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Details | Shape | |

Spring Bud

                                
                                 
                                  
                                 
                                
                                 My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
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Details | Narrative | |

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for him. You gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Details | Romanticism | |

A Rose In The Heather.

So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather,
Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness,
So fragile is this rose laying in heather,
Slowly withering and drying, crumbling to a powder,
I look at you and see this rose ever fading,
Once growing, living, accenting its surroundings,
But now gone, plucked from the bush by one mans lust,
I could never compare you to this rose laying in the heather,
For your beauty surpasses its own,

So still and beautiful lays this rose in the heather,
Now dried cracking and dead, stored in a book to bring memories,
So weak and faded is this rose in yellowing heather,
Slowly falling apart as you touch the fragile petals,
I look at you and remember the flower when it faded,
That germinated and grew where I had sown its seed,
Now gone, plucked from the ground by one mans hope,
I would never compare you to this old heather and roses,
For its life was surpassed by yours,

Now I tell you I love you with cellophaned roses in heather,
Draining lifeless this dying confession of my dreaming,
This rose is more fragile then the first had I gave you,
But I could’t approach, my courage eroding at your sight,
I look at you now and see the love I sought inward,
Once alive and growing but only within lost confines of myself,
But never quite gone I hold this consuming fire close inside,
I could never combine your world with mine,
You always looked passed never noticing me,

Now I open my book that holds the first rose, wishing I gave it for the sake of 
chance,
Instead I hold a created memory that never came passing, 
That never could I fear,
I hold tight to the lie that through wonted silence I painted,     
But that chance for your love died with the first rose wrapped in heather.


Details | Personification | |

Umbrella

There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.

Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.

Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.

Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.


Details | Rhyme | |

Missing My Little Boys

My babies have all gone,
They've grown and left the nest,
Spreading out their wings to fly,
Upon life's thrilling quest.

The years flew by so quickly.
Babies turned into little boys.
Little boys grew into manhood,
Putting away their childish toys.

I miss those little boy faces,
With their mischievous, winsome smiles.
I miss their childish chatter,
And their creative little boy wiles.

Why didn't I pay more attention?
Why didn't I play with them more?
Why didn't I realize how fleeting time was?
But I didn't and it makes my heart sore.

I miss the little boys that my sons were,
But I'm proud of the men they've become.
They'll always be my little boys,
And I will always love them.

Kim Merryman    3/10/12
Entered in SKAT's "Greatly Missed" contest


Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | Senryu | |

carved on a willow

carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach


Details | Free verse | |

These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 




Details | Rhyme | |

Cobalt Summer

Down there, on the shell-coarse beach in a furnace of sand The sea writhed and almost boiled at the shore, Barefoot we walked, with her hand in my hand No girl had ever driven me more. She dry-licked her cherry lips and saltily smiled, Solar flares bursting there in my chest, The way she moved always drove me wild, My eyes entranced by her shape in that dress. The sun stamped in the sky like a chromium plate, Dripped the colours of butter and steel, And she stood there the most, the coolest hot date, So radiant and still and surreal. When she threw back her head as she lay on the grass Liquid eyes burning silver and green, With the parting of lips she gave me a free pass And the world dissolved to aquamarine.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Farewell

                      If I forget you, would you remember me?
                       If I still love you, would you still love me?
                      
                      If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
                       If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
                      
                          If I run away, would you follow me?
                       But If I stay, would you stay with me?
                     
                        If I see you, would you recognize me?
                               I know you would Not.
                        
                           That is why, I wish I would whisper 
                               And not hear myself. 
                         
                                   I wish I could cry 
                                   not feel my tears
                                    nor feel my fears.
                               Tonight, my final Farewell.
                  
                                     Therese Bacha
                                     24 August 2014


Details | Verse | |

Love's Amnesia

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
When you hug someone you love and instantly your knees get weak….

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
When someone whom you truly love looks deeps into your eyes and
Suddenly the rest of the world disappears….

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like
when someone you love kisses you on your lips and
suddenly you feel butterflies creeping in your stomach…

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
Getting intimate with someone and wishing it would never end
Wanting more…..

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
Being in love…

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like putting my feelings on paper
Until I remembered what it feels like Loving you…..

Dedicated to My Soul Mate....


Details | Free verse | |

Afloat On a Lavender Sea

Decades yawn and stretch across the years, traveling up the stairs, around the chairs coiling around the door of one small room that was groomed by the sun of a Saturday afternoon... Floating on a sea of a hardwood floor I'm prone, on my back, on a lavender rug Examining the nail of my left hand thumb hearing you express, that you aced your class I had confessed, to missing you more each day linked only to you, by that ivory phone and a ring on my finger, that bound our love and blinded our eyes to the doubt of youth... Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold There was a cake on order, and a cold hard world You were glued to my ear, I was entrapped by a cord that tugged on the wall, with every word Light from the yard is scored by the blinds but, there on the floor, prone on my back, I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives Linked to your voice, where love was wound Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood, I had a pillow of shag of a lavender rug The days stretching short and our vows yet untold A cord getting stronger, that time would unfold
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Details | Rhyme | |

Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


Details | Verse | |

Periphery

On a path laid as a snake,
Trodden down a winding wake,
Curls and slithers into night,
To thrones of ever-dimming light;
I hold still and gripped with feeling
In a mist that wraps concealing,
And I glimpse her flicker by
From the corner of my eye.

Heartless granite fissures break
At prayers to God of souls to take,
In their vessels bled to white,
Shells of failure and of blight;
It snares and snags as ivy veins,
Upon the brickwork, grasps and strains,
And I catch her ribbons fly
From the corner of my eye.

Set adrift in this domain,
The dead volcanoes that refrain,
Never smoking nor erupt
For the end was sharp, abrupt;
I feel the ether of despair
Envelope skin with frosted air,
I spot the crystals melt and die
From the corner of my eye.

No space for sorrow to explain,
To tell how love was savaged, slain,
The stir of breath can bare disrupt
Or wall of silence interrupt;
A fear of days, in truth, compare
With nights that always hunger there,
Unguarded moments, her I spy
From the corner of my eye.


Details | Couplet | |

If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...


Details | Acrostic | |

His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between


Details | Ballad | |

Music Take Me Back

When I'm blue and need something to make me smile
I can turn on my forty fives and listen for a while
Jimmy Gilmer sang about a Sugar Shack
Holding hands, walking down that railroad track
Then I let the music take me back.

Take me back to a time when love was new
Take me back to a time when skies were blue
When we could catch that falling star
Make love in the back seat of my car
Music, oh sweet music, take me back

Doo-wop memories touched my soul
Mixed with the early days of rock and roll
I close my eyes and through the haze
I see sunshine and better days
Music take me back to those times again.

There was Bandstand on TV in black and white
Radio on 'til you fell asleep at night
There were dances at the school
And swimming in the community pool
Music take me back, let me remember when.

Did we believe those days would forever last
Were things so much better in the past
I dream of days when a movie
Meant kissing in the balcony
Music take me back, let my heart roam.

It seems like a thousand years ago
We found true love and watched it grow
I know this is where my heart belongs
When I listen to those songs
Music take me back, please take me home.


Details | Rhyme | |

If

If I encounter you tomorrow,
just we two, face to face,
would we feel that same old yearning
or have years elapsed erased
the excitement, the deep longing
just the nearness of you brought?
Did I ever really love you?
Were you everything I thought
you were, or was I simply naïve,
misguided and quite foolish
expecting you would always be
all my young heart could ever wish?


August 8, 2014
Chance Meeting Theme
Three Themes Contest
Shadow Hamilton, sponsor


Details | Free verse | |

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


Details | I do not know? | |

Nasty girl

   There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at 
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they 
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. 
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to 
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god 
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I 
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how 
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the 
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because 
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to 
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. 
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. 
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your 
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got 
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty 
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are 
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy 
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.


Details | I do not know? | |

Condemnation

One will never understand
the strength of desire and passion
that the slightest touch of his hand
would force me into submission.

Walking in the darkness
hiding behind closed doors
living with the sadness
that this love could last no more.

I yearned to scream out loud
that I loved him with all my heart
but forbidden loves stay underground
I guess we knew that right from the start.

In our own world we would live
together, forever more
me, I had my life to give
but could we beat this mental war.

The day had come to say goodbye
but for me it came too soon
as deep inside I wanted to die
my heart was out of tune.

So here I sit and long for the past
waiting to feel free
but still my life is overcast
so I live within the memory.


Details | Narrative | |

Alone in a Hospital Room - An Alzheimer's Song

Don’t you remember, love, how we danced that first night;
beneath the sun’s rays, toes dipping in the cooling sand, 
to the tune of our favorite song –
with me humming the best I could – 
(I sounded terrible, but you told me I sounded divine, remember?)
while falling all over myself, and your delicate feet; 
and you, trying so hard not to laugh as I made such a fool of myself!
Did you ever think we would go 
from being love-sick teenagers dancing on the beach, 
to a couple of old-timers reminiscing 
about our best years – our long ago days together? 

Honey? 
Sweetheart, please…
If there is any part of that teenage girl 
left within that beautiful head of yours…please; 
please, just look in my eyes as you once did…
look at me, sweetheart…
Don’t you remember? 

My love, do you hear? 
They’re playing our favorite song…



*Inspired by Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest
I really hope I did this right! :)


Details | Free verse | |

Walking with you

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.


Details | Rhyme | |

The 70's

Back in those heavy times when everything was so far out Our words were but a whisper, the mans were but a shout Flower power was spreading, and everything was out of sight Preaching peace through out the days, and gettin our groove on into the night But we were always gettin hassled, by the fuzz, the man, the pigs They didn't want us smokin doobies, and flashin peace signs, can ya dig? Then peace and love had flourished, we needed to get funky and do our thing We needed a place to get our groove on, so the discos were the scene The threads we wore back then were styling, some were off the hook! It's hard to believe with the slim bread we made, we could carry that funky look? Bellbottoms, platform shoes, and jump suits people were a cravin Boogieing away the nights in the discos, where the lights were just a blazin Then the foxy chicks started getting pregoed, and the discos no longer Dyno-mite! Men needed to start makin more bread, and trying to live the family life But gigs weren't easy to find, and life became somewhat of a drag Some of the dudes skipped town, leaving the foxy mamas holding the bag Well thats the skinny of the seventies, the lowdown of peoples ways So keep on truckin all you cool cats and foxy mamas And remember all those ~Freaky, ~Far Out, ~Out Of Sight days
Dan Kearley:1-21-12


Details | Free verse | |

Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me,
though much time has passed and
we have not talked, we have not met?
Do you ever wonder how I am,
what I've done, where I've been?
Do you ever picture in your mind
how the years have changed my face,
lined my brow, slowed my pace?
I often think of you, as you were,
when I'm blue...how we two
would talk the night away then
greet the day with smiles and laughter --
ready to face the roads ahead,
the crooked miles we'd walk alone --
but, after, waiting to relax again,
to smile once more, trusting that
we'd meet some time and talk till day,
with nothing changed that counts at all...
still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.


Details | Haiku | |

My Body

My Body is living in a broken Valley of Kisses Each Night longing to Be held in your arms until the Morning


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Sweet Past Tone

Once you filled the room which hollow for a moment
Couples of days before new year eve we indirectly met
Hilarious to remember how we know and admire each other that day
Without knowing it won't last forever

One song... One song keep chanting me back to the memory of you
The song of blue sky collapse
Year goes by, first, second and more
Each of my story buried you without trace

Until today you seek me through the mailbox
Simple words as "happy birthday" and more words as "still think about you"
Surprised, touched, even mine still one more day to go
You missed the day, but you caught my yearn

Thousands words would I type to reply
But the fact my hands stoned
I missed you even more, sealed beyond these words
But don't know how to say nor expressed it through the blank page

Once you filled this hollow room
Once I ever loved you
But I found my better way... better life...
And decide not to look back

January 7, 2013
Dedicated to the person who ever dwell within the past of my sweet memory...

Author's Note:
If you want this poem to be perfect to be read, I suggest you to open this link; https://soundcloud.com/adhitiasofyan/blue-sky-collapse 
"Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan" and hear it along while you read this poem, this is my favorite song and I drown already :)


Details | Blank verse | |

you, dear

you, dear were my depraved, inelegant swan. envisioned in the moonlight - romanticized, wearing your cheap, red lipstick - and desperate to ravish me. if you did not love me the succulent fruit upon lip and breast would diminish here and now. i said, what man is without his mistress, and you smiled, exposing those crooked teeth. i love you, much more than i loved you then. you seem to have adopted the image of an ill bird, and in my dreams misery has approached you, shackled you; condemned you to love a furious man. i am sorry i could not endure with you, the tempestuous love for beauty. i did not wish to search for you, because i feared that you might be more appealing with those poignant bruises upon your face, declaring your mistake. i remember, in the morning, your breath was like a toxic thunder, as you prepared your quivering lips to kiss me, i did not know i loved you then, but i love you now. and when daylight breaks through the aperture of the night, my lovely sin, i will perish, because even now i love your transparent shadow. the earth, too, is harsh to me on burning sunlit mornings - and i love you today, much more than i loved you then. and only on this day i have been told by the wind that you are alive and well, but not happy.


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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.


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The Love Song

You are the yearn of my days 
Like the new air of my breath
Sunshine greets through my morning
As if I was slept under the bliss

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love flood through our kiss
It made our world swirl and fly by
Like a miracle of pendulum swing

Days kept changing, unfolding
But still I'm insist to be here
Moon rose like too early
Seemed it stayed to be apathetic

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love filled and made me full with you
Immeasurable even by time
For all I want is you

And won't I take all those back again
Though I'm suffered in pain
Promised to be by your side
For I know and I can see 
The same lonesome in you and me 

*inspired by Anne Currin contest "Song Lyric"

Note: This is actually my old song lyric. I made a big modification and few changes of words in it regarding to the differences of language, but hopefully it still worth to be read :) enjoy!


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The Captain and I

With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made 
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window 
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.

As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking 
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was 
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the 
waves ‘ore the sea.

Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger, 
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen 
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house 
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled 
in the stove. 

Rocking  back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with 
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?”  He 
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet 
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey, 
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever 
seen.

That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a 
little girl, that life is but a dream.

                                                                ~~~~~

                          In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather

                                                                   ~~~~~
 2nd place in  'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France 

                                                
Author's note:  

This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'. 
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were 
thorns.  I have learned valuable lessons from both.


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Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


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Memories etched in the sand

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Sand,
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
of summer.

A soft silk breeze 
formed dunes
with our dreams 
that summer
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed 
on the velvet strand.

I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound 
gently caressing
as we lay silently 
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
of seashells.

My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
The memories
forever held
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.


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A Crush of Glitter

                                                                                 * 
It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal             *
His soft style, hair neatly combed, engrossed in reading poetry…
Pubescence slumped around me, nodding off, slowly being lulled…

With glittering eyes, he read each verse                 *    *
The soft, eager voice, that stroked each word…
He would wait, on occasion, to look around the room  *
With wistful hope, I think it was, to reach one heart, and stir

At the start of the class, I had been watching the clock
But, as I sat more enraptured, time just seemed to stop…
I turned the pages, one by one …and slowly fell in love

The beauty of old words, drifted through the stuffy air
Like the gathering of dust motes, glittered, hanging in suspension
Filtered in the angled light, of the afternoon’s warm detention
Sun filtered through window glass,…while voice of bliss droned on…. 

My heartbeat sped, with growing passion
I restrained my hands from reaching,… grabbing                 *
To catch each word, and keep them captive…
Dust motes, and words, were spinning around                             *
I was head over heels…for my substitute teacher…
I was head over heels for an old man named Longfellow….
Thirteen years old, I loved two older men….

And in love with the magic,....
                                    the glitter of words




……………………………………….
Inspired by Nette Onclaud’s Contest…”Glow of Glitter”


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The Kirk by the Sea


John chapter 15 verse 12--- 
This is my commandment, 
That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
			~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There’s a wee Kirk overlooking the sea
Lowly and humble but special to me.
Inside is the font where I was baptized 
The aisle where I walked with joy in my eyes
The altar we faced when making our vows
With God watching o’er us, then as of now
The brilliant stained windows to Peter and Paul
Shedding their light of peace over all
There in the nave a white marble plaque
Honouring the ones who never came back
But of all of these pleasures that I want to share
Is the presence of love that waits for one there.


Contest: The Church by the Ocean
Sponsor:  Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~
Written by : Margaret Foster Sept 26th 2011


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Me and My Sister

i mind when i was wee
playing games with my sister

we kept each other free
me and my sister

we loved with all our hearts
protecting each sister

even after having kids
joined each sister

Combining all these things
playing all the games
loving with our hearts
loving each others kids

We are glued, me and my sister!!

                By Kate Mcnaughton.


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My Unchained Melody

                             In a fragile and nostalgic moment
                       Listening to music and words from the past
                            With tears running down my face
                      Dim lights..Unchained Melody fills the room
                         It reminds me of much needed touches
                           A time that was,and forever is gone

                      Like anyone else..I need to feel that loving aura
               Even though years has passed us by,we still have the future
             Hungry words and beautiful music will always keep me pulsating
                     Let me hold you close tonight..your body next to mine
                     Vibrating hearts..hectic rythm..passionate atmosphere
                      Let me be your Unchained Melody tonight my dear


A.Ertsland
February 29th 2012

I my opinion,Unchained Melody is the greatest song ever written.Both,lyrics as well as the music in that piece-hits my emotions each time I hear it:-)


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I Once Loved the Sun

In those younger years
I made a friend of the sun
And allowed her to bathe me
In brown creamy skin

In those younger years
I ran across a beach
And played with the sun
Let her sprinkle freckles
Upon my healthy golden cheeks

In those younger years
I had my way 
With the sun
Took her in so many 
Different positions
Under the burn of her sultry touch

In those younger years
I  traveled to exotic climes
Just to enter my sunshine heaven
And soak up her glow

But the cave I now inhabit
Shuts out all the warming rays
The cave in which I hide
Repels all her sunny ways

The cave I made from earth and  
Resignation
Never lets her kiss within
The cave I excavated
Collapses upon my daily sins

In those younger years

I once loved the sun


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THE RAIN by Anna Lo P

"As I watch the blue skies
 Suddenly turned into gray
 Darkness easily surrounds 
 Their clouds, covered in haze.

 The rain will fall again, I say
 A nature's moment I dismay
 Raindrops will soon touch the ground
 The sad feeling, again I'll be hound.

 Splattering rain, the sound that haunts
 Sweet and sad memories of the man
 Taunting me to remember once again
 The love once lost, never be back again

 Every drop of rain that falls, I pain
 Each drop it falls, my heart is in vain
 "Try to listen" to the rain, he once said
 'Tis like a last goodbye, could not hear I said. 

 The sound of the crying heart, I still hear
 The sound of a weeping soul, I can hear
 The silent tears that they weep,
 The silent scream that echos so deep.

 Listen to every drop of rain
 To it's agony, vain, pain, 
 Listen to the rain as it falls, maybe
 There is your love, every drop after all...xoxo


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There was a time

The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.

Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.

With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.

A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
 In awe and wonder of many things,
 Through eyes so young that new life brings.

  N  Windle.   MMXI.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



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Birth and Death

The sun and moon conceived a star shooting through time and space born within the ocean delivered upon its waves while Beethoven's sonatas softly played nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells beach sand passed through coral reefs as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where everything was once created in it's hidden depths and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John F. Kennedy." We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." 9112007


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Dark Shadows

The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me 
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face 
And there among the dark shadows  you'll come back  again the same  
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin'  this time for me. 

Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand 
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go 
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that  magical time band 
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow. 

Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time 
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away 
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day 
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010 


July 18, 2010 


Author Notes: 

This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by 
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time, 
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever 
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most 
wonderful! 
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome! 


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The Broken Vase Of Love

Is never a crime so earn me awhole. 
For all whose thoughts were crack in noon,
And still do not think is right left being dumb.
Were in prenuptial undertaken blunder, When lifted'd imagined  what the world is of its own. Is it a wistful pan of several host? or A spiteful mine of volcanic husks.


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Uncle Jim

1963.
I ran crying to Uncle Jim, standing by the barn door.
We hugged, and I tried to hold the smell of him,
of Vermont -- Old Spice, oatmeal, rotting leaves in crisp October air.
"Oh, kid, you and me, kid ... you and me," he said. 
But the car was waiting, all packed.
My grandparents yelled one more time, to come.
He stood alone, waving goodbye, his head held
to one side, a war injury. 
Perhaps that's why he drank.
Or maybe it was living so far away from us,
in a wild place, where snow is measured in feet.
On winding roads, I cried for two hours, through valleys of orange and yellow and graveyards of granite, where men with stovepipe hats and ladies with hoop skirts lay side by side underneath the green.
A blur of steeply pitched roofs went by.
Was Uncle Jim, by now surely in his house watching snowy TV, crying, too?
1975.
Uncle Jim is dead, at least he told me so, as he stood by my bed one night.
2013.
Even now, when I think of Uncle Jim, and how he held me, what he said to me in 1963, I still cry.
Even now.


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BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


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Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.


Details | Imagism | |

Our Full Moon

Tonight I bathe
   beneath your light
that's touched me
   once again.
Where in your glow
   I feel the flow
that runs inside
   my veins.
So cloudless sky
   please tell me why
my thoughts of you
   come and go?
On a night like tonight
   in the full moonlight
my howling love-
   cry echoes.


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Psychedelic

In transit through the time-zones, trails her colours everywhere,
Her spectrographic spectrums lance ethereal through the air,
Fragmenting rainbow spears and curves of bending light,
Arcing jet-streams counterpoint with sunspots blinding bright.
And in the dreams I have of her beneath blown skies of tangerine,
Angelic, incandescent, paints the sweetest forms I’ve ever seen. 

Elated on the desert winds she flickers some prismatic ghost,
Tripping ruined beauty from each pillar to each mystic post,
Deep emerald light refracted as cracked ice in shining eyes,
A telepathic temptress breathing winter sleep and summer sighs.
And in the morning sun that kisses glacial seas of bathtub blue,
She walks the dunes of memory, on golden beaches combing through.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

All Through Tuscany

The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.

The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
sensual oration.
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Better (by kimmy holmes my daughter)

i
am so special
i
won't suck you dry
i 
need to be someone
I
have such anger
i
am a stranger
to myself, myself

I promise to me
to let myself be free
I WILL do better

I WILL forget
the things said
be better, no regret

I will be better 
than you
I already am
Damn...


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In the Weeping Willow's path

I will never return,
Not even when the willows grow.
Not even when a distant bird
Sings my soul’s departure.
I’ll be alongside the river,
Tracing the few years of my love.
I gave my soul to this ancient stream,
Where the willows plot in silence.
They want to take my core
And carry it over
The fields, the skies, 
Across my mind.
And I shall let my darling tree
Snatch my heart and take it far,
For no one else to 
Grab it all over again.

I’ll endure the Willow’s magic
And contain my spirit
Within her bark, within her leaves,
Releasing my poison into the water.
She’ll guide my spirit
Into the Summerland,
Where I’ll rest by the
White Willow’s side.
Then I’ll be the child of nature,
Daughter of the Weeping ones,
Resting my branches 
By the river, on a rainy evening.

And I shall weep
Every time you will,
And wipe your tears 
With my leafy fingers.
I’ll be your undying guardian
And your oldest friend,
Enchanting you in the land of dreams.
I’ll be the willow on your bedside. 


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


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My shoes

The shoes on my feet are old, worn and tattered 
I’ve walked  hundreds of  miles in them 
They have been through a lot and are beaten and battered 
But they are my shoes.

Sometimes they hurt my feet 
And when I step in puddles, 
its not a very nice treat..
But they are my shoes

The soles have started to come loose at the seams
and when I walk I can feel it flap as it  hits the ground 
Maybe a new pair of shoes is what that might deem.
But they are my shoes.

They haven’t been clean since I don’t know when
I could wash them I am sure, 
but some how it would take something away from them.
But they are my shoes 

When I put them on and walk out the door 
they never question where I might go 
they just silently accept it and so much more.
They are my shoes.

