speed, so it’s follow or fail alone

A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side
The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide
This nightmare is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
But this song still hasn’t stopped, and so you dance alone

You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm
This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond
This path is all that exists, and the only way to go
Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you’re not alone

The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes
But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry
This life is all that exists, and the only way to go
The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone

A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies
Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights
So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be
Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see

The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down
The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown
The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain
And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came

To dream a light shining out for all the world to see
To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be
To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams
To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity


Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Simple Man , That Is Me

Just A Simple Man , That Is Me

 
Just a simple man , that is me
all I want in my life
is for people to just let me be

Make no claim to bright fame
no hero do I declare
a simple man is my name

Have no riches , no shining gold
just honor in my pockets
hopes to live until I grow old

No papers citing my glory or deeds
just living my very simple life
planting loving family seeds

Sunday finds me down on my knees
no hangover from late night partying
instead prayers for help in my pleas

Lord sends answers almost every day
not with emails sent on my computer 
just love and blessings sent my way

I asked that simple life be my reward
no massive wealth have I sought
no million dollar limit on my card

Parents taught me right from wrong
how to fall down on bended knee
admit my weakness and sins all along

Just a simple man , that is me
all I want in my life
is for people to just let me be

LYNYRD SKYNYRD ....    "Simple Man"

Kelly Deschler 
Contest Name,  I Love Rock N' Roll


Details | Free verse | |

Nobody Likes A Know It All Part 4 of 4

Humans Live For Adventure & Mystery
That's Why GOD Keeps Some Things Under Lock & Key
(Eccl. 3: 10, 11)
So, We'd Search & Seek & Survey & See
& Either Answer, 'At Last!' ... or Say, 'Enlighten Me' ...

 and GOD Will Have Wonders To Show
... I Know What I Know

I've Picked My Course - Prepared My Brain ...
Into A Station of Connections & Synapse, Super-Train
I've Made My Mind Open-Up & Carefully Chose
A University Where Knowledge, Flourishes & Flows
And For The Letters That Represent A High I. Q.
 I Love Alpha & Omega & Phi Beta Kappa's  Ok-2

Its A Great Privilege of Being A Pro ...
... 'Cause I Know What I Know

I've Lived, I've Listened, I've Labored, I've Learned
I've Been A Student ... Yes, Knowledge - I've Earned
I've Longed, I've Loved, I've Libraried & Looked
I've Been An Acolyte ... of  The Greatest Book!

and Something In Its Pages, Bestows ...
... What I Know ... So I Know

Yet No One Down Here Is Really A Know-It-All
No One On Earth Knows Everything, Because
Every Human Being Is Ignorant of Something ...
At Sometime; Of Someplace; In Some-Way; or Some String
That Could Attach To The Rope That Elevates Our Minds
That Makes Us Climb Harder & Higher To Find - Wise Signs

King Solomon Was Once The Wisest Man
GOD Gave Him Insight To Understand
Solomon Said, "Everything Is Vanity" ... All Our Plans
So Enjoy Living - But Be The Best We Can

So Our Buying, Our Building & Even Our Escrow
... Adds To Our Vanity, I Know

Yeah, Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
or Even If You Know Just A Lot
Even The Bible Tells Us To
 Tone It Down ... Or Stop
(Prov. 9: 7, 8 / Matt. 7: 6)

'Cause Hearing Something That You Don't Want To Know
May Feel Like A Banged Elbow or A Bumped Toe
And I'll Respect Your Wishes, If You Say No!
... But Still, I Know What I Know

So, If I Sound Like A Raven or A Bold Crow
or An Owl At Night, Whose Eyes Brightly-Glow
Sitting On A Limb or The School-Bus Below ...
... I Know What I Know


(Acts 26: 24, 25)
(  ... You're going mad - MoonBee!  Mad!
Great Learning is 'driving' you mad! )
yuk-yuk - he-he-he ....


    Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/20/2013 
     by:  MoonBee Canady


(Part 4 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of  addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way.  So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee


Details | Epigram | |

Thoughts Are Keys To Locks Not Open

Thoughts are keys to locks not open,
They remain thoughts till they're spoken.


Details | Lyric | |

Journey Through Fear

Sense of protest under skies
Of inner silence; external lies
I seek protection from within
But still I have to leave my skin

No more spirit in this life
The more I travel, the less I like
A mortal sickness eating love
Too blind to witness the things above

Inward vision appearing weak
More outer strength is all they seek
Destiny and fate entwined
I fall to question what’s in my mind

Sensing darkness in disguise
An inner noise that lacks the light
In desperation I now fade
Another victim of dying days

No more breathing for better things
Only acceptance and fitting in
My nightmares seep into the earth
I have no power, and no true worth

A dream of falling into skies
I am the silent - a wraith in flight
The world I see behind me lost
I wake to protest what I have caught

I asked a question, it opened doors
Experienced the fear we’re taught
I am wakeful, it’s all I need
More understanding is what I seek


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Unhealthy Relationships

There are some relationships that need to  be casual,
at best, superficial, because when one goes against 
the grain, they only cause hurt and pain,
Agonizing truths get revealed which creates
overwhelming feelings,
Feelings that are best left alone,
Unhealthy relationships only destroy the soul,
and makes a striving person feel less than whole.


Details | Imagism | |

The Character of the Poet

Sycophantic semantic woe, 
Feigning luck; comatose…

Effigy; parochial intent; 
Par for course; 
Yield, relent…

Penance. 