They have kept my travels a secret 
took many, many beatings 
and haven’t betrayed me yet 
They are my shoes 

I see people look at my feet all the time
I am sure they wonder why I haven’t tossed them yet 
But to me they are comfortable and fine.
They are my shoes

Don’t judge me because of my worn and tattered shoes 
you haven’t walked where I have walked
or been where they have taken me, trust me I’ve paid my dues 
These are my shoes.

And I will throw them out 
when and how I choose 





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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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Dead Rose

Alone…
driven by the scent of a dead rose…
captivated by its fragrance
indulged by its mysterious aroma
silenced in this moment of awe…
…alone…
Following my own steps…
Hearing the powder being lifted behind me from the snow…
Feeling the gravel shift with each step,
My inner flame boiling with anticipation 
Yearning to see you
Longing to feel you
Aching to smell you
Craving to hear you
Wanting to taste you…
…alone
Drops…blurring my view…
Trees moving  faster
Air growing colder
Wind crying louder…
…so close to feeling you
I need you
May I be your last thought…
Remember my touch…my scent… 
I see your light resting on the horizon
sweet bliss at last…
or that’s what I thought…
my flame, starting to die…
slowly being consumed by everything that is now deprived…
alone…again
deprived of you…
…again alone
Standing in the snow…
With nothing more
Than single memory
Of my dying rose 


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Happy

When I’m all alone
I try to kill the thought of you
Assuring myself
You’re just a ghost passing through

And now that you’re here with me
I feel the need to soar and fly
Only thing is:
I’d much rather crawl away and die

I don’t want to be happy 
I don’t want to fool myself
I don’t want to feel the pressure
Of putting on a heaven in hell

I don’t want to be your angel
I don’t want to face the growth
I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want the aching truth

You never saw me in your stride
As I smiled wide in my heavenly hide
Believing in myself without a chance
Not able to grasp this ghostly romance

You smoked me like a cigarette
Burning out my love, leaving butts of regret
And all the time I laugh and smile
As you see right through me all the while

I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want to live a lie
I don’t want to feel your leisure
As I crumple down to die

I don’t want to disappoint you
I don’t want to show and tell
I just want to see you happy
Just leave me in the dark to dwell


Details | Rhyme | |

Rhythm of Reminiscing

Corrugated rhythm of the perforated heart
in the pulse of inspiration torn asunder, peeled apart
with the movement of discovery proving false in every start
as we danced the dance with no interpretation

Celebrated virtue of the lasting and the free
who have bent the will of romance glowing blind until they see
that the wise man is the single lonely voice in his decree
as they waltz the waltz with loneliness of footstep

Convuluted memory of the passion as we age
as our brain re-reads the paragraph on one determined page
where we left our heart with someone who in love did us engage
as we stepped the steps of someone else's dream

Corolated stringing of the music of the mind
in the heart beat of the moment I'm abated yet in time
with the fit of inspiration telling me you once were mine
as I pass the past a shadow reminiscing.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Two Old Friends

Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars 

A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life

I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years

I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed

We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word

God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God



 


Details | Free verse | |

A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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Woman In A Cloud

I watched a while on a summer's day,
Above the field in which I lay:
The clouds take form and assume their place,
And in one I saw a face.
A face obscure and yet familiar.
What name that face? Twas sweet Delia!
For one brief moment I saw her peer;
I felt a subtle grayness near.
That shade of gray between dream and sleep,
When thoughts we think, but do not keep.
I watched a while and in conscious thought,
The elusive dream at last I caught.


Details | Rhyme | |

Betting against my heart

Once again, you’re putting out your blinds
It’s this wicked game you play at minds 
With the chiseled pot concealed,
My heart’s cards are now revealed.

I’m getting broken down again.
You’ve locked me up into this stain,
And as I try to raise heart’s chase
You lay there still, poker faced.

You force me into this blinding bet
Where no one is allowed to check,
Still you show me all your faces
As your wretched cards take their places.

‘Guess I have to get a grip,
Your words are dealing against my lip.
For they’re begging me to call
And see if I’ve lost my heart at all.

I’m no longer your full (fool) of hearts,
Letting you invade my private parts.
I’ve beseeched for long enough
For you to fall from your discomfited bluff.

You stand as an immortal Ace,
Wounded through my composed face.
Though I never knew it could,
My heart is now lost for good. 


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila 


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Your Loving Eyes

Reminiscing of days filled with laughter and joy
Waiting for a new adventure to begin
Mangoes and peaches, palm trees and beaches
God, I wish I was sailing again
I remember the islands and the ports we had visited
Sailing under God's blue skies
I remember your charms, wrapped up in your arms
Gazing into your loving eyes.
Though the years have passed and the days are gone
The memories remain forever more
Someday my friend, we will meet again
And walk along that distant shore.
The fishing village nestled in a small cove
The smell of fresh fish and the sea
Call me it seems to relive my dreams
And the days you were here with me.
As I walk in the sun toward the marina
Where my little fishing boat lies
I remember the sights and the warm summer nights
Gazing into your loving eyes.


Details | Free verse | |

For Grandmomma Pt 2

Con't from Pt 1

At two years old your motherly instincts took me away./ What could my "mother" say,/ she 
was married to a man who had a violent hand./ I was too young to understand./ But being 
with Grandmomma was God's plan./ There was never a time I was too old for you to hold./ 
You protected me from abusive hands./ You would take beatings in my place from your old 
man./ Vile names would sting my young ears./ Your arms would comfort me and you would 
wipe away my tears./
     I remember as a child, Thursdays,/ being the best days./ A movie, then a toy,/ and ice 
cream could be no greater joy./ I was Grandma;'s boy/ You kept my belly full with home 
cooked meals./ You were the one who watched me ride my first bike without traiining 
wheels./ 
You use to tuck me into bed./ Read me a story and kiss my head./ The times I was sick with 
fever,/ you watched over me without catching a breather./
     For twenty-nine years your love was unconditional and without end./ You were not only 
my Grandmomma but my Mother, Father, my friend./ I pray my words spiritually reach to 
you beyond those pearly gates./ Because like in life, and in death, God had made us 
eternally Soulmates!/ I love you momma.....
 
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez     May 1, 1937-July 26, 2007
 
Note: I just finally finished this piece for my momma,  It took 2 years!
The form of poetry is "spoken work" Thought I would share this piece with you guys.
It's a deep personal piece and I hope it "reads well"   
                                                                         Jimmy


Details | Rhyme | |

MAMMA ANNA MADE THE BEST BABBA' AL RHUM

Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum,
you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk;
and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum...
then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song!


And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks, 
the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate;
everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris,
but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!"


Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer;
and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter,
"It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!"
Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong!


It's so very sad that they aren't here,
and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer,
the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return...
as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born!


Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum,
and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue!
She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom;
no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"


Details | Free verse | |

The Music of My Soul

And someone across the land fell asleep
Wondering for the flashback which slithered around the cerebrums and beats
Turbulences perched, paralyzing every moments in hue
But the shook grew the dreams, the hopes when I'm with you

A tale behind the beauty of a classic Sakura 
The fable hid the bliss upon the million scenes called love
Recalled by the moment is a gift
Even the journey of day and night had to pass.... Revealing the mist....

You are the tune of a past
Every strings which had played, remind me of a grasp
Every chants of a song, resembled the moments of two 
Every tears which had dropped, drew the embrace of you

Every stupid chapter
Every comfort zone
Every felicity which crafted
Released me from the ice-block

For you are the tone of my bars
For you are the music of my soul
The most beautiful tone that was born 
Fulfill every space of my empty soul ...


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BEYOND THE ROSE-COVERED GATE

I'm sensing something familiar as a lost memory
coming back and revealing itself in realistic form;
glancing at the rose-covered gate without a worm,
it looks different, somewhat newer; its color was gray
and roses that now cling weren't there...it's so enchanting!
Looking closer, I perceive another feeling of elation slowly rising.



An old house with long florid windows stood there,
beautiful flowers waved on windowsills looking out to the daisy-draped lawn...
that was the only beauty it had, then Erica ran down
and met me and gave me the most gorgeous sunflower;
I couldn't resist the lovely smile in those eyes color sapphire...
she was burning like the dry desert sand and asked me to quench her fire!



I recognized the passionate gleam in her enamored look, yet fearful as a deer; 
she led me through the rose-covered gate with unbelievable rush, her fair hand
was much warmer than the blood in my bursting veins, we had to explode
in passion and emit moaning screams that only the serenading bluejays could hear.



There it laid: a bed made of lilacs and jasmines...strong was the aroma I breathed,
I pulled her down as someone too desperate to devour and satisfy with eager eyes;
and too happy to lose myself in that ecstasy, I became the wild man she needed...
chimerical as dreamers, we clung to each other and sighed in our splendid Paradise.
 
 







Details | Haiku | |

Istanbul In My Dreams

Your expectations are carved into my eyes...
Their shapes melt in my dreams
The face seen in your postcards
Is not that of your soul Istanbul...
Living apart does not change your seas
Your waiting landscapes offer themselves
Thoughts do not remain still
Istanbul rests its weight upon my loneliness...
White fish swim in your living past
Seagulls float in your memories
Obliterated friendships stay awake till dawn
Anatolia rises from your horizons Istanbul...

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002


Details | I do not know? | |

Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Vibrant Blood And Quiet Bones

The fast ache of absence sets in,
Gets into each space in my thoughts.
Half a dream, and it’s yesterday,
And lilies blossom as apples fall.
You, I, curling as one,
And all is right with the world,
All is love and calm.
Each moment is a tender blue,
Hues of violet, sunrise gold.
Gently tangled like vines, blind,
I know nothing of alone or individual, 
Only us, we, how we fit and breathe.
Soft warmth shines your eyes,
And mine glow as they close.
The gentle hush of comfort sets in,
Gets into vibrant blood and quiet bones.


Details | Rhyme | |

I bleed

I will bleed my soul for you until
The day I die.
Yet I feel so close to nothing,
It begs to differ if I try…

I’ve asked patiently enough for you
To hold me for one more day.
But, insanely, I scar my heart
Every time you walk away.

I’d scar my kiss, therefore my gaze
If you trade me for that w**re.
Yet your punches run so deep
Your thirst for lust I sense no more.

Your kiss has vanished from my mind.
My gaze, no longer weak…
You’re getting so much harder to find
That I deny myself the seek.

I bleed your smell, your mouth, your tongue…
Every part within I shred
Even though it’s hard to cling
Onto your fathomable bed.

I bled my happiness away…
It was never there to start with….
You don’t seem to reach those words to say
It’s our forever that you’re done with.

Even so, love goes on
Looking for other people to hurt.
Still, I’m left thinking in the sun
If I should send you back your shirt.


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT DO THE STARS TELL A LOVER'S HEART?

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.


What do the stars 
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.


The invisible crickets chirp, 
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?


Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.  


What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.


Details | Rhyme | |

Petal Mettle

I wonder, do daises tell? 
Among us, who hasn't tried 
More than once petals to expel? 

Watch whispers of white-hearted hope 
From within this circled chain; 
Petaled path on which we grope. 

Numbers hold this uncertain 
Mystery until they're plucked 
One by one.  Life is taken 

From each one because of lore,
To assuage the human heart. 
They die to make your love soar!


Details | Blank verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting in the Park

This is the park
where once we played
where every tree
holds a poignant memory
of love 
and laughter.

This is the tree
where you sat and cried
for your first true love
whose heart had grown cold
salt tears
on cool earth.

This is the seat
still etched with the names
of friends and lovers
we no longer see
some have gone
others live on.

This is a place 
where dreams were born
on a summer's day
so long ago, where
hearts were light
and futures, bright.

This is a town
where life passes by
all too quickly.
Sitting in the park
I close my eyes
and remember.


Details | Haiku | |

They Have Woven a Net Around Us

 A feeling of nearness to suffering
In our hearts
While we reduce the dimensions
Of the essence of light
With our eyes
In a local scuffle
Them
They have woven a net around us.
Bearing the pains of life
While watching the people with sullen faces
And tired thoughts
All along the years
We have heard the whistle of whips...
With well-concealed thoughts
Those
Never thought of us
And... without any mercy
Have woven a net around us.
 
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann, 2002


Details | Blank verse | |

Sword of Roses

What, then, is Love but a sword of roses
Which cleaves poor waiting hearts
And thusly drunk with the blood of saints
Exults in its own dissipation?

And mine, a soul it so jagged gashed,
A scarred and wilted husk
Which once had songs to Heaven sung
Yet now but gasps with the fetid breath of dying things...

Oh soft Night's tapestry:meadows, fields, 
The courtyards of the Moon!
Now but brittle corpses endraped in silken mask,
Their board and banquet but sullen Death
Mocking of Light, fair Hope, and fond Embrace...


Details | I do not know? | |

our colour of yellow

The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching all.
Squirrels  busy scampering,
as a flock of geese soared above.

Way over yonder
clear across the still lake,
shining brightly were yellow shutters,
on our cabin; our special place.

We had toiled the garden
planted yellow roses with great care,
we had painted the old wood shutters,
yellow paint; speckled our hair.

The roof  we re-shingled,
one painstaking nail at a time,
we even counted the ouches;
when our hammers got out of line.

With nothing but smiles
on our weary, aching bodies,
we held hands, and went running,
into the still of the lake; giggling.

We swam out to the dock,
it was a race; he won,
my hand he took laughing;
as he quickly scooped me up.

Our toes dangled playfully
sending ripples in the lake,
as we gazed at our cabin;
yellow shutters; fresh with paint.

The trees swayed slightly
as if nodding with approval,
for our cabin by the lake,
was our private sacred jewel.

As we cuddled together
warmth filled our souls,
for our bright yellow shutters,
symbolized, our love's blossoming growth.

It was on this very dock,
air crisp, breeze light,
when he gave me a yellow rose;
and asked me to be his wife.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

From St. Simon's island

I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds of the wind.

I see some gliding fishing boats there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
On the horizon floating ships still further,
Surfers trying to get rides on the waves here.

I watch people running strolling and sunning,
The sun is about to set on the horizon,
With a promise to rise anew tomorrow morning,
Like the human ambitions and desires unknown.

I notice the crabs scurry somewhere hiding,
The scooping pelicans with mouthful of fish,
Leaving the smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.

Come, Grace, getting away from the turmoil,
It is the time for us to be in tranquility to coil?


Details | Free verse | |

Scummy Puddles

Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater

Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation

Every hair
Is On end

Every pore
At attention

Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled 
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting 
Their Satisfying seclusion

For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape


Details | Rhyme | |

I Have Seen a New Dawn

I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept.
I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and  for “Lenore” I  Finally wept.
The pain, the agony, years of grief: rolled down my cheeks: My Soul’s Relief.
A single ray of sunshine over the majestic purple mountains peak, peeks.
Out of this single ray of light, my Heartbeat; my Soul “ LENORE “ speaks.

“ My Dearest and Only Beloved ; I’m  sorry I left, upon our Everlasting Day.
I’ll sing to you My final Poem, before OUR Heavenly Father; bids Me to stay
I remember every Rhyme, YOU wrote For ME : Lets memorize each TIME.
GOD grants US togetherness : “ LENORE, Lets make this HOUR, OURS.
LENORE and I shared Memories, OUR POETRY : many of OUR HOURS

As I came back, from this Adventure, the morning Sun was smiling at ME.
Atop the Mighty Purple Mountain he had climbed ; I was not There to SEE.
With eyes now wider opened, I watch the warmth of the SUN racing at ME.
I feel the wind the warmth flies in on, Flowing through my Grey White Beard
I Smell the flowers growing; I see the mighty OAK Limbs wave; WEIRD.

I must Retrain my senses; To see, hear, feel : TO WRITE!! My FRIENDS
Relearn the Basic laws of Truth  and LIFE and LOVE and FEELING. 
Must Retrain my hands to write of The Beauty of Mother Earth! My FAMILY
I have to Study very Hard, my Contemporaries , to quicken the HEALING.
Then I can Write, to the ones I love; They teach me Everything  THE  POETS


Details | Romanticism | |

REVERIE

I stay awake in this dreamlike state
Thinking of how I dislike my own sad fate
And in this state my mind goes wandering
Thinking of her reveling in the feeling
Knowing her body as I have in that life
Feeling in my soul that she is truly my wife

I get engulfed in the wonders of true love
Thanking the stars and the heaven above
Feeling her lips and the warmth of her skin
Seeing her glow with that warm light from within
The taste of her lips is like  sweet berry
Taking me deeper in my reverie


Details | Verse | |

A Precious Love

A precious love that takes all fears away
I found inside the cupboard here today
The friend that is beside me now to stay
 
He walks with me from here to over there
A friend indeed, he travels everywhere
O how I love my dear old teddy bear.


Details | Free verse | |

home

softly lingering 
in the angelic silence
of a magical new night..

i remember whispered words
the softness of your breath
tingling the nape of my neck..

your eyes were deep
touch light as a feather
my head on your chest..

the scented sea air
delicately cocooned us
as our lips barely touched..

waves lulled our own melody 
of sacred tunes
as hearts became one..

i remember the moment
that time stood still..

how do i describe
something bigger than words..

for in the air
that i breathe..

it is you
who has blessed me...

heaven sent you 
amidst the stars above..

the sound of your heartbeat
was when i knew..

i

was

home.


Details | Free verse | |

First Love

We treat it like a marble 

in our pocket for a while 

we win it 

we lose it 

but no matter where it goes 

it always holds 

the warmth of our hands


Details | Free verse | |

For Grandmomma Pt 1

A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder 
why God would take you away from me./ Please Lord I need some clarity./ Nothing makes 
sense.  I cry, I can't lie nor deny I'm drowning in my own dark obscurity./
     The pain remains inside./ Eating me alive./ I wonder without you if I'll survive./ I try and 
hide from the responsibilities in my life, but have no success./ So I'm left with this heartache 
in my chest./ Tears roll down my cheek./ Does that make a man weak?/ God I need to 
know./ Was it just her time to go?/
     So many times I sit down attempting to express what I was feeling,/ but my heart and 
mind wasn't willing./ Nothing I wrote seemed to be enough,/ to compliment you and your 
motherly love./ Every time I thought of you I felt like balling up in a fetal position and dying./ 
I could not write about you without breaking down and crying./
     For awhile I carried a bad attitude./ Looking for an excuse to accuse anyone in my family 
forever disrespecting you./ I think about all the tears my grandmomma shed./ I wished her 
alive and everyone else dead./ Was it my imagination or was it your pretty face I saw in the 
clouds?/ I hope you're looking down on me and you're proud./ And you're hearing my voice 
right now somehow./ I wish there was a button I could push to rewind./ So I can tell you 
what's on my mind./ Kiss your check./ Have you speak./ Hold you just one more time./
     Your passing took away my energy./ You said you would never leave me./ You were 
always so honest./ So when you broke your promise,/ It left me confused./ I felt cheated 
and my soul was bruised./

Con't in Pt 2


Details | Free verse | |

Chemistry

The simultaneous effect 
of two glances 
across the last remaining 
distance between them 

Then 
    when first they met 

Now 
    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart


Details | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


Details | Lyric | |

Never Forget

He stood right there and watched me play.
He held my hand, kissed my tears away.
We sat behind the school all night one day.

He made sure I was protected
Every single second
When he was by my side and,

Even when he couldn't be,
He would constantly worry,
No matter how much I told him not to worry about me.

He let m fall asleep in his arms.
He always kept me safe from harm.
We used to be each others alarm.

We used to go to Jeeper's so he could play a game.
No two days with him were ever the same.
I always supported his dreams of fame.

His laugh still gives me butterflies.
Whenever he looks at me, I
Still get weak, just from looking into his eyes.

He stood right there when I faced my fears.
He held my hand and kissed away my tears.
I'll never forget our love through the years.


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull's Song

Sailing on a ship of dreams, through a deep and starlit night
The wind softly hums a lullaby, as the sails catch the pale moonlight
Indigo waters fade to lighter hues, when we reach the Morpheus shore
Where the anchor is tossed by a somnolent crew, in the place we are to moor.

The ship settles down in a harbor, cradled between two arms of land
As though lulled to sleep within this embrace, the keel leans upon the sand
The tall mast reaches up to the heavens, to nestle amidst the clouds
While waves gently rock the quiet deck, with each dip of its massive bow.

Troupes of fish dance past the stern,  silver scales casting prisms of light
While birds on the shore flutter exotic fans, with no thought of taking flight
Time halts to stand on its tiptoes, strained in balance it tilts and shifts
Then the stars wearily blink their eyes closed, and the tide sets the ship adrift.

The anchor is heaved and hoisted, each link draws a series of sighs
While the captain stands quietly before the helm, gazing at the brightening sky
His eyes crinkle up at the corners, emulating the soft rays of the sun
As Awaken brushes the horizon, with strokes of topaz, sapphire, and plum.

A yawn of breath unfurls the sails, with snoring puffs they billow
As tangy brine streams down my face, drops dew beads on my pillow
Floating thoughts of an uncharted course, bound on the seas of night
Sink as the waltz to the seagull’s song,  bows into the morning light.

Dedicated to Evans Mckeil, who gave poetry the voice to sing, and the feet to dance.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Rain, Fire, Ice and Breeze '

I Watched A Man, Named, ‘ Rain ‘
Pounding Across The Plains
Running with Cascading Joy
Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy …

I Found A Man, Named, ‘ Fire ‘
Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire
His Bold Passion – Consuming Power
Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower

I Observed A Man, Named, ‘ Ice ‘
Tho’ Frost-Natured, He Did Entice
‘ … Come Hold Me, if You Dare …
And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …’

… I Beheld A Man, Named, ‘ Breeze ‘
And Begged Him, ‘Touch Me Please …
Gentle, like a Lover’s Kiss
Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…’

… and Sitting Content, on This Hillside
Listen Now… as I Confide …
‘ Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ’
Don’t You Know … You Are All Of These . . .


Details | Free verse | |

Gone Fast

Finally here!
Life had begun nine months before,
when a miracle took place in the womb.
No details, just one sperm fertilizing one egg.

Now to finally see light.
Big eyes staring at me.
Him wondering!  Me wondering!
What are first thoughts?
Who can say but God?

Here, you hold him!
But he's awfully small.
So cute and almost bald.

So many wild roller coaster rides.
Who would have ever thought
that he would be the Greek God that he is today?
So chisled and fine.
Any model would be jealous.

College!
After that what??
Life's like that!
Did that happen yesterday?
Or has it really been twenty years?


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


Details | Free verse | |

A Comforting Strength From A Distance

Baby love, you're always there
when i need you.
A guiding strength
to protect me.
How can i repay you
for everything you've done.
When hard times come my way
and i've seen better days
There you are making a way
pointing and guiding me to the right way.
When one family has forsaken me
and so called friends
have no time for me
At least i know
My God and You
will be there for me
A comforting strength from a distance.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
       It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget.
Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit.
       I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.
Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.
       I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable.
You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together.
       I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever.
You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel.
       This candle along with your memory helps me to heal.
It's kinda like you're right here with me.
       I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.
Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.
       Inside my heart resides your eternal flame.



*I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen.....
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Pearl Ensemble ... '

… I Awoke to  A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble
‘… I Love You …’ Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello’

and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow
Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow
Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato …
… Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato’

… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled
… My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro


Details | Verse | |

Apollo

I never meant that much to you,
   Though from Olympus' heights you came;
Yet I gave you my mortal love,
   While you played your immortal game.

Although my heart I freely gave,
   I never meant that much to you;
You wooed me with your golden harp
   On fragrant grass 'neath skies of blue --

And when you scaled the heights once more,
   Did you think I would slowly die?
I never meant that much to you --
   So why do you now shake and sigh?

Oh, how the golden god has changed!
   Your sun-kissed hair has lost its hue;
And I have wed a mortal man --
   I never meant that much to you.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Game

Your words used to soothe me, 
flowing over my skin 
as your hands caressed and teased. 

Your tongue used to please me, 
licking every inch 
savoring every drop of me. 

Your lips used to hold me, 
pressed onto mine 
during explosions of orgasm. 

Your eyes used to search mine, 
as you drove into me 
finding that spot and claiming my being. 

Your trust I had; beliefs for me 
while your web you wove 
so glad I faked it all.


Details | Quatrain | |

Late Apple Themes

 come kiss the frost 
from off  late apple themes 
the carnival is coming into town
where everything is nothing that it seems
hitch up the pony,
take the surrey down.

 Let's take the long way 'cross the summer bridge,
the one where first you dared to touch my hand,
I still love seeing sunsets from the ridge
and down below the colors are so grand.

the county fair is finer from up here
all candy apple reds and spinning  beams 
the zephyr through the pines is all we hear ,
a place to sit and contemplate our dreams

the fantasy is kinder than the truth
recall the ferris wheel at sweet sixteen,
let's share that secret summer of our youth
and go back home to cherish where we've been.







Details | Free verse | |

fake smiles and lies

I have tried,
For months I have tried,
to let  go of your haunting memory.
I can’t.
Behind every fake smile I give,
I blindly hope I give an aura,
of being happy.
I am not.
I fall asleep at night,
only to find you haunting my dreams.
The life I wanted to have,
the love I needed,
it’s all slipping so far away.
I heard about you and her.
I was engulfed with sadness.
I was supposed to be me,
not her.
There is no one to blame,
no one to accept this burden.
I bury  it deep inside,
hidden  behind,
fake smiles,
and  lies.


Details | Rhyme | |

DROP ON MY HEART A ROSE

DROP ON MY HEART A ROSE

by Robert Davidson

My voice breaks against those lips of thine:
Before I leave for war I must implore
Let me love you gently your first time,
As dumb-tongued to you my love expose.
And then I'll return to thee once more
To bring to thy heart a rose.

I long to merge myself in you
And lie with you all my last long night
Making each to the other fit true;
While love's deep wonder to you shows 
Heady passion given for your delight.
I leave with your heart a rose.

You laugh as in my fond arms you fall
As you respond with your passion pent.
But before I answer the bugle's call
I want us to lie entwined in still repose
As in mad delight sublimely spent
You press to my heart a rose.

As the war rages on I see you yet
Mourning red-eyed your lost love. I cry aloud
'If I die, I know you'll not forget
For on our troth one request I must impose:
If I am swathed in the silence of a shroud,
Then drop on my heart a rose.'


Details | Free verse | |

Do We Hold Each Other Back?

Should we end it now?
Has our chemistry faded?
What once was good for us,
seems to hold us back.

I've changed because of you,
I know you have too.
But, I think I am holding you back,
and you know this too.

I don't want to stifle your ways,
and don't want to be held back as well.
Maybe it's time we recognize
that this is the end of our spell.

I believe we always will be
a love that no one can replace.
No one could have guessed,
how we would have progressed.

Our differences made us grow.
Our lives let us believe 
and through the smiles and the tears,
this love made me perceive.

But could we truly grow old,
with out going bitter and cold?
Could we truly be true
when you're with me or I'm with you?

So I must believe
and not let me be deceived.
That our days are about to slow
from the world that we have known.

I will always love you
because you were my first love true.
You helped me see my beauty,
health, strengths, and weaknesses too.

Now I must let you know,
so that we may grow.
I think we are holding each other back
and may need to let each other go.

The thought of this does make me cry.
I've become addicted to you.
But with all these tears streaming down my face
it will also become my saving grace.

So, let us always be
true to each other to the end.
But our hearts must unmingle
and let our true selves become known.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sapphires and Fireflies

Tonight, of all nights, I catch the falling sky
while the world spins off it's axis out the corner of my eye
My room is barely lit by a single firefly
as I blow the trees off mountains with a singulary sigh.

The resin of the moon is the shadow of my face
The stars collide and sprinkle dust to make their big escape
They land among the treetops as an ember burnt through space
curling ribbons in the leaves at a wilted sparkler's pace.

Climb my psyche if you will
spin the world backwards better still
tear me off a sapphire pill
to fix this woe that's made me ill.

Tonight, of all nights, I say good bye
as the weight off my back gently slides
I still have that light from my firefly
so if you don't mind now I'll close my eyes...


Details | Blank verse | |

Deception

Fog creeps over me 
like an over grown vine.
With a suffocating strength.
I am lost wondering aimlessly
in my minds imagination.
Shapes of ghostly memories 
sweep past with startling clarity.
Then in the distance a feint light 
beacons to my eyes.
Closer and closer,
it draws all concentration
until its too late.
There you are burning brightly
through the murky darkness.
The tears come unbidden but
within the blink of my damp eyes 
you have past behind me once again.


Details | Tanka | |

Photographic Memory

All points meet at you~
the sky, the sun, the water.
A still photograph
holds my happiness in ink.
I pretend that you still smile.


Details | Imagism | |

dignity

across rooms gust strong winds
emptiness without formed cracks

shook narrow confines
from the darkness within

indeff,rent,rent songs
nostalalqiques dreams
attentive inhumane screams
desire to belong

to accept dignity
speak sweet
accept defeat and
smile throu tormented peace.


Details | Blank verse | |

Blue Bottle on the Left

Trapped, in the blue perfume bottle over the sink,
is the first time I met you.
It sits there in scent with nothing to prove.
No longer made, these moments.
You could maybe import them from France,
or Germany, but you'd be taking a chance at a replica.
First encounters are too precious not to be bottled,
don't you think?
For in that moment, the air grows heavy
It clings to freshly washed hair and wrists of pheromones
It solidifies, compacts the pressure 'till eyes meet
and looks of guarded wonder are exchanged.
Compliments trade air and remain to be plucked and
garnished behind ears of victors.
The first time I met you, 
we sat inches apart and yet I felt your very touch
Electric scent to be bottled right then and there.
But what if you don't know it when you feel, sense, 
see it?
Will you lose it?
Perhaps. 
But I've always been on the look out for a new memory.
Your's was just waiting to be bottled, blue and glass
Less a replica then any other I've encountered
never to turn sour at the wrists or wane
but forever yet, encapsulated, bottled to remain.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Forget

If I forget,
Remind me of your name
As it must have slipped away.

If I forget,
Show me a photo of my face
As it surely has changed.

If I forget,
Take my hand back to that place
For I've certainly lost my way.

If I forget,
Breathe a gentle breath in my ear
If will calm my fear and rekindle the flame.

If I forget,
Bring the heart straps
That held me to you like glue.

And if I forget,
Carry the memory of us
It is lost but a treasure on a raft on the waves...

TRS, 09/13/08


Details | Personification | |

HipHop Is dead

Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know my place
Beside the King, my sweet deceased Revolutionist 
Rap’s number one supporter, holding the casket with a broken
           S I G H
Someone plays, a radio, across the way
Slick beats drip past the ears to slime the brain
Wet and easy manipulated clay
Media displays wealth and misogyny
50 million dollar chains  
Females addicted to being slapped around
Like China Dolls in half-made    Cl    o   thes
Pose, Shawty and let this crunk beat fill your hips
Purse your lips, Mami, and I’ll let you
Be my accessory
Remember when the revolution was a evolution of the mind
Freestyles match drums in intensity
When freestyles were uncontrolled like the wild brown skin he was in
I felt, loved, Hip-hop in my veins
Let him be the catalyst  for the beating of my heart
I was so in love with his swagger, his love of himself and his people
Hat tipped real       low      to hide the pain

Beat real tight to stop the taint
Of failure and to rise like the dust after a stampede
I’d take Hip-Hop to bed every night
Let him rise and fall like the heaving of my chest
It was so hot I could barely breathe for the intensity overcoming me
The pounding of intellect in my throat
Stroked me from head to toe
And Rocked my ghetto loving soul
And he said things I’ve waited my whole life to hear
play sweetly in my ear
Dreaming of dreams too big
To let fade away
He grew shallow, loving women with hollow heads and thick thighs
Low rides and forgetting what he left at home
Long nights and overtime left me alone
Released hundreds of  artists
Torn between money and the spoken word
His best friends tried to revive what was inside, too late the damage took over
50 Cent arrived with Lil’s, and Young’s and a mess of southern heat
I was there when the light left his eyes
After Dr.Dre’s Chronic
Hip-Hop was Dead 


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye

        
       Though I've begged and I've pleaded,
       Not wanted, but needed
       A little help, a little hope, 
       Not this endless, mindless choke
       Untraditional love at it's best
       And I fear I know the rest
       The butterflies long gone, the kisses so few
       This goodbye seems almost so long overdo
       Though it hurts, though I'm scared
       I'm missing what's so rare
       I'm really missing you
       Or the one that I knew
       We have lost and I can't try
       To finish making it all right
       
		

		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		


Details | I do not know? | |

Rest

Cancerous and tired
Drowned in a blunt loneliness
Again, the angel cried
Without a tear, voiceless
Cradled in the wind's silent caress

The moon, sole in the sky
Monolith of a forgotten day
Feathers scattered, unable to fly
The angel, mute, no more hands to pray
Restless, sleeping in dismay

From the darkness, new days arise
Senseless conundrum, undeniable
Unfortunately, the angel was wise
Hopes, only tales from a gone cradle
A lifeless God's deceptive mumble

Stars died in the blood of dawn
The angel's wounds slowly faded
The world's puppet, a mindless pawn
Twilight, once more desecrated
Another silly day for the condemned...


Details | Elegy | |

If I Could

If I could wipe away the stars
I’d paint them in a row
And count them one by one
Then maybe I could live forever
But that would be a grand endeavour.

If I could wash the ocean floor
I would tie my hair up with seaweed
And I would ask the crab to dance
And his steps would be so fine
But that would be too divine.

If I could ask the skies to hear me
They’d guide me where to go
They’d show me the directions
In the clouds above the road.

If I could sing a song without words
I’d find you there in the shadows
Where the silence lives between octaves
And I would always sing on key
But that would be an impossibility.

If I could create time in an instant
I’d stop the clock when you called me
And the plane wouldn’t have to fly
It would sit and wait to be saved
But instead I cry at your grave.


Details | Free verse | |

Upon Waking

How do your eyes catch me 
those sleepy wee hours 
I stir you 
as a watercolor caricature 
picking through our dismembered socks, 
and shirts that still linger 
with the taste of your 
cologne 
where my cup wobbles 
slopping joe, 
revealing 
my true name 
       (gentle lady) 
in the thinly veined blue white graphics. 

As you feign sleep 
wrapped in a half hazard bundle 
mount cotton - 
your hand caught across 
my pillow, a furry leg there, 
and washed by the impending 
dawn headlights 
of this approaching Monday morning 
there is 
a moment, 
where the loss of my words 
paint themselves 
across the golden rod walls 
in three question marks. 
(I  Love  You)


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Where Are The Words ? ... '

Where Are The Words …
I Am Looking For Words …
… That Will Give Meaning
To Meeting You, This Evening

And What Can I Say ? …
What I Long To Say …
Instead of, Good To See You Friend
And Oh, How Have You Been ?

… Such Polite Conversation
Is Safe Presentation
Nothing More … So Much Less
I Need Hunger- Honestness

Packed With A Passion
Full-Out Conflagration
Instead of A Shy, Dulcet Tone
I Wanna Torch-Talk You, To The Bone !

Use Words, To Sear You To Your Soul
Singe, Deep Inside Your Soul
Soft and Husky In Confessions
Words, That Demand Actions

Emotive, Elusive, Essential
Elocution of The Quintessential
Romanticism Expressed …
The Pleasure Of Your Face, Eagerness

In Bold Explorations, Evolved
From Virgin-Feelings of First Love
That Make It Seem … Like Last Night
Invoking Future Visions, So Bright !

Oh, Where Are The Words ? …
I Am At A Loss For Words …
So Many Things, I Want To Let You Know …
Instead of Just Saying … ‘ Hello ’…


              For:  Ismael Nieves 
Who Has Such A Passionate Style To His Poems
(and Also, The Little Joke of Big Words Between Us …
Hope You Enjoy This One Kiddo - Smile)


Details | I do not know? | |

Love

Love can be a beautiful thing
It can ensnare your senses
Confuse you as to which way is up
It can make you do stupid things,
Dangerous things
If you get far enough into it can control you
Make you do things you wouldn’t normally do
Love is the best feeling in the world until…
It all comes crashing down
Then it’s a nightmare
One you just can’t seem to wake up from
You’re plagued by thoughts of what if…
It can be heartbreaking
To know you’re not the one they want
You beat yourself up
You feel like you’ve been slapped in the face
You wonder what you did wrong
You know you still want them
And you know that that’s wrong
But it hurts knowing they don’t want you
They tear your heart out and devour it for dinner
But that’s after they’ve step on it a few times
With their spiked riddled boots
And left it there bleeding
For all to see
A tortured mass of flesh and blood
You feel so out in the open
So small, so fragile and useless
Like the next breeze could blow you away
Yes, love is definitely a beautiful thing…
Until it goes wrong.


Details | Romanticism | |

NATURAL REFLECTIONS

By a pool of stillness
so silently I sat,
Its water unforgiving-
deep and mirror flat;
A mood of introspection
flooded memories,long unseen,
A future planned together
an ethereal what might have been.


Details | Bio | |

Night To Remember

It was long ago,
In time and space,
Where the night of my life...
Did take place...

The woman I loved,
In tender rapture we,
Were entwined,
In my mind,
For eternity,

To all else the world,
I was blind,
Our bodies and souls,
With just one mind..

We fell asleep,
till late that night,
To me, the world
Was never so right...

I'll remember that night,
Till the day I die,
And maybe longer,
If God does comply,

Those sweet hours,
Far too few,
The ultimate ecstasy
I ever knew.


Details | I do not know? | |

Kiss of Life

A humble man stumble into my life
so long ago in the land of white nights
Carrying the world of sadness without hope

Trying to hold on to some sanity and dignity
Trying to exist on little vodka and cigarette

As never ending sunset move to the west,
he left me with the kiss of life to remember
He put all of his heart and affections
to just one kiss alone
The first and the last

Just before his heart quit beating
He gave me the kiss of life to remember


Details | I do not know? | |

The Truth

Alone I would sit and quietly watch from afar
the little girl whom nobody knew
who was constantly in awe of a twinkling star
and forever questioned whether the sky was black or blue.

Her childlike innocence bore an unoccupied charm
to which boys would flock to entertain
on the outside she appeared cool and calm
but inside she felt great disdain.

Her eyes glistened like pools of emotion
staring reminiscently; memories in her mind
trying hard to control the reflection
but the words echoed cruel to be kind.

One smile would clear the thundering sky
one laugh warm the coldest day
but her head sank low and she began to cry
the pain she felt, too much to say.

Making excuses she quietly departs
as the faces turn to stare
she goes in search for her once lost heart
like an antique the best are always rare.


Details | Ballad | |

A SUBSTITUTE FOR THIS LONELINESS

Another charming woman is
sharing with me what I used
to share with you without guilt,
even without a sad feeling or thought:
to find a substitute for this loneliness...
for  that deep void you left inside!

The cell phone always rang
at the end of the evening;
and I was so thrilled
to hear you at the other end:
to listen to the sweet words that were
able to turn an uncaring man
into a gentler and kinder one...
and I learned how to care!

Oh,how I long to hear that voice again,
and like a dream that needed litttle dreaming:
you came knocking on my door at dawn,
and I let you in without hesitating...
so earger to touch you like nobody could;
so impatient to invent a magical world!   

Another night is coming to haunt me mercilessly
with the beautiful memories and secrets 
of two close hearts loving endessly;
what other choice do I have...if not look away,
and tell myself that you don't exist in my thoughts...
to find a substitute for this loneliness?
    


Details | I do not know? | |

Hush

Hush down like fallen leaves
quiet whispers passing through these eaves
I dare not know what passes by
in the night when all is silent but tearful sigh

Silence from a dew-tipped morn
the passing night still lingers to mourn
but even as the fading moon does die
I still whisper to her under faint sigh

What was then is nothing more
out went love after passionate chore
though I see her still at night
a sigh is all I heave at love's first sight


Details | I do not know? | |

If I

If my heart could stop hurting, and my smile could be real 
If my life could be altered and I could change how I feel
If life could sometimes feel like more than just a game
If my head could stop spinning at the sound of your name
If holding me could mean something more
If it didn't mean you were closing the door
If it could be harder for you to walk away
If I weren't so scared of a little change
If passion were endless and you didn't let go
If I had a new beginning, could I become whole?


Details | Rhyme | |

Making Love

It's late at night,
Quicksilver Messinger Service plays,
We've just made love,
And all is right

I touch your check tenderly,
Run my fingers through your hair,
Which shines so splendidly,
You grasp me tighter
We are as one

Bliss, oh, sweet bliss
Without this love,
How I would miss
A reason for living...

A sip of sweet wine,
A cigarette,
The smoke of love,
Has not left me yet...

Purple room...
Purple Haze...
I'll always treasure,
Those golden days.


Details | Verse | |

Love Is Unlike...

Love is unlike the game of chess, 
as time moves on it matters less, 
in absence, fonder grows the heart 
of someone else less far apart. 

The pressure fades upon the will, 
and like a blue remembered hill 
idealised in childhood ways 
is bare remembered nowadays. 

Emotions stray and gravitate 
to other souls when time grows late 
and vows once made with ease are broke, 
"I love you" with fresh glibness spoke. 

Is this the way it ends for us, 
no bang, no whimper, mess or fuss; 
just simple gasps, forgotten sighs 
and flecks of storm cloud in our eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Falling Notes

Falling notes
Mask an already present disguise
Fate is tempting
But he doesn’t believe in it
We’re not calm and quiet
We speak stately and pleasant
But the signals at the end of the bridge
Shout ‘Man over board’
And peering down, it’s you
Water-filled lungs and all


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightfall

Was it at the close of wakeful light 
  Rough cutting field and town, 
  The dark blade-cleaving deep, 
  Eyebrow sharp and scything down, 
  The landscape hacked to sleep. 

And if it were my dreamless sight 
  Of haloed streetlamp flicker, 
  Murdered shadows spring 
  To lope and slither quicker 
  As the chimes of midnight ring. 

What if the eyes cannot adjust 
  And discern the rise of day, 
  Screening past the chilly tomb 
  That so engulfs and hides away 
  In a heart of darkest gloom. 

What if I no longer trust 
  Evaporate of hearthside yore, 
  And apparitions die as must, 
  Would I freeze forever more 
  Beneath the sheet of nightfall's dust.


Details | Verse | |

Slow Burn

Forward momentum shuffles desire 
from conceptual states to real; 
the leaves on the boughs glow with autumnal fire, 
  drift down to the carpet of grass. 
In times of transition a slow burn proceeds 
until spring bears the fruit of rebirth; 
the gestate of feelings trickles and bleeds 
  like rainbows of oil upon glass. 

Steps beget steps and before one knows 
the travel of vision begins, 
traces of footprints on virginal snows 
  follow the dreams to the lair. 
Walk slow beside me, holding my hand, 
patiently keeping my faith; 
perhaps we will see from the place where we stand 
  how we made it from here to there.


Details | Lyric | |

Alone In The Night

I put down my book,
And I picked up the picture,
Of you, that I printed and framed-
Lost in your smile-
I gazed for awhile-
Then said, "You are going insane."

I know I can't have you-
You may not want me...
But we'll never know will we, dear.
Nor stroll hand in hand-
Through the Florida sand-
Alas, all my future is here.

Besides that, I'm older-
With too many miles...
That I've seen as I went down the road;
A rodeo drifter, 
A dreamer, a fool,
More oft than I've won, I got throwed.

I'll miss you, my darling...
Do you think of me?
We touched, and of that I am sure...
Perhaps it is better-
That our love stay unmarred,
Platonic,and perfect, and pure.

Reality's shattered...
More daydreams that one.
I'm glad ours will always exist.
A gossamer world-
Unsullied by fact...
We'll walk through the glow and the mist.

Farewell, little darling-
Your smile is so sweet...
Your eyes are two windows alight.
I bask in their glow,
When the lonely winds blow-
And I sit here alone in the night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Frozen Silent

In silence she travels and walks through the haze.
Abundantly thinking; she’s no longer amazed.
For the world has stood frozen; her hairs woven like thread.
The world has stood frozen… lifeless… and dead.
But still she will wonder and travel her path.
Time measured by distance.
Silence withers her wrath.
So silent the silence she desperately seeks;
So loud is the silence … she no longer speaks.


Details | Romanticism | |

Beauty is a cruel mistress

I gave my heart to the one I thought was right for me, instead of the right one. 
Enticed with the exquisiteness of her beauty as she laid in my arms, what I saw was a 
pure vision of serenity. 
I can still remember the sparkle in those deep brown earthen eyes, I remember every 
second as her pupils widened with sensation, my eyes were wide with anticipation. 

As the smoke from the fireplace dissipated and the cool sounds of the night filtered 
through the room, it became clear that serenity was just an illusion as I tried to fathom 
the thought that one day she would leave me. 
I’ve conquered five milestones to eternity but for her love, I would destroy paradise.
Beauty is a cruel mistress.