Details | Senryu | |

Empty Shoes

I see empty shoes

stories waiting to be heard

lonely hearts and minds



(April 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall

I cut myself to know what blood looks like again
I realize that with just one more blow, I'd end the pain
 
But still I cling to life
Just like it were the only truth
Still I will not die
Completing what I knew
 
Regardless, life will not allow my mind to stay the same
I left my only love to see what loneliness felt like again
 
And still I held to hope
Now I let go, I know the pain in me
I'm still in life's downslope
I won't grab hold again
 
When I woke from a dream, I found that I'd been living one true lie
And so I killed the scream building up inside of me with a knife
 
And finally I found reality in me
And finally I found I never wanted to be more
Than a door, with a window to the world inside of me
Like a whore, sold my soul just to end the pain, to kill reality
 
And now I end my life
Adverse to anything apart from me
So now I hold this knife
Closest to my heart:
Inside of me.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

wealthy or healthy?

why is it that most people are always seeking wealth?
they will push themselves to the limit and disregard their health
money can't buy true happiness, 
it's more of a burden than a prize
yet many people are obsessed with it,
but at what price?

how many houses can you live in ?
how many cars can you drive?
how many gold chains can you wear around your neck?
will your wealth keep you alive?
how many credit cards and bank accounts do you really need?
as humans we are great consumers 
and we have a condition known as greed

it's funny how there are some people who don't have a lot of bucks
yet they live lives of happiness, is it their destiny or is it luck?
it's funny how those people who can barely get by
learn to live on less and contently survive

yes, we'd all like to be rich and not have to look at the price
whenever we want to buy something, but what are you willing to sacrifice?
when it comes down to the truth, you have to decide what is your measure
is it health or is it wealth? what do you treasure?
in sickness and in health
in poverty and in wealth

you can have all the money in this world and still have a fatal disease
you can live in a trailer park and with your few possessions and be pleased
you can have that great big house in the best part of town
but if you're laid out on your back, where is the good in it to be found?

money and wealth are just some of Satan's tools
to take people away from God and make them act like fools
many will lie, some will steal and others will kill for wealth
but what good is all the money in the world 
if you ain't got  your health?



Details | Verse | |

LET'S LIVE WORRY-FREE AND ENJOY OURSELVES

When stress and want are overwhelmingly unbearable,
survive by learning the simple steps to happiness...
why be another Onassis or Rockfeller and be burdened with anxiety?
I could have been a rich guy, having studied their money trade,
but would it have made me as happy as they must have been?
Wealth fulfills our many wants, not our special needs...
having more possesions doesn't make us any smarter or happier:
life's philosophy should be, " Let's live worry-free and enjoy ourselves! "


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Wolf's Howl ... '

Have You Ever Heard
A Lone Wolf’s Howl
… Sends Chills, Up My Spine
In Memory, (Even Now)

… Not Out Of Fear …
That’s Not What I Hear
It’s A Longing
A Calling

A Soul-Star Rising
And Vocalizing
A Notice … A Need
A Heed of The Breed

He’s Lifting His Head
Out Of The Dark
Not Like A Bark
But, Rite of Passage-Mark

Thru the Air, ‘Hahooooo’ Zooms
In Moonlight, and in Tune
A Long, Mellow Note
The Wolf Sung-Spoke

Wolf, is Howling To Say …
Same Things, We Pray …

Have You Ever Heard 
A Lone Wolf Howl
Sends Chills, Up My Spine 
(Even Now) ! …


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Light

The darkness that soaks you,

Dedicated to your way,

It’s all you are gifted merely.

Be your own light.

Be the firefly.

What choice else remains?

What choice?


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Perception

I'm finished with living by spectacle

        It cripples my heart with disgust

Instead, I want something more practical

        Where relevance reigns over lust


Details | Free verse | |

an easier way with a softer touch

An easier way with a softer touch
Lighter steps, leave chuckling footprints
Shallower still, until the end of it all

Flight or descent,
Innocently confused,
Instinctually separated

One occurrence
declares a difference
After Another
Boundaries blur

Concentrated caution 
Mind, Gritty like sand
These childish judgments
impart hysterical scars

Soothing or Seething?
Pushing or pulling?
Laughing and crying
living or dying?
 








Details | Personification | |

STEPPING FORWARD

NO LONGER CAN I BE WITH YOU NO LONGER CAN I STAY IN THIS RELATIONSHIP KNOWING DEEP DOWN THAT I AM NOT HAPPY.

I MUST MOVE FORWARD I CANNOT BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOES NOT LOVE ME AT ALL.

I REFUSE TO KEEP LYING TO MYSELF AND SAYING THAT WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER.

WHEN I KNOW THAT IT IS NOT IN THE CARDS I MUST CLOSE THIS CHAPTER AND MOVE FORWARD.

IN THIS TIME I HAVE LOST MYSELF ALL OVER AGAIN I HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER THE WORLD.

WE ARE NOT ON THE SAME PAGE AT ALL AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU I MUST LET YOU GO I MUST MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE.

I TRIED TO STAY AND MAKE IT WORK BUT SO MANY THINGS GOT IN THE WAY.

I KEPT ON TRYING TO TELL MYSELF THAT IT IS JUST A PHASE WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS.

BUT WE ARE ON TWO DIFFERENT LEVELS TWO DIFFERENT PA