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Senryu | |

In the Old Testament

Between the pages
I find our love still glowing
First rose you gave  me


~~~~~



Details | Concrete | |

Ha ha

I THOUGHT YOU NEVER ASKED 


This morning the taste of mint and chocolate 
Upon my tongue 
My exposed nipples under my silky gown 

 you whisper words in my ear 
that I never heard before 
I sigh! with admiration as I tiptoe
 to reach for your kiss 

I put my arms around your neck 
You whispered softly
Make me hard with your eyes 
Be my dark surprise 

Ha! Ha! 
Why the laughter? 
Babe! it my way of saying yes! 
Oh! yes! oh yes 
and more 


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Couplet | |

Interlude in a coffee shop

To sip coffee with you,
Reading the newspaper,

Sitting close
Steam rises from my cup,

I relish this moment
Cherishing your smile,

Examine your face,
Lines, changes over the years

Still, I look in your eyes
And see the young man,

The hearth is still warm
And I’m thankful for that.


Details | I do not know? | |

The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already


Details | Pastoral | |

Truest Love






      ******

    It's truest form
Is to love others'
        - As -
Thee Love Thy-self
      ------
   This is both a blessing
To God and a Blessing
      Worthy to be
Bestowed upon Others'
      ------
   But first seek the
       Kingdom
  Of God
Fore His very word
    Will Absolve Thee


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


Details | I do not know? | |

My village

My Village

When I live in the city
I always say what a pity.

When l live on the farm
I always say what a charm.

On the farm, I feel smiling spring.
Green lands, sweet swallows do sing.

In the city, noisy claxons of cars do flare.
Deafening ears, filling me with killing care.

Men, in the city are sophisticated.
With stories so dull and fabricated.

In the village, they are innocent
Honest, humble, true and decent.

Women, in the city, usurp men
With artificial faces and false skin.

In my village, people are meek
Brave, generous and never weak.

They host, they give, waiting no take
The thing they ever do is for god’s sake.

Life, there, gave me strength and zeal
Denying hatred, malice and raw deal.

I feel I am when I am there
Breathing the real pure air .

Among trees, I feel clement clime
Wishing dearly if I could stop time .

Every thing, in the village guides me to God.
The water, the air, the dust and even the mud.

Nothing in the village can destroy
My happiness, my pleasure and my real joy.

Blessed is my village, in it was I born.
My memories are kept in field of corn.

Spreading trees with cool shade and murmuring rose
Refresh me , relieve my nerves ,and help me repose .

There, I feel my mind is so vacant.
‘Cause noise is asleep and distant.

When I am far far away, I feel I don’t belong.
My love for my village, in my heart, is strong.

On its fertile earth so much did I play
With my comrades with its fertile clay.

We built houses and made a scare crow
Around which our true love used to grow.

We ran, we fell. Yet we had no pain.
We built cottages in time of rain.

Our bed was the earth, our cover was the sky.
We used to play tricks that were surely so sly

Our laughs were loud, our thoughts were so clear.
We did great feats that were too much to bear.

There stands childhood, in the meadow, incarnated.
So telling, so expressive, with its luster, so slated.

You aren’t you, someone else you are.
Said my childhood while being too far.

Forgot your village orchard? How oblivious!
City –life changed you? You are credulous.

I am still me , never changed , never tempted .
Bearing sympathy over wings so unlimited .
No, my childhood, I am still pure
I am far far away from city allure.

You are ever kept in my loving heart
In that beautiful, unforgettable part.


By ahmed Mohamed khidr
Teacher of English
Egypt / Tanta / Kotour / Kotour secondary School.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


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

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


2.


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

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


3.


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

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

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

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




Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | Light Poetry | |

' My 300 Spartans ... ' ( or My Scheherazade )


To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

 - - - - - - - - - -

… I Have Lost 200 Poems
But Here Are 300
Because I Open My Arms
To Inspiration Undaunted …

“ Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork
Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn
Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork
Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born “

- - - - - - - - - -

A Childhood Poem Remembered …

           I See The Moon
      and The Moon Sees Me
       GOD Bless The Moon
         and GOD Bless Me

… and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry …

                                 The  MoonBee


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 | Rhyme | |

At Times I Wonder

"At Times I Wonder" By M. Taha Effendi (Nazam) At times I wonder what life would have been worth Spent cloaked in soft shades of your sable tresses If ill-fated darkness that shrouds my wrecked hearth Was slayed by vigorous radiance of your eyes' recesses Oblivious to earthly callings would it be so unfair If I remained in your mesmerisms so eternally engrossed Your heavenly allure my parched eyes would ensnare On the fabrics of your existence my love I embossed When plagued by the bitterness of life's onerous race I would drink the glacé elixir upon your crimson lips Bury my distresses within the calm of your embrace Build my sanctuary in the shade of its eclipse Sigh! This traitorous heart pounds even in such dismal state I breathe with no hope of mirth nor a word of protest My vacant eyes resigned to this inescapable fate I stand unwilling to rebuild my plundered nest Clasped perforce to my bosom the agonies my love bequeath I heave my wounds through accursed corridors that adorn Deathly shadows that loom, daunting horrors that wreathe Where every step garlands me with camouflaged thorns With not a course in sight, neither a goal nor any thrill I trudge with bare feet across the scorching earths Dreading the inevitable plunge from edge of sanity and still At times I wonder what life would have been worth (Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2012)


Details | List | |

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Details | Rhyme | |

Need for Love

A light shone through my door
Liquid from the moon above;
I stood inside my bedroom
And felt the glow of love.

Shining in the moonlight
My dreams did float and dance;
And you were captured with them
In the arms of circumstance.

In the hush of light I saw
A dream almost come true;
From out of space where voices speak 
Were words for me and you.

I came back down to earth
My room seemed just the same
But emptiness had filled the space
Where once I spoke your name.

I need to tell you more than this
For my love for you goes on;
Until it reached the open door
Then the need for love was gone.


Details | Epic | |

Silk Scarf


Last night the moon told me to pass,
from that same knoll we used to walk,
midwinter's cold, after school's class,
- I heard the silences to talk.

The moon above, was a waxed smile,
transmitting to creation light;
the pines were present and the aisle,
recalled my bronze six buttons bright.

I think the night wanted to talk,
or maybe to attend and care,
something was missing from that walk,
but was ascribed in the hung air.

Arcane the moonlight and your stare,
asserted truths that were forgotten,
my only certainty was aware,
the pines our song recited often.

I think you passed alone from there,
before the solitude to nest,
upon my Oxford blue sky's fare,
and constellation of Northwest.

Ascend above the stars of then,
appreciate the ghosts of time,
upon the knoll I walked again,
amid the pines, the sage and thyme.

The arbor greens, recalled that scarf,
I bought from Indies, on last barque,
half-ended trip because the surf,
never revealed the moors in dark.

Blue waves on silk, buoyancy failed,
betimes it was this last of nights,
the winds of Indian reckon wailed,
sea waters entered from dead lights.

© G. V. 01-16-2012
( Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Free verse | |

Philokalia (Love of Beauty)

Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips...
Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips
With centuries of sacred silence ;

After I pass the sacred glass beads through
Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew;
After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name
With one thousand sad prayers,
With faith that can move the mountains,
With complete devotion and obedience,
Silent like a statue of long endurance,
Could I remember her again?

From eternity, for ever had been
Above the waters without border,
The light of that very beginning in no world
And no time, but this cloud and the first Word
Who changed the trembling no time's order,
So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green…

Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: 
Lost you'll be for this world, my friend…
But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard
In front of the rocks with human face.
With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend...

Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear:
With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September;
And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber. 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My First Love: The Rain

The smell of rain coming in the air is my favorite.
It’s not an easy sent to pick out.
Most people think the smell of rain is wet asphalt.
But it’s not.
It has a fresh sent, there is a beauty in its smell.
Like a new start.
A redo on what’s been done wrong.
Such a crisp sent that brushes my nose.
Its familiarity is calming to me.  
I know that in those moments before the first rains of the season, there is an exciting fresh change in the air.
Everything will be alright.
There is nothing more I love than the smell of freshly fallen rain.
I love the rain with all my soul.  
It is a dear friend to me.
Has been my whole life.
It’s the sign of the oncoming season of love joy and excitement.
Who can’t help but love the rain when they know what it has to offer them?
When I was a little girl I remember waking up in the middle of the night, no matter what the time was and being able to smell that rain coming.
I would run outside (usually barefoot) and wait for it to fall.
With each drop that came to fall my excitement would grow more.
I remember laughing with joy and dancing in the rain in my front yard.
I would stay out there until my parents would come yell at me to get back inside.
They would seem upset but after so many times of finding me doing this, I knew they found some joy in my craziness.
I still wake up when I smell the first rains coming.
No matter what time.
Now I usually grab a blanket and sit out on the front porch with a cup of tea and just watch it fall.
It looks like a soft loving hand caressing the world around me.
Nothing is more comforting than that. 
I truly have a passion for the rain.
It’s one of the world’s greatest beauties.  
Rain, Rain, please come again.


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Free verse | |

Blossoming

 

The Blossoming

Within shivers
Hot like
Ice
Hides he
Phantom yet
Passes her
Daily
Hides 
She
So shyly
Dark tresses
Unsure
Within
This
Diamond like
Shines
She
Tentative
Within
New
Ability
Halls grow dark
And 
Only
He 
Haunts her
This want
Disco ball
Of tentatively
She
Walks within new 
Wants
Cursed within
The 
Exquisite 
Like shards pang
Desperately
A lullaby 
I can
No longer
Bring
Hold her so
Close
Yet so far
Away
This new life
For 
In Solo
So
Exquisite
She sings

---------
 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

in blue midair

in blue midair

It was the twenty first of January, and cold
a needling thin rain was fellow to my thought,
she stood across the mirroring of nightly mold,
continuous the icy raindrops fell, and wrought.

How argent the details became, tho' in my glance
two distant waxen lights saluted to entice -
- "behold my soul because the night's eluding dance
invites the gazing travelers to fade on ice."

And then my thought reshaped two passengers to pair
amid that solitude and needle-stinging rain,
details that spun life's gyroscopic lift, and flare,
across the road evolved to a melodic strain.

The rainfall was transformed to skyward route and mirth
concourse of invitations to absorb me from
perceived time's borderlands that mirrored my life's worth,
descending droplets hit upon the screens to thrum.

Continuum of silver flight, in blue midair,
beloved of winter she became, betrothal grace,
rain's queen enthroned she was across the night and fair,
her laughter fled above cold January's embrace.

© 08-18-2013, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic hexameter)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma's Pearls

Grandma passed along her string of pearls to me.
I knew I've been entrusted with a special gift from her.
Nothing but pride crossed my mind that day.

Taking her pearls from its box, I still feel her love,
Whether it was tender or tough,
It was done with the intent
On making me feel pride within myself.

Grandma cherished her pearls for most of her life.
This was her 'Pearl of Wisdom' she passed down to me,
"Pearls are classy enough for a fancy affair
Or just a simple dinner out.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend,
But don't get between me and my pearls.
The attachment is for life, it's beauty knows no age."
Every time I put on her string of pearls, I still giggle.


03/12/2013


Details | Sonnet | |

Tomorrow the Sun Shineth!

                   "...when power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
                     --John F. Kennedy


A frat asked, will you ever forgive her?
Come! The house has a toast for you tonight!
Now forget—this is not the way you were!
Let’s walk frat, tomorrow will be alright!

Let her go and have her own way each day;
Cleanse the taint with an aromatic bath
Let done be done forever—God molds the clay;
Come! Stand with us—let Him show you the path.

When entreated with her loveliest lies
Spread your wings to the sky with open ears;
Brittle vows and fragile oaths always die
Shallow days, months, years they too disappear.

Upon the rising sun—look to the East,
A royal feast, my frat—that’s the least!

~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~
© Joseph, October 22, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Free verse | |

Sleigh Ride Memories

Pushing back the snow,
the barn door slowly opens
against the drifts.

Inside smells are rich and warm.
Hay and straw and animals mix 
sparking memories of a long ago stable. 

The tarp is heavy,
but uncovers a shiny red sleigh.
Runners honed to a keen shushing edge.

Sounding of hooves on wooden floor
Snorting his readiness to go.
Harness tight, bells in place

Isinglass heater under a buffalo robe,
cuddling close,
let’s go!

We disappeared into plumes of snow off galloping hooves,
with mane flying in the breath of nostrils flaring.

Sleigh bells singing their song in rhythm of  beating hooves, 
crisp air and joyful hearts cuddle under robes of excitement

racing, racing

Caps pulled down over ears,
cheeks chapping, hands clasping, 
hearts racing,

faster ... faster ...  faster ...


Details | Free verse | |

More Snippets

I. Bleeding -- a world without comfort -- lost without love -- no destination... silently walk without touching wounds... where is love? II. Frail fingers grope... sodden afternoons... winter fog... through gray eternity -- cold eyes, delicious mouth. Found love will laugh, desire returning. III. Making love, we deceived ourselves. Complicitors, we lied. Compliant pawns, we defied danger, practiced brilliant fabrication -- but truth was stranger. IV. Others know desire: ever changing years -- and lifetimes -- reaching towards the moon. Love, be my way.


Details | Free verse | |

The city

It is a city with its lurid lights lavishing upon the night

Products hawked in gaudy neon

Street lamps form uniform circles upon the pavement

And traffic signals repeat themselves across the landscape

A man with flat eyes pulls a blanket about him 

And clutches his dog, he puts his shoes beside him

As if remembering when he had a bed

Whores mingle by the fire plug and eye the traffic

Their dignity sold by the hour 

And I walk there toward the same places

As every night

 

Jimmy told me that you came to the café

Even though you asked him to say nothing of your visit

He said you sat at our table and read a book

He took your order of a coffee and asked about me

And he said you looked very sad in that moment and shrugged

And so each night I walk past the café windows

Peering in like a street urchin and praying

To see your face or that you will look up to see mine

But you are not there

And the excitement of hope drains from me like wet ashes

 

I go to St. Joseph’s in the village 

And sit in the dark corner below the choir loft

Hoping you will come as we did each Sunday

But you do not.  You do not come

And I am happy to be in church

To pray for you, that blessings fill your days

And that I might be one of them

Then it is the garish flat where we knew love

To sit by the window and watch the night

Gather in the city like a troubled infant

And to dream of a soft knock at the door

And for our love to come home


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Is For Lovers

The summer's almost over
The days wane shorter week by week
The hills have shed their clover
And, the sun his warm mystique.

Each month becomes less weary
The pain fades each passing day
The future seems less dreary
But, this awful yearning stays.

Music fills the silent void
Where your voice hung like heather
But of course, I must avoid
The songs we danced together.

My walks help ease the mourning
Like, leaving bad thoughts behind
But only in the early morning
Before the couples walk entwined.

I walk through most of the year
Through summer, winter, and spring
But never in autumn, I fear
My heart just can't take somethings!

I must never think of autumn
Not since our last adieu'
For, if I ever thought of autumn
It would break my heart in two!

For autumn is for lovers
And is also when we met
A time to enjoy another
And, not for love's regret.

Spring is past encroaching
The summer has gone, and then...
Winter is fast approaching
That dead season, my life begins.


                            Timothy I. Brumley



Details | Free verse | |

Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


Details | Ghazal | |

How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.


Details | Free verse | |

Thinking Of You

I remember happiness,
No more,
No less,
Only true love.

I imagined,
You beside me...

I remember your eyes,
I remember your lips,
I feel your love,
I know your life...


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Details | Lyric | |

Come

Come 
Come
Come
my hands are cold,
my feet are numb,
I’ve been waiting for you to come.

Listen to the rhythmic sound of the drum,
it is summoning you to come,
come and minster to my blazing soul,
and help me achieve my dancing goal.

Leap beyond the shadows of death,
and purge me with your mystical breath,
tear off my sleepless gown,
and cool me down with your powerful sound.

Follow the sound of the drums and come,
If you don’t come I will be undone,
thousands of them surround the gate,
come before it's too late.

Moan
groan
wiggle and scream,
entrance me in your solitary dreams.
pull out your dangling whistle
stretch my body,
breath upon my throbbing flesh,
and captivate me in your powerful net.

Release your knob and come,
shoot me with your inflated gun,
I have waited for this eternal bliss,
but something stands amiss.

©2013 Christine Phillips


Details | Imagism | |

Parallel love

From afar I watch the sun 
That's setting in your eyes..
Shades of green melt into tangerine..
But I'm just a different hue 
From violet to pink and blue
We may never be intertwined..
For we are parallel dimensions 
Of the mind
But if I may say 
The vibrance in your eyes 
Is beautifully enchanting..


Details | Light Poetry | |

When I grow old

I will grow old
I tremble in the cold
None to care
I have nothing to fear...

But my love is alive
Though I strive
Beautiful roses to pluck
Yet I am stuck..

I grow old with wrinkle
Yet I will kinker
You will always remain in my mind
This is how you will find...


Details | Canzone | |

The Naked Truth

The stories I could tell and having told
of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path
within the skin and to the core the soul
through torrid memories of the long lost past.

I'd speak of Joseph whose passions prompted bliss
of kisses deep within this form of Eve 
of baths with gentle hands, where my soul heaved 
as fingers traced each mounds earthy contrast.

 And so that, days pleasures not bow to nights repasts
I'd share with you a tale of sun baths in rye fields
laying au naturel in hip high grass, as caution yields 
to tender taunting's upon an oh so, rigid mast.

Truly, I'd say for bold I am, and never cold,
the naked truth should never be, left undersold.  




Details | Ballad | |

Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Verse | |

Memories

Oh memories, they come and go I remember the fun, I remember the glow Remember your smile, tearing my world apart I never saw it coming, I thought I was smart!! I miss you dear, I badly do I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! I remember the hours we spend living a dream The flavors you like (to add) in your ice cream Your passion to cats and how dogs make you scream I remember how I used to mimic your walk Your clothes and how we used to talk I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! The night is so long, I spend it in cry I love you dear, now I can't deny Your eyes are the reason I shall not die Your love is not a choice, it's meant to be I can't live without, have nowhere to flee I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! Falling in love is like jumping from somewhere high The mind says: don't do it..You will die The heart say: do it..You will learn to fly I miss you dear, I badly do I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, keep come and go!! The moment I saw you, you made my day Since then I'm down on my knees to pray They keep telling me I have to get over you I don't know how to turn water into snow Once I hear your name memories just flow I can't forget I can't let go I can't anymore stay away from you Oh memories, oh!!


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

strange lives on line

 
Still rainbow stands in air this morn; 
the distant garden blooms adorn, 
like promised end to approach near, 
surreal nostalgies appear.

So dream and dream wraiths of their stare, 
amid sea waves and black rocks' fare, 
expending were they - strangers born, 
on sepia stills and pictures torn.

Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt, 
their tears become the rain's first flirt; 
and meet with drops' communion wine, 
deep sorrow brusque - strange lives on line.

How beautiful's this flow of streams
when dancers love and send pure dreams
where silver wraiths of their eighteen
meet roses blooms' homecoming queen.

On iridescent days and glow
next to the stream where fair dreams flow,
regales old promise to relive
and twinkling is her smile of grief.

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name:	 PD poems (Dedicated to PD)
Placement: 1st

© 05-21-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
 


Details | Free verse | |

My Song

There is a happy song I cannot sing today, For all the thoughts of you Were surely washed away By swiftly flowing tears, That mingled with the rain. I searched the empty hallways, And every corner of my mind, But all the fading memories Had left me long ago. All I saw were shadows Where you had been before. I listened for your voice In every song I heard But all the fading echoes Had left me long ago, All I heard were shadows Falling to the ground. There is a happy song I want to sing today, Of sunlight mixed with shadows And memories of you, Of flowers, songs, and laughter . . . All mingled with the rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Remember

Was it really as you remember?
Was it as sweet as you recall?
What was the other’s name?
Do you remember them at all?

Do you remember where you were,
The season or the time of day?
Do you remember how it made you feel
And what next you had to say?

Had you practiced on your hand?
Did you do it right or almost miss?
How often do you think of it…

Your very first Hollywood kiss?


Details | I do not know? | |

There are no tears.

There are no tears,
Cause I held them back,
There is no fear,
Cause all my fears came true

I believe there’s hope
I have to believe there’s hope
Cause losing faith in the future and 
What can be when the bird spreads its wings

What can I do if she doesn’t have any faith in me?
What can I do, if everything feels like it doesn’t matter?
I’m trying but it might be not enough
I have being called a traitor

The person I love called me a traitor and I am not
I am not, that thing that I fear.
I don’t wanna die alone
I don’t wanna die like this, cause she doesn’t believe in me.

She set a sentence,
Cause in a dream she saw how I will be just a shell of myself.
But now I’m just a shell of myself.
Just a little part of happiness filters throu the curtains of my disdain and all goes away.

There’s no beam of happiness,
There’s no sunshine of love,
There’s no love for me,
She doesn’t love me anymore.

She who I love doesn’t trust me anymore
And I in a corner I lie alone
This corner of my own creation is not just imagination.
Here I lie and I just desire the best for you, the best for all the good people I’ve met and 
who’s lives I’ve made a miserable mess, I deliver my apologies to all those who believe I 
hate them or I have being a bad person to.

~Anna


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Tetractys | |

scattered shards

you left me all alone without a chance to pick up the scattered shards of my heart


Details | Rhyme | |

The Darkest hour-H

He never treated her as a subordinate eve She was only privileged to get pleasure And never got the pain of childbirth from him It was he who ate the forbidden fruit of Eden Shamelessly committed adultery in old age. But now that she has left him for a reason He’s a man of passed-out desires and dreams Looking at beautiful women do infatuate him *PEA - “the molecule of Love” floods his brain Wine, liquor, movies are in the top priorities, Mind filled with lot of aphrodisiacs, vitamin, Viagra, zinc, carrots, oysters, garlic and onion. Exploding coffee machines makes him mad Gets annoyed when neighbor’s dog barks Thumping sound of making love irritates him. At this hour many things provoke his desire Though blessed with desire, no performance.
+++++++ November 15, 2010 Form: Free Verse Hon. Mention +++++++ This is fictional write. *PEA or phenethylamine is an alkaloid and a mono amine **Molecule of Love Compound Found in Chocolate, Phenylethylamine Demonstrates Positive Effects on Mood, Depression, ADHD, Runners’ High, and Love & Monogamy


Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means


Details | Lyric | |

To My Foster Parents With Love

I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.

As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.

All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!

I love you.


Details | Narrative | |

Precious Moments

                       I didn't know hearts could speak until we crossed part
               I was walking home, carrying a heart laden with the grief of my brother’s death
                      My mind straddling from the nostalgia of our bonded brotherhood 
                      to the thought of what the afterlife would deal him.
               You were seated at a secluded corner, carrying your hearts in your hands
               And crying out your eyeballs, wishing if God could bring back your father’s life.

      Upon that lonely and rejected wood we, dejected souls, sat cursing out death tirelessly
         For taking away our beloved brother and father.
           That day, I heard my heart speak for the first time; my heart exploded in awe
             And I felt I was captured under a spell; I saw the aura of glory in your eyes.
        It wasn’t your exquisite awe-inspiring beauty that got me lovey-dovey
        But the natural calmness in your voice as you told me your stories. 
          You reminded me of the fabled Arabian princess.
       My emotions turned into Janus- one reminding me of a lost brother
       The other, quite domineering, nudging me in my veins never to let you go.
          You saw the magic in my eyes; you felt the same way I felt
             We were marveled that fate brought us to meet on a lonely path.

    With your amazing pieces of cakes you re-awakened my dead love life on your birthday
   Your cakes were brilliant; you made them from magnificent range of fruits and spices
   The smells were superb. The aromatic smells of the cakes cooking in the oven and smearing your kitchen sent us to an early bubbly romance. 
   We became lovebirds; your crystal steaming room, neatly furnished with vitality bed,,  made for only two- us, was our love nest; we enjoyed every of our love bites.
    That night, you made a tipsy cake; we dined and wined while the stars watched over us
      We sang to our ears; every single love song we played, we made ours
      We danced while we got intoxicated on our own supply
      And before our eyes the night closed its nocturnal doors.

     Under your winter blanket were two figures, glued in carnal brash adventure, wishing the moment would never end. 
       I prayed tomorrow never to come. Alas! Uninvited, the Morning woke tomorrow up
       Under the blanket, we watched the sun set.
    But tomorrow came Janus-faced; with a vice we never wished for- impassioned jealousy
       It tore us apart; pulled us away; and took away our precious moments
    But I still carry in my heart those precious moments.


Details | Free verse | |

Kiss the Rain

Kiss the rain
like the first…
and the last time
you had me in your arms…
Like the first 
and last time
I was yours
under starry sky
where the world 
stood still, for that very moment
that one, solemn moment…
when I was yours at last…
Kiss the rain…
to keep the flame alive…
and bask in what was,
what could have been…
Kiss the rain like the first
and last time I was yours…
Kiss the rain from here on
and I’ll forever be yours. 


Details | Couplet | |

Bon Jour

An eighteen year old sailor on the Riviera in the Spring
Mademoiselle Your smile can make my young heart sing
Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo who could ask for more
I volunteered for the USO, so on duty days I could be ashore
I held her hand and said bon jour, i danced with her that day
Looking into her eyes, Aime-moi, s'il vous plait
Stopping by a sidewalk cafe, we had a glass of Beaujolais
Then I walked her home and promised to meet another day
Two days later I returned but she was nowhere to be found
I saw her one more time before my feet left solid ground
It was a one time memory, a love not meant to be
She returned to college and I returned to the sea
I still have those memories and the wonders that we saw
But to cry, i'l n'est pas necssaire pour cela.
I think back sometimes and it cuts me like a knife
France will always be a special part of my life.


Details | Free verse | |

When I Look At You

When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t lose touch with you
When I look at you, 
I prey upon happiness and I never knew
That you mentioned me in your dorm
When I look at you,
My mind wraps all around you
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you had the best of dreams
When you wake up,
I prey upon your energy and 
Soar like an eagle in the sky
He watches over me as years pass me by
Our friendship is too good to be true
We’re so lucky to have each other…
Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart
There shall be no more death…
Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse – 
Depart and be gone!
I’m waiting to say “greetings” to you
I don’t have the strength to fight the battle
Endless thoughts spiral in my head
Making me feel awfully dead…
Many things are left a mystery for a purpose
When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t forget your name
When I look at you, 
I prey upon your joy and I never knew
That you mentioned me in an optimistic way
When I look at you,
My mind is overflowing with delight
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you have the best breakfast
When you wake up,
I try to prey upon your glory, 
But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake
I wanna give you good advice…
I don’t wanna roll the dice…
I don’t wanna be a living sacrifice
I wanna throw away all of your pain 
I’m trying my best to reach the finish line
It’s hard to forgive the words you utter
It’s hard to forget and forgive yourself 
For the wrongs you’ve committed
My mouth kept running like the sink water
And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered
Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction
I don’t know where to go from here…
But, I must keep a positive mindset
I’m not attempting to get you upset
When I look at you, 
I feel that I’m invisible 
You see right through me
And I reflect anguish and confusion
Have mercy on me and don’t be frightened
Disappear, thoughts of sadness
Reappear, thoughts of gladness
When I look at you,
I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and 
I sense that you’ll have a bright future
Just keep shining...with all of your might
God is near your side...leave behind all worry
Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?


Details | Free verse | |

Pink all day

              
               The old cashmere sweater in my cedar chest 
                always warming my soul on a winters day 
                
                Ice skating with your true love hand in hand
                frosty breath brings a warmth to your cheeks


                Anticipating that very first date 
                first glance the color lightens your way 
                
          
                as if Cupid decided this will be a day like no other
                celebrating in stars above Valentine days Forever

             It is the day God took hold of your heart and beat it for you ~


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Free verse | |

In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


Details | Free verse | |

SLOW TIMES

I like the slow times . . .
	When all the work is done,
	And evening shadows creep
	Across the fields;
	When somber trees
	Stand still and wait . . .
		For darkness to descend.

I like the slow winds . . .
	That stir the waters
	With their playful hands,
	And send their ripples
	To bathe the tired feet
	Of giant firs, that stand . . .
		In watch along the shore.

I like the slow trains . . .
	That  climb the hills
	With plaintive, lonely wails;
	And send their echoes
	Searching through the night,
	For sleepy little towns . . .
		That lie along their paths.

I like the slow days . . .
	When all the time is mine,
	And fantasies and dreams
	Come calling on my mind;
	And anxious thought
	Stand still and wait . . .
		To repossess my mind.

I like the slow walks . . .
	When evening shadows fall,
	When times we spend alone
	Are silent hours
	Of listening to our hearts
	Whispering words of love . . .
		That only God can hear.

I like the slow times . . .
	When you are by my side.


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Free verse | |

MY HONESTY CAUSED A MESS

If I had lied like everyone else who achieved their goal,
I could have spared myself an useless headache,
and it seems late to realize that my honesty caused a mess!
There was a table for two sweethearts
in the finest restaurant, my first date supposed to have been perfect
with all the enthusiasm and the sorrounding athmophere:
a boutique of roses and scented candles! 


The girl's name was Amenda with big eyes of sapphire,
the boy's name was Andrew a little outspoken but funny;
everything went smoothly, the food was superb and the waiter
with an Italian accent was humorous and helpful,
but happened next is something nobody would believe.


Amenda had too much wine and started to talk non-sense
asking me, " What kind of work do you do?" 
I promptly replied, " I am a chief ! " and boasting with pride,
silly words flowed from my mouth, " You should see me
in my uniform...everybody loves it! "  Amenda with angry eyes
yelled, " Everybody...including the dumb blonde
and the red headed who order food just to see you? "
I jolted as if in a powerful earthquake, " How do you know that? "
But she with a malignant glance exploded, " I saw them
flirting with you while they waited for their order! "  


" Oh, pretty boy, you brought me here to listen to your aspiration,
I must be stupid enough to believe everything you say? "
I stood up, pushing back my seat and swore, " I never intented to lie,
Amanda...I am sorry for getting you upset, and if my honest caused a mess,
I apologize with all sincerity. " Ah, you even mention the word sincerity:
here's you reward, fool! " And splashing a glass of wine all over my sharp suit,
she left...while the crowd started to laugh, thinking it was a movie scene.  


Here's my deepest reflection on telling little, white lies,
" Guys, on your first date...don't say what you actually do for a living,
invent a profession that brings in tons of money, like a surgeon or attorney;
go ahead and have fun, and the more excited you get her,
the more she'll believe you...who wants to be a loser on his first date? "


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
==================
old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
==================
graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Feelings

The ultimate sensation and so pure, 
Skips a beat, uncontrollable, yet feels amazing,
Beating simultaneously - an intense magnetism


Details | Free verse | |

Had I Known

How do you measure a morning without shadows
that is caught in the hallows of the mind ?
Wishing to measure, each fragile drop, before the frailty ends

Yesterday comes damp by feathery mist
in the place I used to know so well
and with it is a dream I barely remember
where all was right with the world
or, at best, a makeshift shelter in the wind
 
Where I could rephrase the words we said
and pretend to accept what lay ahead
where we could take back each reckless thing we did, 
take back each careless step we took
and not be caught in the atmosphere so obscure
before there was the cold to dread

It might have changed the future then
if only we could undo then

There would be a different road out there
snaking its way through different hills
where snow would still sleep atop an alpine peak
and the road would end here at our feet

What was then
would not be was

Perhaps if I had known back then....
what was learned in time, somehow...

It might be,...       
     oh,... so different now...


________________________________________________
4/16/14
For Craig Cornish's Contest: "Get Creative"


Details | Villanelle | |

VIGNETTES



I crave for them in weaves of light And scan life’s vignettes on my mind Their charmed love wraps me day and night By the porch, his guitar sings bright Relieving heart’s joys so entwined I crave for them in weaves of light My grandma's laughter soft and sprite My grandpa's brown eyes, firm yet kind Their charmed love wraps me day and night Bedtime tales inspire fancy’s flight Hide-and- seek thrills, now hard to find I crave for them in weaves of light They taught me to win, lose with might Till frail trees sobbed with old age grind Their charmed love wraps me day and night Legacy of my heroes' blessed rite Find me weaving past years all timed I crave for them in weaves of light Their charmed love wraps me day or night (c) *villanelle: 8 syllable count For Janette Fisher's By nette onclaud


Details | I do not know? | |

The Master Mind of Numbers

Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors,
I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore,
When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, 
Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person,
Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem?

Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place,
Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds,
Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers.
Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. 
Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone?

Who gets to judge about numbers?
Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. 
How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship?
More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age.
With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies.

When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong?
Doesn’t sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age.
Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion.
Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Shape | |

Ohio


                ___________   _________
               /ohio ohio ohio) (ohio ohio/
              !ohio ohio   ohio( ohio ohio/
             /ohio  ohio   ohio# ohio //
               !ohio ohio  ohio# ohio//
             /ohio   ohio ohio)  ohio/
            (ohio ohio  ohio ohio)   (
                    -ohio    ohio-


Details | Free verse | |

like diamonds


two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Be Still

And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams
Rise


Details | Personification | |

Ode to Rita and Maddie

Wade through the lake’s water so shallow, A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow. Wade did she, Wade did he. Above their necks the furious waters rose, Trod they together steps softly with no morose, Spellbound they moved without a care, Deeper and deeper where no one would dare. Trod they further unto the middle they reached, Realized she now an early vow she had breached, No further she could wade, But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade. Drifting by now so weak was she, So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he, A time came on when a boat roared by, A wave it created ,it washed her eyes. The heady din grown a was peaking, Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking. The fingered band, beacon it began, A time had come her life to regain. Realized, she that moments spent in love, Will fly away now like the dove. Struck her like a bolt to her love away, Will he take me home today? Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space, And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place. A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension, Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention. Ghastly her act ,in all this land had never been, People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen. Stares does he strangely at the door, For he believes that the path will bring her once more…


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Coffee Time for Two

The cups are on the table 
As the coffee starts to brew
Two flowers in the middle
Now all I need is you 
.
You called me up this morning
Said you'd be stopping by
My heart started racing
I really don't know why
.
I guess I'm just excited
To share this time with you
I can think of nothing better 
Than gazing in your eyes of blue
.
It's been almost an hour now
Since you were on the way 
Wish that you would call me
So my mind won't start to stray
.
Our coffee time's so special
It's where our love began
So many words where spoken
As our future we did plan
.
Now it's been two hours
Still no knock upon my door 
I'm feeling a kind of emptiness
As my "second cup" I pour
.
I sit and watch the clock hands
As the hours pass me by 
Even the petals on the flowers 
Seem so sad they start to cry 
.
My cup is now half empty
Your cup is barren and it's cold 
I feel a familiar feeling
There's a coldness starting to unfold
.
We've tried so many times
Perhaps this time is our last
Maybe thinking of our future
Is just something in our past
 
Though the petals have all fallen
 I'll keep the table set for two
For our coffee time is "special"
It's when I fell in love with you


Details | Free verse | |

Killing Me Softly with Memories

Unleashed...- the beast of miracles at night -
A silent roar of silk cuddled by the ocean breeze -
Ephemeral synchrony of flesh from Heaven
Rains thundered burgundy petals on maiden's tears.

 
He frees her pony tail in uncontrollable cascades
of sand pouring in a stubborn hourglass of lust
The God of Whispers kisses her future memories
along a naked path of a "Forget-Me-Not" bouquet...

 
                                         *
"I'll never know where dawn vanished her nostalgic smile
                                   A soft Mirage - onto the desert of my selfish life..." 
 
 
by: iolanda scripca
 
For Nette's Contest " Soft Sensuality" 
 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Grandpa's Girl

Grandpa was quite an eccentric fellow.
Apple butter sweetened his coffee.
Wore high suspenders of red and yellow.
He'd slip me peppermints and toffee.

He'd lift me high on the shiny tractor.
We'd traverse the rows of citrus groves.
Of course the weather was often a factor.
The air smelled of grapefruits,oranges and cloves.

We'd ride through the sagging trees,he and I.
Had to dodge irrigation streams.
I adored him so,I can't deny.
He listened to my colorful dreams.

One day I looked up and he was old.
Knew I'd be missing him before long.
The thought of him leaving made me cold.
In my life he was a joyful song.

So I made the most of his company.
Raptly listened as he told me his story.
It's written on my heart,you see.
For Grandpa has gone to live in glory.


Details | Free verse | |

Whistle

Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Wraiths gallivant here


Amid the shades of night, in Spring
a wraith descends, sole to release
a dancer's form - raindrop cerise
- one faint caress of fingertips.

Amid the shadows she appears
to walk in blooms and promise feasts
because night's solitude emits,
dark's unsubstantial of tears.

How soft the numbness of hung air
defines night's secrets and evokes
prodigious our dreams and scopes
to gallivant from twinge to stare?

The dreams of night advance to flare
and they become lone blinks and scars
shine like the mettlesome of stars
are steady, sad and foursquare.

This abstract process of cognition
trajectories of souls brings close,
the light's evanescence depose,
our verse in verbatim rendition.

With moistened lips in rain's tall drapes
she comes; the feasts acquire glory
we dance on a remote quarry,
where night adorns the marble scapes.

© G. V., 05-02-2013
(Iambic Tetrameter)

Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: GLIMPSES OF EPIPHANY
Placement: 1st


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal

The clouds are walking and smile a bit, above the green for joy inviting;
They call a playful rain; the green is shinning; the blue is winning…
And your heart is reading my Ghazal, but rhythm is missing:
Because from ink, ascends so sweet and white, the merry dove.
An arrow flies above the rest of world, the mirror’s love,
At other side of our night, when sun and moon are meeting:
A world of statues in which the dreams were pouring down
Since the beginning of the time, since nothing had been (known); 
But clouds -huge butterflies, and maybe stars, just dreamt the light… 
And those blind dreams were swimming to sweet season of love:
Here is the same river of time, where God forgot his blessed glove.
Unforgettable love at first sight, whose light follows the dove,
And crosses the world and the heavens of That One Love!


Details | Free verse | |

She Hates Me...A Tragedy...

Ignore me...Why?
  "You’re a LOSER thats why!"
You Hate me, What did I do?
  "Why else, you are you!"
What is that supposed to mean
  "Figure it out, you’ll never win,"
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
  "You ARE sorry, Pathetic, a Dork and a runt."
Is there anything I could do to change your mind?
  "I want you leave, what are you blind?"

Fine then I’ll go, but I want you to know,
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said and I’ve done,
I’m sorry for the feelings, the love I didn’t show...

And the boy turned away, down the track where they run,
And ended his life...with the shot of a gun.

And when the girl heard, she uttered not a word,


For to miss him, to care,  or feel sorrow, well, that would be absurd...


Details | Blank verse | |

Winter Depression

Bearable winter 
Blanket covered cold
Attacked by white Gas   of
Fallen Snow
 
But unbearable silent
Cripples into the home
Like a snake
To live with loneliness

Get Scattered past
Comes like a shooting star
Burning and blasting 
As a thunder bolt 
To the vulnerable heart

Like a novel keeps turning pages
Last chapters of the age
Tries to be active
Like a butterfly
While the birds are vanishing
Letting to the cold

Heater in the home
Makes warm the room
Cooks once in a way
Finding the present to share it
At the evening table

Cold darken lumpish light
Turns to here and there
Trying to realize 
The nature of life

 A sigh of pain 
Or a sigh of relief
Unconsciously comes
Likewise something missed
In the life of four seasons

Udaya R. Tennakoon






Details | Ballade | |

Fall

No mind to wait
From the pained  sparrow star
Down's moon
For the last siren among the clouds.

I got that feeling
Everywhere I go she will 
Be watching me from above.


Details | Free verse | |

Happy Birthday

We were on the road
the road that ended somewhere
something flew right into my eyes
I closed my eyes for a while
but then you were gone
we could have made it
to the end where our dreams
were waiting for us,
but then they were shattered into pieces
somehow you changed,
those pieces were not small enough for you
then you broke them into even smaller pieces
and still all those broken pieces
if it were to be re arranged would
have your name on it
we had our share of fun, laughter
and great memories, that will
walk with me to my deathbed
but now its too late to be reminded it
everyday,
your face with a stranger
everyday on the electronic screen
I'm still the same way you left me some
four years ago,
and you're not the same person that you were
things have changed,
they've been rearranged
nothing looks familiar anymore
specially you
but I still cannot forget those times
and even though I hate you for what you did
how could I forget this day
even if those memories in your head
lay there alone to rust
Happy Birthday to you, old friend
and Happy birthday to us!


Details | Sestina | |

To Find The Girl That I'd Love Best

To find the girl that I’d love best (A Sestina, 19 May 2014).

I thought to set upon a quest;
One that would put me to the test
So I left my cold and empty nest
And proceeded with vigor and zest
To find the girl that I’d love best.
Thus I left my castle in the west.

So proceeding from the west,
I set upon the aforementioned quest
To find the girl that I’d love best.
The trek was long, surely a true test,
That sometimes wore out my youthful zest
And made me regret my empty nest.

I did not turn back to my empty nest,
That was now far distant in the west,
Rather took heart to recover my zest
And with renewed hope continued my quest
Resolving to finally beat the test
To find the girl that I’d love best.

At a fork I chose the road that I thought best
Would lead to my fairest lady’s nest
But I was deceived by this beguiled test
And turned back around towards the west
To retrace my old footsteps of my quest
And returned to the fork with much less zest.

On the other road moving with less zest
I by chance met the girl that I’d love best.
She saw that I was on some kind of quest
And offered me sustenance within her nest
I desired to take her to my home in the west
And realized wooing her would be my final test

So preparing for this final test,
I pursued the charming girl with zest.
She consented to come with me to the west,
Therefore I won the one that I’d love best.
Thus I took her home back to my nest
And finally fulfilled my loving quest .

It never really was for me a test to tolerate the girl that I loved  best.
So I cherished her with love and zest; because she took the emptiness from my  nest.
Thus I never again set foot out from the west for another lengthy silly quest.


Details | Lyric | |

TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


Details | Free verse | |

One Day

An unlikely couple
with that rare happiness you only see in movies


her hand is cupped in his lovingly
and his smile is so genuine it could outshine a full moon

their conversation is held strictly in their blissful gazes
but what they say is obvious

for them there is no other existence
no other life but the other

and even as they grow old
gracefully, with now wrinkled smiles

there is no couple like them
as if he were Adam, and she Eve

I watch them daily
with hope of a love only to be compared
by the difference between the heat of a steaming cup of joe
and a glass of ice water dripping with condensation

to have bliss like them
I would...No, I will be complete

One Day


Details | Verse | |

TWENTYNET 1960s - aka The 1960s A Changing World

Women's liberation
Bras burned
Girls were confused…excited!
Gloria Steinem central figure,
Speaks out.
Women shout.
Politicians doubt.
Equal Rights!
New thinking.  New songs.  New vocabulary.
Debating: Equal jobs for equal pay.
Strong women.
Many followers.
Surprisingly, numerous men quit opening doors.
Woodstock proclaims, “Make love, not war!”
Many soldiers die; "Vietnam Conflict" rages.
Soldiers come home, their world, changed.
War heroes were ignored.
Women worked untraditional jobs.
Many prayed.
Many died.

© May 25, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  MAGIC OF DECADE'S MOOD 	
Sponsored by: nette onclaud


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


Details | Rhyme | |

A 3 HOUR TOUR--Right here on Gilligan's Island---


Our love is like Gilligan's Island
but what we have is so much more
And to all the girls that I've loved before
they are but Brady Bunches on three hour tours

Cheers to the ladies on that Island 
but you're my "Mary-Ann" and my "Movie Star"
come take my hand-in-hand, with candy tan 
you're the best of both worlds,  but much better by far


I have "Profess"ed to be your "Skipper"
tho' I'm "Thurston" for you like I do Mrs. Howell,
when you "Lovey" dove me with coconuts,
I can't help but go nuts, NOW GET ME A TOWEL!~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CLASSIC TELEVISION SHOW= Gilligan's Island
NAME= JSLambert
*Note: this Rhyme was written as a love letter-ish type of thang:) I hope ya' don't mind the weirdness of it all~:)JSL


Details | Rhyme | |

A Hole in the Universe

There’s a hole in the Universe
And I can see it from 
My 
Hearse

Driving to the graveyard 
For one final look

While the mourners 
Take photos
Filling an entire 
Facebook

There’s a hole in the Universe
And I can see it from
My 
Noose

Wrapped round my head
For one final jerk

Because I sent you 
Away
And it really
Hurts

But I won’t say a thing
Not a single peep
From a  man 
Made of stone
And the blood of a
Beast

Sing me one last melody
In that way you did
In a La La so sweet
La La La
La La La
My sweet

Sing me one last dirge
For the body 
You once held
In a La La so sweet
La La La
La La La
My sweet

You see

There’s a hole in the Universe
And I  can see it from
My
Place

Where the sky meets
The fire

Roasting hopes upon  
A pyre

And leaves me 

Wanting

One last
Touch

One last
Kiss 

One last
La La

So sweet

A taste of  perfect heaven

The complete Universe

I once found 

In

Your 

Baby Face.


Details | Free verse | |

Boney Bonny Dames and Old Money Games


Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on my way, you as the bridges in my song
Making choruses of dreams that could soon belong

And urban princes and their Porsches
Lost in winters, cold in summers
They adore to ornate you, over muskwood and glassy silvers
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars

These hardened hands carrying letters I send
	will wear me down to some sorry end
And this I know
But I'll go knowing
the Chapel charade was the pretty noise
	of sonnets chasing sunsets,
drunk Welsh poets
tearing tails for London wisps

Until it comes, a northern boy without southerly blues
The swaying Yarrans, sparkling flutes, Victorian flues
Keeps Flinders Station stepping full of over-priced shoes

And boney bonny dames, old money games
Skirts for winters, surgeons for gains
They climb to lower you, for fifteen lights upon their names 
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars


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 | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

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

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




Details | Free verse | |

ONLY WITH YOU

Your absence is my heartbreak
Without you, my life seems to 
spiral out of control.
I seek a path that can free me
to no avail
How can I let go if you continue
to live inside of me.

How am I to erase the memory of 
your embrace. The  delicate way
your hands caressed 
my skin, your breath upon my breath
the passionate kiss.

Dark hair wild flowing as if
thousands of dancing butterflies 
had landed on my chest.
 
I was yours, you to be mine
All those moments of longing and
quiet desperation lingering still.

I can not have you 
yet all my being is at stake;
and all I can 
do is continue to love you 
while my heart Silently breaks


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


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 | Narrative | |

HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS

HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love for her Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date as parents failed to understand her attraction to him- this soul connection to his vulnerable rebellion and his love for her As house slept she opened French door quietly to see his tall young body silhouetted silently as full moon reflected his mischievous smile and tender feelings for her That desperately longed for embrace and then door silently shut quietly with bare feet across wet grass ran to ‘borrowed’- car a joy ride for her They kissed long and deep before he turned the key and wordlessly he steered with unlawful expertise as she watched his face in awe of this audacious act for her Bright headlights focused on gravel road intense not a thinking or sensing danger that lay ahead glanced at her and winked assuring protection for her It happened so swiftly at high speed in the glare a rabbit raced in dazed confusion across sandy terrain as he swerved trying to avoid a collision for her Brakes failed as wheels skidded and surrealism spoke inevitable collision of metal and ground as he desperately focused on preventing pain for her Consciousness returned with his desperate screams while he pulled at her door which caved in disarray panicked she felt warm blood on her face -- his fear for her Pulling her out and holding her tight reassuringly saying everything would be alright while she felt no pain in her shock secure in his arms and calm for her He carried her home to face condemnation and guilt gazed at damaged face as she smiled through the grief whispering “Go home!” the truth of this night never to be revealed- protected by lies -- her eternal love gift for him (Non-fiction, auto-biographical experience from my youth) © Kim van Breda—March 2014


Details | Imagism | |

Dream

His eyes in the light of the moon shined like no other
His tears dripped down his face more than I had ever seen
His breaths in place with the beat of his heart
His hands all in a fist with no one to his
His steps shaking
His head sweating like if he were nervous
His body came close with nothing to say
His voice seemed to have walked away
And to wake up in the middle of the night
Knowing it was just a dream


Details | Shape | |

' MoonBee's Heart (or) Filled With Love ... '

.            .Touched By  Love	                 I  Feel– So–In– Love
        This Heart Of Mine Loves	         With All Of  My Soul-Love
     My Greatest Love & Glory-Love      & Always  Truest  Story  Love 
    My  Oldest,  Yet  Like New-Love,    My Life Always Knew This Love
    My  Boldest  - Brightest, Wisest Love, My Surest, Undisguised Love
    Deep & Wide As The Ocean Love, High As Space–Skies Above Love
     My  Sweetest Love,  &  Complete  Love   &  Most  Easiest To Love
      My Unreleased,   At-Peace  Love  & My Powerful, Unleashed  Love
       My  Simple...   Unselfish,   Warmest,   Wealthiest,   Purest,  Love
         My  Most   Enduring…   Devoted…   Desired…  &   Dearest Love
           My Biggest,  &   Beauteous   &   Blest  &  Best  of  All  Loves
             Because From  YOU: Comes  All  Other Big  &  Small  Loves
               a  Child    a  Husband     a  Father    &   Mother     Love
                Friend, Stranger,  Christian - Sister  &  Brotherly Love
                  Love  … This  Real …  Will  Keep Us  Together  Love
                    Love  … Is  The  Only  Thing  That  Matters  Love
                      Songs  &  Dance  &  Romantic  &  Poetic Loves
                        Are  My  Pleasures  &   Philanthropic   Loves
                          Live ... For  Holy  Love  &  For  Only Love
                              Eternal  Love … &  …  Supernal  Love
                                The  Son Of God, Came  For Love
                                    Father  GOD,  Gave For Love
                                       The   Essence   Of   Love
                                          The  Idea  & Ideal of
                                                L… O… V… E…
                                                  G    O    D
                                                      O   f
                  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ 
                                                 L… O… V… E…
                                  Reflect This Love…Respect This Love
                              Protect This Love   …        Until Perfect Love
                   Go Beatles: All You Need Is  Love All You Need Is Love
            Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need
           She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah       She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah
                 She Loves You Yeah                                  Yeah Yeah Yeah


Details | Narrative | |

the mandala with the nipple at the centre

Grogged, split into holographic shards:
Hypnogog reveleations reflect
One dreary dreamer. Divinity
staggers to recall Itself
in matter.

Is God like peppermint? I think him

more like meade caressing 
a breeze – just beyond 
the fresh whore.

Bands of succulence
orbit a soaked mind.

The mandala, stony gravel out-stations
brilliantly placed in the Logic, 
oddly so.

In the centre the most divine Creation.

The nipple more proud than unassuming
more mirage-producing
than drought.

And all around the nipple children skip
chasing fairies in the smoky glow.

All around the nipple dance children, go.
More ancient than childbirth. The cheek

of Isis swirls itself into a Promise. Food
was later, grown men (and women) don’t know.

The milk erodes its own palace. The screen
remains; like the silence in a scream.

Art only, ever in the making. The sacredness
of a breast more than Nature produces.

Some on the outer, independent scriptute.
Some more honest, after some lost inner elixir.

I say: the world would not last long without a breast.

Copyright. 2009. JLM.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Flame Once Burned

A flame once burned where embers glow And deep inside my heart I know Untended embers turn to ash And I know dreams are known to crash. Our love kindled a passion’s fire That promised never to expire Somehow, though, time passed us by And our endless flame began to die We knew a flame would leave an ember -- We’d soon have nothing to remember Yes, unattended, embers go And leave just ashes with no glow To say to me, “a flame once burned” Will bring from me this, in return, “Only, embers, flames and sparks Can bring light into the dark.” Ashes, on the other hand, Still have much at their command In their warmth remains, you see, Some hauntingly beautiful memories. John Posey 12/02/12


Details | Free verse | |

WAKING IN SAN FRANCISCO

The sun did not rise with me this morning. The cold, grey mist was there Embracing all the places We had been the night before. The music, too, was gone; And emptiness enfolded me Like silent fog On city streets. Were you ever here? Did we sing a song And dance in the moonlight . . . Embrace, laugh, and Hold each other? I cannot find you now.


Details | Couplet | |

Dehydrate Me

She Sings about Love, But She's Broken
On The Inside Like a Dulling Light.

                - He Lost His Muse -
           - But She Lost So Much More -

Maybe None of us are Talented, Maybe
Love Perpetuates Creativity.

                - Onto a Steel Corridor -
            - Spattered With Broken Glass -

The Only Way Out of This is To 
Let The Waves Lap at Your Feet. 

                - So That The Shoreline Weighs -
               - More Than The Deepest Fathoms -

I'll Play With Fireflies in The Twilight, and They'll
Indulge Themselves in My Eyeline Reflections.

                - Fall To Your Knees in the Water -
               - So That The Salt Stains Your Lips -

Sink Your Teeth Into My Neck and Bite
My Mouth, It Was How Your Back Arched.

                - But Don't Ever Let it Bring You Down -
               - If We Burn, We'll Burn Together, Alone -               


Details | Sonnet | |

Autumn figure

Oh, you're brilliant, you deciduous darling 
I'm falling for your colorful ways
leaving me tumbling and a'swirling
Autumn, I'm in love with you today

Take me down your sentimental paths
rustling my memories hued into now
and leave them there smelling past
the years I still remember somehow

Rising scents burning smoky flaring
youth revisits my ancient memories
t'was good to recall that time sharing
days running toward life's vagaries

Not knowing our coming appreciation
making it blazing to Autumn's elation

© Goode Guy 2012-11-14


Details | Rhyme | |

I Want

I want to sing you
I want to write you
I want to watch you
And describe you

I would like to compose you
You, my ninth symphony
To put you on a stave
To play your melody

I want to sculpt you
Without engraving too much
Hardly anything to change
Some details to fix

I want to photograph you
Under different lights
To whip with the flash
All those artifices that are hiding you

I want to break your records
Go through your body's limits
Jump higher, run further
When man an athlete is one

I could go on with other arts
But none of them seem good enough to define you
So I'll go on in which my words are the finest
For you, I'll never stop writing


Details | Free verse | |

We Never said Good Bye

I love you in spring… 
When the sun kiss the dew upon virgin grass
When robins build their nests high up in tall trees  
And soft rain quenches the thirst of the rich, black earth
Making music with watering cans on the patio floor
That lulled us into slumber on lazy Sunday afternoons

I love you in summer…
When surf dances atop playful, swelling waves
Its wild and loud roars drowns out carefree laughter
And mimicks our frolicking beneath the blazing sun
Inviting us to share warm nights beneath dazzling stars
Wrapped as one, gazing the moon in the southern sky

I love you in autumn…
When brisk winds hurry to undress proud elms
When casual walks and a fire signals the end of day
In love, we never notice the fading sun light
Then comes the day when ‘jealous fate’ interferes
And time swallows the many years we’ve been apart

Soon, winter comes and I will love you still…
When frigid weather lingers long and chills the bones
Can lovers’ hearts call through corridors of time?
Perhaps, deepest love dissolves invisible walls?
At last, you’ll find me here, somewhere in between
And who knows, it may be like we never said good bye
~*~


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That  some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare were the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Grandchildren, by the Grace of God
Who, I pray, shall all be well shod
Now, material gathered for the making
Of the future Christmas stockings

***************************************************************


We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockings. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. 










Details | Prose Poetry | |

The color of love

Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, 
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start

My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all

Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.

I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".

 If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and  break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


Details | Free verse | |

Be My Valentine

              
     Sweetheart you make me smile,
     and my life worthwhile.
     I cherish the day we met.
    
     You mean the world to me, you are
     my sunshine, the rainbow after the rain.
     The moon and stars are no match for my 
     love for you.

     No other can fill this space in my heart.
     Celebrate and enjoy this special day with me,
     my partner for all time.
  
     I love you , please say you'll be be my valentine.

     Anne Rutherford
     Copyright 2008
    Poems From The Heart
    Series

  
  note- I wrote this for him
  because we never got 
  valentines . we were married on 
   Feb.14th.
     
     


Details | Ballad | |

Give Me a Shot

As soon as I walk in, 
you walk right up to me;
And I know what I want, 
but you ask me what I need.
I know you're just doin' your job, 
and I'm just doin' mine,
but I cannot help but wonder if you're open, come closin' time.

There aren't many people, 
with whom, I get along;
And there are even fewer, 
for whom, I'll write a song,
but you like to hear me sing, 
and I like to watch you pour.
I wonder if there's something that we both would like much more.

Hey, bartender.  Would you wait on me?
I guess I'll just have to wait and see. 		
But I don't care if it's last call or not - 
Hey, bartender.  Would you give me a shot?

Let's make a toast:  To making the most of most.
Let us not look to see.  What will be, will be.

So, when you close out my tab,
and I ask for one more thing;
And say, "Could you call me - a cab?" 
'Stead of "Call me in the morning."
'Cause I don't wanna go too far, 
but I don't wanna go without; 
So, if I am where you are, 
please, bartender, don't close me out.


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

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

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


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


Details | Free verse | |

Power of Your Love

To a Bride and Groom

You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
dotted line
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
glass house
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss




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 | |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


Details | Free verse | |

Children, I Miss You Both...

I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
     hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
     taking care of you when you are sick,
     comforting you when you don't feel good.
     trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
     the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
     the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
     just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
     taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
     taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.  
     taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
     watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
     getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
     telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
     wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
     May you both be blessed, 
     by The Holiest of Holies Himself, 
     in every area of your lives.
Love Mom


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Who i am

Who i am

Gazing at the mirror observing what I see,
all might not be perfect, but it all belongs to me.
In the eyes of the mirror, a woman beckoned me,
when I looked at her from head to toe, I just love what I see.
 There might have been a part of me, that to me was never known,
 i would have search to find it, if I had only known. 
This love for myself that was embedded inside confused an approaching frown
 and the moment I spent to discover myself, my world Turned upside-down.


I was afraid of people saying, "Who does she think she is?"
 Now i have the courage to stand and say "this is who i am".
 Never will i follow the majority of living a life of constant duplicity,
 as a successful rebellion, take me as I am, or watch me walk away.
 What makes me, me is my originality, with lots of sincerity
 and I cherish this freedom which lies in being me.

The eyes of the society might not project its light on me,
but never will this bring me down or makes me think less of me.
 No external source will fulfill my void, within me i find my eternal joy.
 Known life's is too short to be self- obsessed but when my eyes sent me a rainbow
 filled with gentle colors that project confident within me, 
my world seems brighter each time i opened up the window of my face. 


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Abandoned Theme Park

When we first met here, it didn’t have such a dead feeling like it does now. This place used to have a soul, it used to be alive. Now it stands alone like a nameless grave. Forgotten and empty. Isn’t it funny? A place that once made me so happy, now feels like I’m walking into an angry cellmate’s prison cell, waiting to get shanked in the heart repeatedly. I walk past what used to be our favorite wooden roller coaster which is now rundown and rusty. It’s in shambles; parts of it are not even intact. The broken half of the wooden roller coaster looks as if it’s trying to reach out to the other piece that has fallen apart to become connected and complete again, but the overgrown vines keep them apart. I finally stop walking to look up to admire what has become of this thing that now reminds me of a torture device from a scene from the movie Saw. Just as I thought, looks worse than it did before and each day it begins to look more and more like an old woman who needs help standing up.  As I stand here my mind begins to play tricks on me. My focus is now shifted from the wooden roller coaster to ground level of the vacant theme park.  From a distance I see him and I laughing together, looking at each other as if that was exactly where we wanted to be and nowhere else. Then my mind starts to flicker the scene on and off like a light bulb, kind of teasing me saying “now you see it, now you don’t.” When my mind does this, I know what’s going to happen next. This scene that I’m watching from afar will soon be put into my imaginary basement of haunting memories for me to save for another dreary walk in our now least favorite theme park.


Details | Lanterne | |

Boats

Boats
Sail by
Leaving me
Waving goodbye
Off


Details | Free verse | |

We Were Drunk Once

Movies played but seldom watched
As we entangled on the couch
Intoxicated by each other, we drank wine to clear our heads
Things were simple in those times

You were red-eyed and freshly mangled
I wanted so badly to make you smile and forget her
For a time I think I succeeded 
We were blissful in our distraction
Playing grown up as we discovered each other

Long nights where sleeping was forsaken
We preferred to lie intertwined 
Talking 
Smiling
Laughing
The sun would rise and you would leave, reveling in how the hours had escaped us
Smiling at the pink tinged sky
Only to repeat the process nightly

Then we traded places
I am the red-eyed one, and another tries to help me forget you
Sometimes he succeeds
Perspective feels like a cruel joke
Could have
Would have
Should have

Someday he will have red eyes too
A cycle perpetuated


Details | Monorhyme | |

Wish I were a boy

When I would walk down a street,
and with head high, love being a deadbeat.
when I would look at a sensible chick,
and then moments of her with me would flick.
I would just make my way to her;
and lead her to my drive like her personal chauffeur.

When the boys would try to mess with me,
and to what I do or believe they disagree.
I would not hesitate to pass my strong fist,
And let them know that another bully cannot co-exist.

When I would feel low and while all alone,
And deep in my tiny heart I would feel thrown.
I would just go to the nearby store,
Buy me some cigarettes or walk to a h're.

When my girlfriend says, "I cant continue with you";
fearlessly claim that the love was just hitherto.
I would not hesitate to turn my back to her
And diminish the pain in my heart, just like a blur.

I would walk again, as easy as a toy...
And start with the next, thats the advantage of being a boy...


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Tired Of It All

I'm tired of the lies,
I'm tired of the deceit,
I'm tired of the rumors,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of all the heartaches,
I'm tired of the break-ups,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the hatred,
I'm tired of the sadness,
I'm tired of the anger,
I'm tired of it all.

I wish everything was perfect.
I wish everyone could get along.
I wish all the negative things in the world could be tossed away.
I wish, I wish, I wish...but this is reality, and here...NOTHING is perfect.


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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried love

He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting,
As I sneak out the back door again.
I stalk across the dimly lit garden,
Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain.
 
Even during blissful moments in his arms,
Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes.
I close mine only to see your face again,
In the blackness, dark as night skies.
 
How can I be happy with someone else,
When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake?
How can I smile up at him,
When its your features I'm trying to remake?
 
Even though he makes me happy,
Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me.
I start the car and stare at the lucky charm,
Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee.
 
I guess it never did work,
Because now I'm sitting in this empty car,
Wondering how things could have gone this wrong,
When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star.
 
I'm driving down the familiar road,
Wishing an accident would take away this pain.
Better a quick unfortunate incident,
Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane.
 
Walking through the wrought iron gates,
I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out.
Each time I reach the graveled path,
If you're worth the trouble, I doubt.
 
But I cant help stalking out the house,
You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage.
Praying silently he never finds about you,
For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage.
 
I feel the steady calm rising as I near you,
Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves.
I can hear my heart beat in my ears,
I move to your headstone among the other graves.
 
As usual I trace the engraved heart,
Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover.
Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so,
For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Rhyme | |

We Went to Grandma's House


We went to Grandma’s house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We’re glad we had time with her! We wouldn’t miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She’ll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

The Day my Daughters Grow Up

Yesterday
I could see their births as if it was just
Yesterday
A time when all I knew was love 
Yesterday
I’d no thought for tomorrow, just the day
Yesterday
How they changed the world in every way
Yesterday

Little smiles
How they melted this man, their father’s heart
Little girls
How they instantly became a needed part
Little hands
That held tightly to the palm of mine
Little babies
How they’ll always be this man’s sunshine
Little girls

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies I had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

Maybe
They’ll never fall in love with any boy
Maybe
But, then they’ll never learn of all that joy
Maybe 
They’ll wait until they reach old forty two
Maybe
But, that’s a dream that won’t come true
Maybe

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies we had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day I will walk them down the aisle
They’ll look at me with that little girl smile
I’ll do everything to hold back the tears
Forced by the memories of all their years

The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day
When I am old and they come to visit me
One day
I’ll still see them as kids, though with families
One day
Despite age, they’ll always be my little girls
One day
Is every day that I’m alive in this world
One day

The day my daughters… 
grow up…
Is the day, 
I’ll grow up…too


Details | Free verse | |

Destined To Dust

It's The Hardest To Write When There's
Nothing But Momentum Driving The Misery.

                            - Every Single Day is The Same -

Each Limb Protruding From My Torso, Which
May as Well Just Be Headless Flesh and Muscle.
 
                            - Wouldn't Make a Difference -

I am Destined To Dust, as are We all, The Impact
I Have Created Will Follow Me Only To Soil.

                            - The Decaying of Empathy-

Every Particle, Every Fibre of My Entity Screams
At The Exact Same Time With The Same Voice. 

                            - Somebody Set Me Free -

"Dont You Get It Boy?" They Scream To Me, "Don't
You Get It? We are Nothing, You... are Nothing"

                            - ...Without Her -

Time Seems to Ten Fold The Scenarios I Create 
So Speedily, Causing Small Cracks To Appear Vast.

                            - All Cavernous and Crumbling -

Walking Past Pictures of Your Childhood, Hands All
Covered in Cloudy Residue, Wondering Where it Went.

                             - You Have Nothing -

To Fall From Grace You Must First Reach it, But I can't
Hold Myself Accustomed To Such a Privilege, Not Yet.

- Maybe Death Will Verify My Existence -

- Just Like She Did -


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Twinkling eyes

Twinkling eyes that sparks, funny how emotions can takes over the heart
Impossible words that is hard to find, thinking one movement and he might cross
the line.  He wore his pride like a badge, but the wounds in his heart is deep,
and for him to love again is just a broken dream.

Even through loneliness scream when he’s under his sheet,
He rather succumb to its sting, other than listened to the silence song his
Heart had to sing. Known his heart is a self made wall,
And he’s not the type of man she should tell how much she loved afterall.

Thoughts kept running through his mind when he recall
how profound he looked her in the eyes. Making him feelings so awkward that
 he could not control all he knew is having her besides him daily, his love will grows.
He realize that her tender care is the only thing that keeps him alive, yet he 
Settled with routine and afraid go beyond the boundaries.

She reaches out to feel his touch, but somehow had not get enough
Thinking of going her way, but she knew her mind will suffer in everyway
He took her in his arms, where she found security. Hands in hands 
She looked in her lover eyes and saw the love inside and
Made him show the feelings, he always had to hide
Tears fell down his face as emotions takes over
his body language says everything and there things became clear.


Details | I do not know? | |

You Let Me Down

I waited every day

Hoping to see your face,

But I never saw it again.



You were supposed to

Be there for me, you were

Supposed to love me.



Momma, what did I

Do wrong? Why didn't

You love me anymore?



You left me with strangers,

Walked away from me

When I needed you to stay.



You let me down

In the worst possible way,

It hurt so much.



Even now my beating heart

Still breaks when I think

Back on those days.



Those days when I waited

To see your face just one

More time but never did.



Those days when I wished

You were her, hugging me,

Telling me she loved me.



But it's over now and I'm

Doing okay, I swear that

I will never be just like you.



You who chose her drugs

And alcohol over the one

Thing you should've chosen.



But it's too late for regrets,

And it's funny, after all this

Time, I can't seem to hate you...


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for Grandma

Your spirit flew to life beyond the vail.
Those aged bones were what you left behind.
Though love remained with memory and tale.
A royal heart like yours is hard to find.

Ó November 16, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Sijo | |

Bride of the morning

Bride of the morning I await your larking voice
Like nightingale's solace, or balm of woodland dove
A new year has began and how my heart rejoice

The coming hour when we alone the starry curtains shield
Cuddled in dew's sweet blanket, each breast a pillow yield
And every wave shall whisper the tenderness of love


Details | Rhyme | |

Always the same

I remember the smiles
From a thousand miles,
The crowd that gathered,
The smiling baby to be fathered,
The blessings made,
That their hopes do not fade,
I heard the general chorus,
The strength, the happiness, the force.
But a different group,
Came in a huge troop,
All, new faces of a different birth,
To witness a fallen strength.


Details | Lyric | |

I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


Details | Free verse | |

Photo Album

I keep an old photo album 
on my bottom shelf. 
I get it out every once in a while, 
just to sift the time away 

I keep a lot of pictures 
There inside that book. Some are old and a little 
Yellow now, but still somehow clear. 
Funny hair and clothes. Gigs and weddings, 
funerals and newspaper clips, 
just like time standing still 

Tonight I looked through it again, 
just knowing what I might find. 
Somehow I think my heart 
knew what it was looking for. 
by the time I got halfway through 

As I neared the end 
of this blue memory lane…I saw it again… 
the picture of you and me on our first night together. 
I remember your blue eyes, your beautiful smile…. 
I remembered you….in my heart 

You are, were, and always will be the love of my life, 
The memories came flooding back, 
too fast for words, and too strong to hold. 
I remember God smiling down on us 
As we shared our first night. 

Dear God-how I loved you 
(and still love you) so much 
But now it can’t be…when 
time and pain have driven us apart. 
How did it get this way? 

For minutes that seemed like years, 
I cried my tears on your picture 
And kissed your cheek on that page 
I was trying so hard to keep the pain away. 
But it came unrelenting… 

And I’m afraid there are 
many more tears to cry 
who knows when they’ll come 
My heart is forever yours, captured 
in a snapshot on page 24 

As I lay me down to sleep 
I pray the Lord keeps you safe 
May you feel loved tonight 
even though 
I’m very far away 

I’ll always keep your picture 
And your kiss inside my heart 
I just can’t bear to 
throw away the memory 
Of the love that we’ve lost 

Your picture is still inside 
That album on my shelf 
Sealed by tears, and prayers 
Memories too painful to hold on to, 
and too precious to let go


Details | Sonnet | |

sonnet 2013

I raised my pen in hope of a new thought,
When an idea struck me much joy it brought,
As a sonnet i wish to carry forth,
In dark some night, it shines bright as a torch;

If only love could be a fairytale, 
On a beautiful yacht we both would sail,
Under the starry heavens filled with stars,
Deep in thoughts thinking about how you are;

I turn to you and gaze into your eyes, 
To know that love is not another lie,
A sonnet i completed with much ease,
I felt relieve as love would never cease...


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm sad today-- memories of a princess--

I'm sad today

Because I let all the best in me, turn and walk away
I miss the way you'd laugh at the absurd things that I'd say
The hours and the patience spent, driving home the truth
I'm not funny, I'm not special, I'm not ANYTHING without you
The castle that you conjoured with your hope and dreams and charms
Mean nothing for the princess who was banished from your arms
I never meant for ice to form and futher cool the breeze
Developed from the manic time I brought you to your knees

Oh god I'm sorry
I'M ****ING SORRY
said the princess to the wind
as she tries to recall the moment her mind became unhinged

My hands enshroud my face as I remember wistfully
All that love I took for granted, just cos I believed
There there was more than this, than us, than nights blurred into day
No sense of time. 
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Though I'd erase the times I turned my back on precious things
That I discarded, disregarded the ecstacy love brings
Still trapped by my own selfishness, beat by my vehemence
Fighting back emotion as I suffer every consequence
I know we said we're soulmates but Im sorry, mine was sold
It's sudden, bitter lifelessness had started growing mould
My shallow breaths were not enough, I failed you again
I couldn't keep the one last thing that kept me safe and sane 

I'VE LOST EVERYTHING
wailed the princess to the sea
and let go of the cliffside, she fell eternally.


Details | Free verse | |

Deep Waters

Knowing defeat I now softly sleep my arms are lighter and feet do not tread deep waters My brain rest from spirits for the time being I do not fight that loss of control and shut my eyes and no man nor beast removes me from who I am I close the gates to my home away from all this life I have reclaimed to be solely mine walking a closer walk with God and his Son I mend my circles and close off my heart from the world peace showers down upon my head I will remember the dead the sacrifices they made for me to live and softly cry all alone


Details | Clerihew | |

We can swim beyond the storms

Unknown friend immerses 
In my fullerene verses,   
And finds four allotropes forms… 
We can swim beyond the storms.


Details | Free verse | |

The Flood

How little the clouds think when they glow white
forming shapes tossing about
when filled with moisture oh how grey they will be
until they shed themselves of this heaviness
like a heart in love skips a beat
but when broken you can literally drown you see


Then those tears oh how they flow
how is it possible to love someone so
and they think of you as the lowest of low
others say they have loved many and the feeling soon goes
I want to ask them;
are you sure you were truly in love
because I would have no time in my life 
to do this over and over again

It is there trapped inside of me
no matter what they do or how little they show
I still love them with everything I am and know
oh sure I have loved and do love
they come and they go
but I find it impossible for someone to move on
if they have been in love with their true soul
it is different and as those heavy grey clouds
fills so full and sometimes it has to just explode
shedding tears of what it has found
oceans, lakes, streams, and creeks were formed
all because a cloud was filled with all that is moist

My heart is full of love and when they need me I come forth
but all through the day it is that one I think of
if only they could see this or that joy
how I wish they were here for more than myself
I would love to give them all of this love
until then I am a heavy cloud waiting to explode
knowing they will never come
but even though they let me go
it is them I love
my five senses I wait to share in joy
to grow old loving life in their arms
instead of always patching up this arc in my flood


Bear with me, I am having a life change and caught up in it. Thank you to whomever helped get my other poem featured. I was very excited to see my name. lol The poem was an emotional one however. lol The truth but very emotional, as you see I am emotional on everything. lol So thanks, and please don't be too hard on me. :D


Details | Rhyme | |

Stardust Wink

In louver I waited ‘til night confined the sky
Incandescent stardust once made me starry-eyed
That tempestuous evening hid the Milky Way
Nocturnal beetle mimicked pristine light that I prayed

In a flick, my desire to see you restrained by distance
I just clutched to stargazing to show me moments of you
An interlude to make feelings in alliance
Where kisses and hugs are free to view

Lurking in the sky, time held its breath
As my eyes glowed luxurious in our love affairs
My heart sang louder to clamor the light in stealth
In flower’s scent enchanted time as I stared

For I knew evening panorama would soon disappear
Last moment I spoke lover’s prayer so powerful
As stars tried filching a moment to appear so near
Came pouring stardust in my longing to reunite with your soul

By: Noel N. Villarosa


Details | Free verse | |

Roses, Rubies, and Strawberries

Mi fantasma dulce

Send me a rose
This Valentine's Day
A single red

Reminds me of 
The  crimson light
We shared

Years ago

Mi fantasma dulce

Send me a ruby
This Valentine's Day
A single red

Reminds me of 
The sparkling passion
We shared

Years ago

Mi fantasma dulce

Send me a strawberry
This Valentine's Day
A single red

Reminds me of 
The earthen treats
We shared

Years ago

Mi fantasma dulce

Where did all those red years go?

Of

Roses
Rubies
And
Strawberries

Porque

Es día de San Valentín

 Y tú no estás

 Aquí


Details | Rhyme | |

Twenty Years, Daily 30

30.

For to say I see beyond your face
To a soul on fire is but a trace
To how deep we interlace
Entwined bodies golden grace

We began our habitation on the floor
Old futon mattress, bedroom no door.
The classic poverty roaches and more
To twenty years later, king size galore.

For to say I hear you beyond your words
To a sound blown sweetly for little birds
To a refined quip  on artists preferred
Defined ideas inspiration spurred.

We began our love song in a basement tomb
One broken bass amp, an unfinished room
The classic garage band dreams and fume
To twenty years later, still bride and groom.


Details | Ode | |

Remembering Belle

She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest     
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine

Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day

Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again

Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend



Details | Free verse | |

I dreamt of her...

I had a dream, it was about you
And I was there and you were too
Where I pleaded,"before I die, I freeze,
Take my heart its only yours-accept, accept me please!"

And you looked at me with dull eyes brown
And stared at me with a little frown
Where-on my knees where I slouched and bled
You looked at me, laughed then said

"You will never be good enough not now, not ever,
You will stay the way you are- WORTHLESS forever,
And here tonight in your own blood you’ll drown
And die with a cold, cold iscicle crown."

And as I sank into the cold
With deaths welcomed grip slowly taking hold
I knew then I was going to die
And sadly, I did too know why

I was pathetic worthless, just never that much good
I ponder, overthink-"shouldn’t, would or could?"
I was never all that good looking or talented at that
And to die would do good, and thats a fact

I awoke from my nightmare
into your ignoring stare
What I had thought was a dream
Was not, but right in between.

My Nightmare was my reality,
My Reality my nightmare...


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First star to your empty Night

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and 
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a 
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme

I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer

I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...

I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed

A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight

I speak these words into the 
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious 
mystical journey unknown


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.


Details | Lyric | |

It Takes Two to Tango

I admit what I did was wrong
And for six months I tried to hold out and be strong
But your sister’s advances were persistent
She just didn’t want to leave me alone

She would grope me in the basement
And kiss me in the corridor
She’d feel me in the kitchen
And whisper she can do me better as long as I didn’t tell a soul

She would touch me in the basement just behind the storage wall
Then she would stroke me in the boiler room and have herself a ball
Your sister was promiscuous and didn’t care to stop
All she wanted was to steel me from you so she climbed up on top

In her mind she was older
And tried to justify her lustful actions as being right
And even though she too had a boy friend
Her jealousy ran deep because it was me she wanted to keep

Her imagination had convinced me too 
That you were sleeping between the sheets
She planted this view in the back of my mind of John and you
I didn’t know and couldn’t discern what was right

She didn’t want a condom
She made that very clear
All she wanted was my seed
So she rode me like a bull to breed

From the stroking and petting
To the hugging and tonguing
She would bend over easy 
But wouldn’t swallow a drop

A thought comes to mind 
Why do I post this on line
Because this is only part of the story
To simply hurt you the way you did me

They say karma has a kick
That is fine with me 
I have a temper with an onion to peel
I hold back no more as the truth shall set me free

From our actions to our deeds
My desires as a writer run deep
In Buddhism they say to reflect and let go and be saved 
or give your pain to Jesus and everything will be ok

I have triggered a beast of suppressed anger by remembering
I have danced through fire the door way of lust
I sacrificed my heart and created a hole in my soul
But I could not save a love that meant the most to me



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February

The poem is to be written by itself:
Like life looking for the trembling instant of luminescent lucidity;
Like lovable faces and the old lullaby ...
Like logarithms in a looking-glass of the same fable.
Like the old loom bringing us common recollections;
This February like a loop-hole in the winter`s wall
Is ready to give us the space where you paint the other seasons.
Facetious,facile fag running in the fair falters an old truth
About this famine of poetry whose fan you and me still are.
Fastidious February in a fashionable far-fetched fatigue
Ready to find fault with somebody else...
Feline February near the fence looks at the fireplace 
Where feelings of glass become our every day fix.
February,flabbergast us with your flag in the flavor of hope.


Details | Free verse | |

The curious tradition of the ashtray

(a love poem for my son)

Dreams spill out of sleep
sift across the hardwood floor
covers the window 
in colors of May

slamming me back towards childhood
or perhaps just to the ashtray.
One forged with labor
in elementary school ceramics;

patient fingers size up,
roll the earthen clay,
pinch it to perfection,
this unusable object

is made with skill,
crafted uniquely for my father.

A tribute greater than mountain carved faces
monuments of life’s reward.
Baseball camps, tee-ball games,
selfless Sunday morning catch,

sitting in question 
understanding Auguste Rodin,
your etched piece of history
proclaimed in this ashtray.

The long afternoons,
bedtime stories,
day dreams of musketeers
tree-forts and bandaged knees,

wisdom contained in a receding hair-line
without the restriction of bookends.

This is your medal
placed with vigilance
impatient in time
yes, a five pound ashtray.





Reflections of your accomplishments
schematics of fatherhood, fired
painted with magnificence 
useless to anyone but you.

Standing at the door, a lone sentry
hands outstretched boastfully,
here is your prize
an ashtray!

The reception of kings, grins of rum soaked pirates,
you calmly seat me down with the tale of tradition,

rite of passage
generation to generation,
the tribulation of the ash tray
passed from father to son.

Thirty-something
as I lay in bed
the warm morning symphony
shines bright upon my medal

like a polished chrome hood ornament,
I too have taken my place
	among the tradition of the ashtrays.


Details | I do not know? | |

I still miss you

Visions stolen,
Heart beat raised
You still touch me,
In the castle in the air

I don’t want to miss you,
Truth is, I still do
The smile, those eyes,
I still miss you..

The path has forked
The world has split
Memories tainted,
I still miss you

I yearn for a rendezvous
To reminisce the cold touch
The twinkle, the chuckle,
I still miss you

Cries of laughter,
Strength of bond,
The waiting seconds,
I still miss you

Time does not reverse
The road unveils beautifully
But, some are unforgettable
And, I, still miss you…


Details | Rhyme | |

Paper Thin

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never knew how.
Our feet hitting pavement,
We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin.
I’m learning to forget and how to fade scars,
And you let me let myself down so hard.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
And now I just do it for smiles,
We’ll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles.
I’d lose my head just before that chance,
But if you want we can still have a first dance.
Cause I think I say things that I don’t mean,
Once upon a time you meant the world to me.

Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
But I’m trying to refrain,
To make this not all end up in vain.
Maybe I can learn to love like some people do,
And you can learn to love yourself a little too.
Or it is in all fairness to let this go?
I guess we can try but then we’ll never know. 


Details | Couplet | |

My Attic Treasure Trove

26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove

Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered outside. I picked up a dog eared page of the days of sitting together, In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather. On such a glorious winter day, I scribbled on this page love notes, A long time ago, by the way, in double quotes Nostalgic now the dismal, Melancholy tenors that fill in, Memories of “au revoir”, replete my poignant heart to its brim. A wind now blows this dog eared page & it flies by the old gum tree Dully chase it with some rage &as I see the page, begin to read all about me…………….. For the last two lines, the paper is vacant void & bare, Heart’s healed wounds to open with quinine drenched text I would not dare.


Details | Rhyme | |

Embers of Time

They sat beside each other
In a classroom long ago;
He says he had a crush on her,
She says she did not know.
Now their footsteps softly echo
In the hallways where they walked;
School house walls, were they not silent,
Would divulge the words they talked.

Old bully Time, pushing , shoving,
Maneuvering our lives along;
Once looking back, we wonder...
Was this the right choice or the wrong?
Yesterday he did not speak a word,
Silence-- struck dumb by boyish fears;
He went his way, she went her own-
Counting twinned  rosaries of tears.


Details | Narrative | |

By Nightfall Luminary

The sun enlightening at the front house
two old armchair-in places by the postal —  
the vicinities were dinners in cycles’                                                                                      
parent’s table, the nightfall resembled                                                                                     
sky, —and fling butterfly around upon
spotlights lining by of sidewalk streets . . . 

Surprise was bound my moments
the primary time you’d walk
from my home . . .                                                                                                               
Stupefied, I got enacting take action about
smiled between me teethes of cheer
but, our nasty memories’ dated in dossiers
stopped all my puller-goals
and let you proceed without been
Break up, your trial my call . . . 

I could fallow your way-along
How could, you rendered that, after all?
Sudden was three question mares, my mind
but, asset wound was my heart
thou I dismiss talk to you anew . . . 

In while, along as moment I felt myself
odd, stupefied and mirthful in about
You been presented, then, you walked                                                                                
pretense front my stand sat, an armchair,                                                                                     
by the postal about 16 ft. away . . .  
stopped something in me, thy taking action
then, I felt pitifully fallowed you				
fled in the mile, by the vicinity
And street corners, —am now without                                                                                      
seen you afresh’ by gone twenty                                                                                                 
year long ago, and this whereas then! 


Details | Lyric | |

Dear Ethel

Dear Ethel.

Dear Ethel, as I write these words
A stressful thought it does occur
“Old England be a long, long ways away”
This little thought then starts a chain
And I’m there in Sydenham once again
When I was there the whole world seemed okay.

Dear Ethel, I remember well
What magic in your house did dwell
And you, you were a Princess in my eyes
And Young Sir Frank, he was your Knight
He seemed so dashing, bold and bright
 And the both of you were really full on guys

Dear Ethel I was not so old
And young hearts suffer through the cold
You’re warmth it cherished me so tenderly
 And Love be Love, and Love will always be  .

Now through this pen this song does come
I see your face and the deed gets done
This song has nestled deep within my heart
That Princess once that you did be
Be always there inside of me
Even though our worlds be far apart.
                                  
1999.


Details | Nonet | |

Embodiment

I  lie  awake in  sleepless  solitude, my  mind  wonders  but  not  far.
 My  brain  emits,  to  my  eyes  exhibit, obscured  imageries  of  her.
                  Vividly  confound, inter-woven  and  unsound.
               They  converge: these  enigmatic  embodiment, 
                           Which  enthral  and  bedazzle  me.
                    Suddenly  in  clarity, a face I  gathered  is 
                                             Unveiled.
                         What  perfection  this  thing  of  beauty,
                             I'm  enchanted  by  her  splendour,
                    That  pervades  throughout  and  allures  me,
                                           That  slowly,
               I  yield  to this  parade, embedded  within  my  head.


Details | Free verse | |

A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


Details | Haiku | |

Vignette Polaroid Kiss







                                                     Nostalgic in noon
                                                  Apostrophe in desire
                                                    Linger kiss on you







Details | Bio | |

A New Beginning




      ------

When I think of the time
      Called January 2011
I think about the people
Who had gone to Heaven?
      Just before Me
To greet the Father and the
         Holy Son
       ---------
With full disclosure
    Of the Spirit
With a total dispensation
       From God
      --------
They left this World
They left for a new start
Leaving me behind
In the hands' of the Lord

      ------
Fore the Saviors' Kingdom
Where Restoration was part
Only due to the restoration
Restoration of the Heart....
       ------
In memory they must leave
The life and all of their love
That which was there....
In the Name of GOD
In the hands of loved one's
Many of whom...WHICH
I didn't understand
     ....Why?
      ------
Gone to be with Jesus'
Who is waiting there?
Where we shall all meet
      Some-where
And we all shall be there
And when it is time....
The time for Judgement 
    Hath come'
Then it is time for Judgement
        At the 'Cross Roads'
Where Life first begun..
And let Thy Will be done
In the name of the Father
        And the Son
And the Holy Ghost....
          Amen


                 GF


Details | I do not know? | |

Senorita Sorrow ( Spanish Rain )

Any teardrops that I can borrow?
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
 
Senorita Sorrow
Can you run away with me tomorrow?
We can chase our dreams around
And make love
And start wars
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
You have never lived
It's very hard to explain
I got lost in Senorita Sorrow
somewhere in San Sebastian, Spain
somewhere in her Spanish eyes
somewhere in the Spanish rain
 
We had the time of our lives
But she cried there on the train
She couldn't hold back the pain
She knew there was no tomorrow
My Sweet Senorita Sorrow
As she stepped out into the 
Mid-September Spanish Rain





Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes I Dream


Sometimes I dream of the azure sea
Drifting gently towards the still horizon, 
Its return sweep bringing your ship to shore.
From my shore of waiting I see it bobbing
On the waves, bringing my love home to me.

Sometimes I see you pensive under the almond
Tree, your face reflecting rapture as you dream
Of distant shores, far away from me you roam.
I tried to caulk your dreams with dulcet songs
But dreams are blind when love is strong.

Sometimes I see you in my dream, laughing,
Hands outstretched, standing on the shore  
Calling out to me.  Your beckoning hands touch
Mine, enfolding me. You’re home at last to stay.
Yet your heart, like a shell, resounds with the sea. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fourth Of July: A Lie 'or The Star Spangled Banner

We clad ourselves in colors as we march,
saluting independence through a foggy dream;
gazing at the night alight with flashes,
sparkles,
and firefly screams.

Rockets made in China, cascade/
to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;
a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil
and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;
(made in Mexico).

We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)
gazing ‘pon the open sea,
the port is owned by Saudis/
but at least we stand here free.

Our hands steadfast upon our chest,
saluting whichever freedoms still remain,
those freedoms, their going fast;
and they’ll disappear one day.

We gaze into the abyss of night,
the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,
immersing ourselves in awe of moment,
before it fades our dreams to sleep.

We stand enamored with this land,
the love that lurks within our hearts,
we celebrate this love/
...in part;

fore tomorrow, standing is banned.


Details | Free verse | |

A Phone Call

Phone rings
I will miss you, will you miss me?
No
No? But I may never see you again
(Feelings too young to understand
My ears grew hot
My face grew hot
My stomach twists
Frustration? Guilt? Probably guilt
I think it was guilt
No. Fear. Most likely fear)
I will miss you
Lies
You are a liar.
You are a liar, Father
You are a liar.
And now I am a liar too.
 
¿Por qué mis sueños se rompen?
 
Is it your fault
I think it was your fault
Maybe mine
Or was it hers
His, hers, mine, yours, its
What possession is to blame?
I blame, I blame, I blame
 
Where are you?
What are you doing?
I will stalk no more
I will stalk no more
I will stalk no more
But I want to know if you are alive
Are you alive?
 
No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti
Pero no puedo recordarte y soy muerto
 
I am not bilingual
I am not
 
Did I grow?
Was I supposed to grow?
I sometimes dream that I can fly
The winds carry me through
But sometimes, I forget how to land
With the ground far below my feet
Everyone left behind
I fear that I will drift
Too high
Where it’s cold
And I can no longer breath
And then I awake
 
I am one
I am one
I am two
Sometimes with a smile
But mostly with fear
Anxiety and one
 
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
Do I let you do what you do
Did and will do
 
Me gustaría conocerte
Mi corazón, mi corazón daña
 
Follow me
Follow me
But keep a foot away
I do not trust you
I trust too much
I never trusted
 
They will find out
All of them
They will know
Will they love you still?
Will they love me?
 
Stop stop stop
stop stop
Why did you stop?
What did I do?
 
¿Hacer a quién?
 
Put down the phone
 
Read me as you will
Read me
Read me
 
You are done
As are these lines.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Of A Still Winter's Morn

In stillness of a winter morn, A carriage passed me by, Treading a path old and worn, Upon it's wheels sore and dry; The air about had a listlessness, I heard no other noise Than the passing hooves of a steed, And my inner voice... No birds in trees about that house Whose porch I sat-in, ever spoke Early in that break of dawn, So I looked when the silence broke: A little distance away, and it Crawled to an awkward halt; The horse, giving a plunge in the air, Jerked and fumed in water and salt. Out came a lady old-- Worn as the wearied wheel-- Followed by the silken robes Of a beauty most surreal. In all youth then, i never saw A maiden so fair and pure; I watched in awe as the women both, Approached at my door. In ecstasy beheld my heart The temple of this Moon Shrouded by her hair, like night Working up a rune. Smiling, bowing graciously Like simmering warmth in the cold, She spoke to ask which way led To the house of(a name she told)... Still in awe, I arranged for chairs For my visitors to sit; Over cheerful cups of tea, I told what place was it. And before, they took my leave, I thought i had to say, ''Do stop-by this place Once more on thy way'': Those eyes passed a lively glance, As if to say, ''I will'', She finally left on her way And left me standing still... Bright was the day, and the next ones too-- I rested for the Dame: Spring and summer, winter came But she never came...


Details | Concrete | |

My Heart

            Though                 the time
      Can pull a plan     apart, There’s
      no such ending in my heart, For
       ever and always you and I shall
          be without a care inside of
              me; I know our life can
                  never die, for none
                    could love you
                             more
                              than
                                 I.


Details | Didactic | |

Second Thoughts

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?

We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand

Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


Details | Personification | |

Up Close


      **********

When I look into
The narrowing of
The Heart and Mind
I often wonder
What dose' so many 
People do ponder
      ------
Was it for life's reason
That We some-how
Came to be...
      - Or -
Is it in the Hearts'
Of so many...
That true love has
Come to be..
      ------
Just looking under
The Microscope
In a vision of new hope'
      ------
A new chance for
You and me
      ------
Knowing that,
      - That -
Same light shines'
On you with me

           GF


Details | Monorhyme | |

Stolen Tears

her stolen tears fall in peace
veiled from a world that will not cease
her knitted brows now show their crease
as she weeps into her comforting fleece
nothing can slow their rapid increase
as they finally find their release…


~Inspired by the wonderful Monorhyme by Nette Onclaud "Black Tears"~

Nette,
You are an amazing poet and you are missed here every day.
I hope that these words find you well and that you will be back 
to inspire more of us here at the Soup!


Details | Rhyme | |

How Should I Know

My pretty child how should I know,
How cold winter's blight would blow;
To draw you in with such dispair,
When he sought your presence there;
How a lonely lady should come and go,
When love had left, how could she know.

How might I know dear little child,
When lovely springtime looked and smiled;
Gentle was the nodding roses breath,
Who never knew the trance of death.
Like she who stood in glad surprise,
When she imagined love in your eyes;
I did not know time so swift could pass,
As memories in a mirror's glass.

My darling child, how would I know,
How long I watched you come and go;
How I waited to see you for so long,
When all that happened was so wrong.
You came softly in a gown so white,
And filled the silence of my night;
I looked but found one lonely star,
Then knew how far heaven's gardens are.


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 | Light Poetry | |

Killing Me Softly

I saw her walking past me as if gliding in a mystic air of illusion, stealing my senses
like a thief in the night… reason I beg you, leave me not please!
Unlike my words, her body was properly structured in a magnitude of fluorescence,
I was afraid to approach her because of fear of getting burned, as she ravishingly
radiated heat in degrees beyond my years of studying, a diploma couldn’t have given me the
honours to become a master at this game called… love… is love just a game?
If so then playing it with her I’m sure to lose coz you see, she has mastered the game 
If I hadn’t met her I would have wished for things to stay the same.
But the only thing at stake is my heart. 
From her I should be getting further apart,

I gazed at her not saying a word; our eyes meet and lock,
But I still find myself unable to talk.
Could this be love at first sight or is this just another infatuation?
Feelings of lust developing within me, but how do I tell that we share the same chemistry?
Fear in my mind was inspired by fear of rejection
Words of how I truly feel about her lacks projection.
I desperately need time to adjust to the situation,
To help me deal with this untimely infatuation,
Which came too soon…

Soon, as I stare up to the moon, I realise that I’m just a fool,
No need to play it cool, wasted chances with her got me in a foul mood.
Depression settles in worse than a salted wound,
In solitary, my room provides such a comfy atmosphere
But thoughts of her bring memories and the experience is like rain under the bridge.
Contemplating a second chance is irrelevant,
Will I ever see her again? – Insignificant.

I no longer make sense because she stole my senses, 
leaving me feeling senseless.
I had walked away like a coward, now I’m wondering at what might have been.
Even though I put up a happy face and pretend that everything’s okay,
For lacking courage to stand my ground, this is the price I pay.
Indeed it turned out to be very costly,
And in truth she was killing me softly.


Details | Free verse | |

Activity #3

I love how he acts all tough when he's around me,
But when he texts me, he calls me baby.
I love how she used to kiss me,
But now she's different.
I love how you used to mean everything,
But now you don't mean a thing.
I love how I used to care so much,
But now I don't care at all.
I love how people change,
But how they don't really change at all.


Details | Rhyme | |

Creating Bliss

I take it him down to Louisiana
those long forgotten day I couldn't live without
the days of heat and passion hidden in the sun
barely enough time to do what we wanted

Oh those days that summer in moonlight
when love was my only gift that came from inside
near that old Red River our own valley
the tug boats horn blowing in their travels
but we never stopped laughing
 long enough to hold on and make it matter

Oh I dream of sweet love home together
as my memories make thoughts swim in love's river
two tiny toddlers in that old house asleep
as we made our dreams hope creating another
 in nine months we held our creation of bliss





This is about my third child Sawyer. Moving into my childhood home, he got a gleam in his eye and we took a break from moving right there. I was so young. A tug boat came by blowing watching and no matter how much I begged he kept saying I don't hear a thing. I was so embarrassed. We were miles from civilization but my luck a tug boat came up the river. lol TMI just a fond memory now. Alabama was always on the radio, he would set it to take me down, or she and I. Over share I know. Not my best for sure but a memory just the same.


Details | Rhyme | |

Life

I do not long for yesterday no grief my soul can find
for everything is just in the end of our time
questions left unanswered can make you seek to find
but in the end it is our destiny that wins our mind

Life is a beautiful tragedy for goodness and glory are divine
how would we know how blessed we are if to hate we remain blind
it is only through those darkest days we truly learn to love our life
so as I lay my quill down finished with each dear line
I must instill in all love and honor will always remain firmly by your side




This is something I came to know in the last few weeks. Sometimes love has always been right beside you. It may be inside yourself. Grief makes us stronger and as they say time heals all wounds. One day you will wake happy and glad to love again. Stronger than before. It is not always easy to forgive those we love or love us, but take it from me it is worth it in the end. You will be so happy you did not break or turn to others. A new friend can not fix the problems in us only we can. When we see that we can be a friend and not just have them. I am proud to have been through hell and know I am finally free from my memories.


Details | Verse | |

TEMINIKAN

It wasn’t easy turning away from you
Sure like the sun rise
Is your love

Upon my bed I groaned
Sacred vow I made
A budding pal we appeared
Until nature's verdict played
Like Haiti earthquake
My guards shattered
A glowing dream muffled

Upon my bed I groaned
Sacred vow I made
A wave of pain I bore
Sighting you in anguish
Another traumatic jilt 
Repose far from my being
Your sonorous voice I heard

Why did you leave?

*TEMINIKAN* is a pet name between lovers meaning MINE ALONE in Yoruba language


Details | Rhyme | |

Monet Skies

No greater love than in my heart for this I always knew from the very start no mountain too tall to climb knowing one day you would be mine my version of Monet skies the pride of my two turquoise eyes lying down upon blades of grass gently sir, caress my breast my heart has held you forever in its grasp please love me with passion as I bestow romance this love I know puts me deep within a trance I pray Dear Lord for love to last


Details | Couplet | |

A Treasure Trove of Love

Sweet memories folded inside Grandma's quilts and afghans A cedar chest of forgotten trinkets caressed in my hands This treasure trove holds a young girls dreams of love A drop in Heaven's showers raining from above Every drop gathers love from the garden bestowing affection She wonders will she vaporize before she sees her own reflection From the clouds, she hears, "do not fear", a voice true and wise Love will grow, love will bloom, soon the vapors will rise Heaven keeps all the love raindrops cannot contain The clouds expand, the love will burst and rain will fall again In the continuum of life, she will learn love never dies The young girl will share her love; clouds will bring blue skies By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Treasure Trove contest (Linda-Marie, Sweetheart of PS) Sixth Place


Details | I do not know? | |

3 Things You Stole From Me

For you I put a rose away,
Hoping you'd come back another day.
I have always truely loved you,
I always will and I still do.

To pour out my heart into this poem,
Is more difficult than it seems.
For black on white, either typed or written,
Cannot express how my heart,by you, was taken.

You took it all and you didn't know,
But to love you dearly is all I want to show.

That rose may be dying,
But I am too.
For every second that passed,
Is my life without you.

Yes, we're all human.
Yes, we may falter.
But to hear those three words from you,
Would make my heart alter.

My heart would change from a landscape of a battlefield,
To the most perfect, undying rose: unbruised and yours for eternal.

That rose was stolen away by you,
My undying love was taken too.
Although you may not know this,
It was stolen and taken ever since our first kiss.

Three things you stole from me:
My heart, my rose, my undying love.
I'm suprised you didn't take my sanity.

I love you for always and forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to a Grandparent

Today you shower little faces with kisses
Piggy back rides and little messes....
Who notices???

Tomorrow you speak from your infinite wisdom
Your prayer is heard deep from within
Even though we may giggle
We love that you know and love Jesus.

You let me drive your old truck in the pasture
Laughed till you peed when the chair fell backwards
Love freely, laugh often and give generously what you have
Grandparent days are too short but cheerished!

Love those GRandparents!!

Mine are the Grandest of the grands!
***To all the Grandparents out there in the soup pool.


Details | Rhyme | |

Black Diamond

A lovely lady you are, 
And lovely always be.
Your beauty bright as midnight stars,
And moonlight shining on the sea.

You're all that is fair and kind,
The sweetest dream and reality.
Many times you've crossed my mind; 
My lasting hope is of you and me.




©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Limerick | |

Quadruple Limerick-THE AUSTRALIAN DINGO

I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!

Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!

All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!

I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn:  good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!


Details | I do not know? | |

Friendship Eternal

Friendship Eternal


This is something not everyone knows,something everyone craves,something that bring joy and sorrow.When we meet it was only the start of something good,me nor you  could even guess our love for each other would keep us together.We have laughed together cried together,mourned,and broken each other feelings but in the end we come together not through just a promise of best friend forever but just by us being who we are and wanting to stay together.If someone told me we couldn't stand side by side i would fight until the very end because your someone I've told my secret,who knows my deepest fear and the things that make me laugh,And as you know me i know you.There is never something as right now since we have forever to me your like a brother like a sister sometimes my father sometimes my mother and when i need it the most my best friend.How can we be apart? How can we stand not seeing each other? How do we talk to each other without hurting each other even with the most dangerous words? There no way to know maybe because were us but no matter what until the day one of us dies i want to stay by your side.This sin't love between lovers this is only love that can be found between friend.theses is us side by side arm and arm.We share a kiss a hug and a laugh,this is our friendship eternal.


Details | Haiku | |

Heart beat

Cloudy sky, upset mind,
Falling drops, Rolling tears,
Soil longing to get soaked, Heart longing to beat !


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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 | I do not know? | |

The heart that swore fidelity

06.08.2009

"The heart that swore fidelity"

After I'm gone
You may not cry for me
You'll find the truth
Engraved upon my door:
"Here lived a heart
That swore fidelity
Through peaceful days
And through the nights of war"

Go on and feed
Your youthfull soul with pride,
With awe you wake
In all those lost and cold

After I'm gone
You'll come back just to find
This secret pledge
Written upon my door.

Though years have passed,
Though I have known them all -
Pale breasted loves
Aiming to steal your light

I let you sail,
And if such is your choice -
Than silent waiting
Becomes the choice of mine.  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I met you in my journey

I met you in my journey.
Over cups of coffee. Over conversations.
Over laughter. Pure nuisance.
Over smiles. And feeling of freedom.
Pure happiness. And amusement.
Over sadness. And pain.
That you stuck through.
 
I met you in my journey.
Unexpected. And I loved you.
Over the hours. The minutes.
And the days. Through lonliness.
Through the emptiness. Through the confusion
In your head. Through the feelings
That no one else understood.
 
I met you in my journey.
Lonely soul I was. Just like you.
Fighting through emotions. A rebel.
Transient like rainbow. Forever, I knew not.
My other self. I found in you.
Through the fleeting nights and days.
That made the best of my life.
 
I met you in a  journey.
Which ended. Long ago
And I look back. And wonder.
If I ever cross your mind. Like you do.
I do not know where you are now. Or how.
If you are happy, loved. But I know
In my memories, we will meet again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Experiencing Cloud Seven

You make me feel so complete	 
You brought me up to my feet	 
You make me experience cloud seven 	
You brought me to your heaven 

Your words implant seeds of growth
Your eyes, an undying oath
You quench me with serpentine poetry  
You gave in to gravity 

You melted my heart of ice 
I’m your living sacrifice 
You watched over me with glistening eyes  
Your warmth never screams goodbyes   


Details | Blank verse | |

Sweet Longing

She comes everyday at dusk,
When the Sun's about to melt
Down in his aerie nest.
She comes and greets me
With flowers in her hands
And a smile on her pretty face...

She touches me with her warmth--
The blushing of her rosy cheek--
She talks her heart's deepest to me
And often laughs with joy...
I laugh with her--Cry with her,
Then try to wipe her tears:
I'm left with the longing to hold her hand,
When she kisses me goodbye,
And bidding farewell,
Walks away from the grave where I lie.....


Details | Verse | |

Composed Coffee Cup in Hand

Tall terrace housebow-fronted windows
Opulescent green lined walls silk paper
18th century  French  marquetry  pattern
Glowing dressing  table  walnut  veneer
Smoked salmon kisses heart on sleeve 
That  color  does   become   her  kitchen
A  glimpse  of   yellowing  autumn  trees
Stately  home  ancient  lake  full  of   fish 
Pot of coffee  polished mahogany  table.
Beautifully raised gaze. .Private moment . 
enormously enjoyed  each others  comp
Ushered out....gates slid quietly together
delicate cabriole legs. oyster satin fabric
Loin of pork  ,   leg of lamb ,   frozen cake.


Details | Etheree | |

Sex (Tasteful of an adult nature)

Sex
Pleasure.
Sensuous
Men and women,
In bonds of marriage.
Holy Matrimony,
Loving each other as one.
When connected, thinking one thought.
How much longer can I enjoy this?
Then both release at the same time, OH WOW!!!!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Today Poems

i lovey love-love youu more then i can
say. you wont ever understand the way i felt
keeping you was like a dreem and
 we should 
be togther why did it end i wish i knew
just
 keep the lovey-love love until 
i see you agian i cant wait it might not ever
be the
same but i dont care becaues you love me to
i love you


Details | Rhyme | |

Et Ego Te In Arcadia Amavi

Crystal clear do I see that sunlit glade
Wherein our first act of love was made
Your quick,panting breaths heightened my ardour
As we embraced in our cosy,clinging arbour
When your soft lips melted into mine
As strong and  heady as a rich wine.
How lustrous was your ivory skin
As together we did tightly cling,
Your glorious globes yielding close to me,
With  papillae as succulent as a ripe cherry.
Your gentle touch and stroke quickened  my desire
And set my entire body full on fire.
I did gaze with awe upon your smooth milky white thighs,
Your silkily screened  oasis evoked my sighs
As you arched your back,legs open wide,
To usher me urgently and pressingly inside
Where your welcoming moistness eased my entry
To encourage  parry and thrust aplenty.
Once I was safely and securely in place,
Around me your legs did lovingly lace
Until we both climaxed with pleasure,
The memory of which is a rare treasure.

That day  ,coalescing as one,
Our glade sparkled in the sun.
While our hearts raced with delight,
Our glade became birdsong bright.
Lying close with vigour spent
Its blooms bathed us in their scent.
Drinking in our time of bliss,
Nature  blessed us with her kiss.
So sweet was our moment fine
That the whole world tasted divine.

Ere we should forever fall asleep
This loving memory we will keep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dancing Waters

 
On dancing waters I saw wet dreams on dancing waters I was born to believe on dancing waters I lived but could not breathe on dancing waters I learned but did not know a single thing on dancing waters I sold my very being on dancing waters I thought, one day I shall swim free on dancing waters I die as my heart bleeds and my dancing waters so beautifully seen do not gleam dancing waters now motionless removing all dreams hope in dancing waters I still try to pray for them but the dance ended with me only to begin anew all over again


Details | Quatrain | |

:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found


Details | Acrostic | |

Lost Love

L ife without you is not the same
O ut in the dark alone
S till hear the echo of your name
T aunted by the unknown

L ost without your loving touch
O nly you can give to me
V oid now, I miss you so much
E veryone can see


Details | Lanterne | |

Please Stay If Just For A while

Please stay a little while longer,
Hold me closer if only for a while,
Cry if you want I give you my shoulder,
Please stay if just for a while,

Let’s sit and gaze at the moon,
While we cuddle after a moments smile,
Feel every spasm so sudden so soon,
Please stay if just for a while,

I have the answer to your every wish,
Be it a kiss, love, put them in a pile,
Let’s live this moment even if in a notion,
Please stay if just for a while,

Feel my haevy breathing down your neck,
As I explore the pleasure not found in a smile,
So pure is love, am unable to find in a speck,
Please stay if just for a while,

Let’s overdose on insomnia and forget about sleep,
As we loose ourselves in quality time for just a mile,
If you be the shepherd am no less a sheep,
Please stay if just for a while,

If you leave I pray don’t say goodbye,
Sadness would drive me to faint and I won’t revive on salvolitile,
Just tell me you’ll be back even if it’s a lie,
Please stay if just for a while,


Details | Lay | |

Expose of Passion

You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished, adrift
Midst loneliness and impotence, found sleep blessed
To wake and find his rib enclothed with loveliness

Would you call the virgin mother frigid, cold
Who felt God's heat and furnished men his gold
Zeus too often imitate and did not once procreate
Beyond the fiction of the mind. All flesh fornicate
That cannot yield like Mary did to quiver and moan
To bear the first command to all; all pleasures groan.

The stigma then maligns my rib and cuts my breast
For only truth is beauty in all her virgin comeliness
Undemured, undefiled, stained by circumstance, and pure
The heart aches for beauty and found in Eve no cure
Just Mary Magdala, my passion's patient bride
Goddess of the penitent, queen of desire's tide

That like the moon brings sweet glow upon my bed
She copulates with the sun, and trees that naked shed
Themselves, like arthritic Simons, pay in rich spice
To luxuriate in the pleasures of her passion and vice.
What then her breached external form a little stained
The rich stream of heaven kept not disdained.

Measure this then against rebellious Eve, who crave
Man's pleasure but disdained to concieve;  the rave
Of her autonomy to be as god, and provoked the earth
To crown an Astarte, Anat, Venus, Aphrodite as worth
To which some like Delilah or Helen made men bow
And worship in wine drenched mud the grovelling sow

Think of it, I never thought my mother panted or sweat
To shed a seed, for her purity repudiated such a threat
That I was concieved by the pleasure that first the pain
Mother is too chaste, and stainlesss all mothers remain
The mind rare permits sister or daughter expansion of gene
And yet unweb the stigma projected unto the queen

And where the stigma sits their lolls the brooding heart
Aflamed, the loins deep ocean longing to break apart
The solid rock that love strike to feed the egg athirst
The tongue languishing to bulge night's breast in verse
The hand to strip the curtain from the flesh, the skin
To meet as one, joy in joy, and love in love enmeshed.


Details | Quatrain | |

Long Live Love

A toss of the head
A flick of her hair
The wave of her hand
As her beauty did flare
 
Her bountiful step
The spring in her stride
Her laugh as we waked 
Hand in hand through the tide
 
Her mouth with its smile
As we wrote in the sand
Her cries of frustration
As sea coated the land
 
Those little I love yous
Meant so much back then
That on annual vacations
We repeat them again
 
For least we forget 
In the daily ado
Our marrital vows
Mean forever I do


Details | Pantoum | |

Penny Plight

No more shall I afford again for love to wish
Or find the copper price of break buried in mud
No more its sound in the blind man's enamel dish
No more the bracelet toxic fountain turned to blood 

Or find the copper price of break buried in mud
The red penny used, forgotten, disdained, denied
No more the bracelet toxic fountain turned to blood
No more worth for economic drain villified

The red penny used, forgotten, disdained, denied
It freed my lips from juju and lollipops stain
No more worth for economic drain villified
The world is changing fast nothing good shall remain

It freed my lips from juju and lollipops stain
Nor shall I for a penny's wish find love and joy
The world is changing fast nothing good shall remain
As the penny goes so goes the girl and the boy.


Details | Romanticism | |

Hers

Her breathtaking nature’s beauty 
Framed in aura of attraction, and
Diced up in mosaic canvas
Put smiles on every face
That passed by.

Her elegance sent shivers down my spine
The magnificent images of her face
Reverberated on a roller coaster trip down
The balcony of my fatigued memory
That they were burned into my retina.

Her words provoked intimate feelings
Inside of me;
The Passion
The Obsession, and
The Crave to make her mine.

Her feminine glow is endless
With her figure-hugging skirts, 
Her sandy hair; a pretty shade of brown 
Curled into spirals exuding her womanly,
And blouse that showcased her ample cleavage
She filled my brain with inert that’s immovable.

Her light shone to my eyes, but
I couldn’t reach the innermost corners
Of her almond-shaped heart, as
She maintained her denial of something 
I wanted more than I want life.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just One Thing

Parce que des fois il suffit de voir une phrase une photo un mot
Et même quelques fois le passé peut nous rattrapé
Alors qu’un sourire aux lèvres, les yeux sont en sanglots
Le bonheur occupe votre cœur mai la tristesse envahi les pensées

Derrière le soleil un orage se prépare pour venir foutre le bordel
Plusieurs fois aussi bien qu’il peut gardien soleil résistera
Mais l’orage reviendra toujours plus fort, vraiment rebelle
Pour enfin mettre le trouble dans tes idées, personne ne le verra

Quinze secondes c’est le temps qu’aura mis cette phrase cette photo ou ce mot
Pour installer un doute certain dans tes pensées les plus profondes
C‘est toute une remise en cause pour toi, qualités ou défauts ?!
Tu en meurs mai c’est invisible aux yeux de tout le monde

Reste humble, tais-toi, règle ça seul
Entre toi cet orage et cette putain de pensée
Que les autres fassent ce qu’ils veulent
Ce qu’on ressent jamais une rime ne pourra l’exprimer

Je continuerai à slamer
Tant que mon cœur saignera
Et j’arrêterai de crier
Le jour où la vie me l’enlèvera


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 | Lyric | |

Would I were a Yellow Bird

Would I were a yellow bird,
No woes would be on me
I’d fly me past the Sawney roofs
And past the canopy,
O I’d fly so high above this earth
Above this great frontier,
You’d think me but a yellow bird
Just a-gone and disappeared.

I’d soar out into sunlit skies
Where the clouds have all gone home
And I’d soar out over churning tides,
Bleached white with briny foam
Well I’d soar above the lofty peaks
Of mountains gray and blue
Just to perch atop those crowns of rock
And sit in wait for you.

O I’d fly tomorrow if I could,
In fact I’d fly today,
But my wings have not grown strong enough
To fly me anyway
So here I’ll sit, atop this nest
These skies I’m doomed to roam
Would I were a yellow bird,
Then I would fly me home.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gold Star

Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and 
approval

Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a 
different drummer

Wishing to be accepted 
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough

They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone

They act as if my artistic mind 
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong

Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids 

I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I 
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game

Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
 free to be 
Heather Rose Marie


Details | Rhyme | |

Eyeless in Wonderland too

  Why can't you just be the you that 
doesn't own a star?
the one who has no comet 
to hang on to
out so far?
Everybody loves you 
but you cannot know your  place
flashing off and on again
with neon on your face.
I raised you in the morning,
then I tossed you to the sky
I want you back
the night so black
has fallen in my eye.
I can't come out to find you 
the map has turned to flame
I 'm waiting here behind you
where the angels 
know my name.

Fragile floors of amber
frighten me with secret stores
beneath my feet
I see the ones 
who tried to go before.
Their frozen eyes rebuke me
for sending you to try,
to shatter time
within your rhyme....
you've compromised
the core.

The countdown
chills and thrills me
I shiver and I pray,
will I be there to breathe
the air,
that's left of what 
you say?









Details | Lyric | |

For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Mysteries

Deeper my search party dives those soul seekers for my life the deeper they sink the more I find some of it is surprising some of it I do not like but each time they come up for air and supplies I am one search closer to the end of all my mysteries in life


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn Mist

Like the autumn goes…so it seems 
I wonder how the leaves know 
When to fall and drift away
Losing a loved one, is like that 
Sometimes you know it’s coming 
And sometimes it’s here and gone 
As the heart is the one left to grieve 
Wondering where and why 
it feels so empty now

Love is fleeting, love divine 
So the writers say, but still I wonder 
Why love has to hurt so much? 
Is it because true love costs so much 
But gives ever more?

Or is it because of our old wounds 
That we carry through our lives 
Like a trunk of old photos and 
memories we never want to keep 
But somehow can’t throw away

Maybe the only way to really love 
Is to really love, to give away 
More than just a feeling, and more than 
Just a greeting card, maybe 
Love is something we’re born with 
But are afraid to use

When at last we find love in the losing 
Rushing through a side door. 
Perhaps it was waiting for us, in some 
sweet and sad disguise 
Or maybe it comes upon a soul 
Like an autumn mist


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Please Forgive Me, Allie

A simple poem of apology Is nothing more than feeling But every word and phrase Comes from my heart and every being You are a blessing from the Lord A gift I took for granted Don’t ever feel less than that For you’re the friend I’ve always wanted Seeking a place of solitude I tried to hide from you Attempting to mend the pain That sticks to me like glue Through the frowns and thoughtlessness I’m sure you already guessed That these last few days of hurting you Have really been a mess I know from the bottom of my heart That I’ve been less than fair When I hid from everyone In silence and despair The wounds I used to mask me You saw it through with kindness You comforted me, accepted me Led me through the darkness Looking back on the years gone by The memories I hold so dear I see you in every one of them As I shed a single tear If there’s one thing I regret the most It’s ever hurting you And I appreciate all the things you’ve done So genuinely and so true Please forgive me, Allie And know that you are beautiful I hope our friendship grows forever More cherishing and wonderful


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''kissing sally in the smoking-room''

listen, the world has changed plenty since you’ve last shown your face around here. nowadays, a name is the last thing we learn, if we ever do learn it. flirting is boring, death is a dinner topic, happiness is strange. pain is good. things taste backwards — but oh, do they feel sweet. love and crime no longer compete for the gold: guess what sweetheart, they’ve got it, and they’re sleeping together.

oh come on, don’t look at me like that.

you’ve always underestimated your own heart, you know. and mine, for that matter. you can get away with a lot of things with a heart now — i suppose that’s another thing that’s changed. remember how we used to be under its mercy? remember how we couldn’t cope with the traffic of our bodies until it finally sighed some soft, silly sentence?

how long have you been gone, anyway?

no, no, that’s not how it works. it isn’t really a question of whether i missed you or not. that word doesn’t mean anything anymore. it’s become quite the popular prop. i don’t have a word for what it’s been like while you were—

what? what do you mean i’ve changed? if there’s anyone who’s changed it’s you! i haven’t changed for the sake of entering this world: look, darling, we’re all thieves of space and time, and i’m just one of many trying to survive.

but…yes, i do suppose those days were nice. in their own way. when we were buried treasure. when closeness was something you had to earn first.

hey, you’re smiling. 

i’m not kidding — you really are. should i stop?

well, i can’t say i imagined you’d be back here again.

you want to know something, though? alright, i’ll tell you.

if there’s one thing i’m glad hasn’t changed at all, it’s how we wake up. it doesn’t matter what happened hours ago. forget about what your skin remembers. can you believe it, we still manage to wake up! after all this!

i think a lot of it has to do with how competitive, how scared everyone feels. because after that, even after that, there’s still that pleasant feeling of shared space. and then the silent sunrise. and then the beautiful morning.

i know.

i know, i know.

and yeah, you’re still smiling.


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When We were We

Long before I lost you
to twisted embers
in your mind;

Before you dared not breach 
choking silence
with a touch of eager skin…


We
breathed the fire of Romans
into each other’s random souls 
across a room
with a single smile-

And found ourselves

Wrestling in red cars
out in parking lots
that gratefully never knew 
our names...

We
giggled at liquid nights
rippling in the wake of conversations 
that would disappoint 
stern fathers;

figuring the sun
was just a star 
with a lighter background...

We
transposed our arms
for a chorus of eternity those days;

Snuggling 
golden wrapped flesh,
and other dreams
found only 
an eyelash away...


Now,
Long after...

Your eyes extinguish empires
of Was-

But only
amidst symphonic ashes
of a time
when

We were We.


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Her Final Words

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


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So Long

We said goodbye two years ago today -
I'll never forget the way I felt that day.
I couldn't breathe when the door closed between us
And your taillights dimmed as you drove away.

I never thought i'd breathe the same again,
As pain took away all my wind -
And i stood there deflated and broken
Refusing to accept the bitter end.

It happened on my best friend's wedding day.
I'll never understand why you did it that way -
I had visions of our wedding as I was standing there
But you ruined that for me and left my heart betrayed.

I never thought i'd get over it, not in a million years.
I cried what seemed a river's worh of tears.
I mourned for you like someone mourns the dead -
It was the realization of all my fears.

But once the salt left my wounds, I realized I was free,
Free from all the emotional torture you gave me.
Free from wondering where you were -
Free from the fragile little girl you made me be.

And I never looked back once you were gone.
I learned how hurt can make you strong,
I learned what a real man should be.
And with that, my old dear lover, so long.


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Paths We Choose unfinished WIP

Don't ever
Lose sight
Today is where
To believe in yourself

Up before our dawn
You perceive the gray
Not realizing for what I long
And You asked me not to stay

Our life, it seems, has come to an impasse
I choose to love you forever
Resetting our shiny compass
Wishing each other the best

To our own endeavors

rlm '11


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Immortal Memory - Illusion Of Love

                                                        
                                                              *~*


                                   In my heart, what I thought to be love 
                                         Was simply my own desire
                                                     So brief...
                                Gone before time could tell it even happened
                                                   Like a whisper
                                Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night

                                        I tell myself it's over, you're gone 
                                               But in the same breath
                                      A voice whispers quietly to my heart 
                                             Assuring me that perhaps 
                                            You may have really cared
 
                                       I tell myself it wasn't meant to be 
                                             But in my remembering...
                                           I find that thought elusive
                                            Too painfully conclusive

                                        It weaves its memory in and out
                            Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads
                                      Delicately twisting them intimately
                                        Amongst the filigrees of my mind
  
                                The magic was so mysteriously enchanting
                                              I tell myself it's over...
                                        But my heart refuses to listen

                                           My mind says to forget you
                                That no one's worth this kind of sadness 
                                   My soul doesn't need this heartache
 
                                        I tell myself I didn't really care
                                 That it was all just a momentary illusion

                                                             But... 
                                               I never did lie very well 

                                                             *~*


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Cafe Musings

Whenever I sit alone, in a most crowded cafe I reminiscence and sink into nostalgia How painful is the past and how regretful is my gaffe Love, knocking on my doors, was sent to a land colder than Narnia Young was my soul, younger than a new born Love and life was for me, still to be explored Unreasonable, I pushed love away and became all forlorn Yet, only I knew how much his soul I adored Sitting all alone at an empty table I wish he was here, by my side Having forgiven my temper, so unstable Having seen through the demands hidden by my pride And thus I sit alone, take out my diary and write of my whims I hope, they shall be, like William's, brought out of that poor light, so dim!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest : Cafe Musings 9 February 2014


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In My Grandmother's Day

Nana told me once
how she and Pop-pop
went courting in a
horse-and-buggy.

How quaint I
thought, and was a
bit
amazed how far we
humans have gone--
from a smelly
plodding horse to
crossing
an ocean in an
afternoon six miles
high.

Then Grandma told me
something shocking:
she said they went
out in that carriage
to make love! Nana!
I gasped silently,
until I saw she
meant the words
literally:
my grandparents went
courting to make
the love that would
hold them together
for sixty-three
years...and I am
here
because two young
people took long
buggy rides behind a
tired, smelly horse.


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When she smiles

When she smiles, 
Buds open to flowers

When she smiles
Innocence spreads 

When she smiles
The joyous embraces 

When she smiles
Intoxication descends

When she smiles
Its starts to rain

When she smiles
Moon outshines sun

When she smiles
My heart smiles too

When she smiles
Beauty emerges

When she smiles
Colors dances

When she smiles
Cupid wakes

When she smiles
Poetry becomes

When she smiles
In love we fall

When she smiles


........................

dedicated to the smile of a 'woman', Mature, simple, beautiful, independent yet full 
of love to share and life…, i may want to continue with 'Whisper Beyond Age'


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Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


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Flawless Wish

Written by D. W. Breidenthal 


You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
 
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 


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Echoes Of Celandine (Winter Jazz)

She was the coolest chick I never knew,
with hair of black and eyes of blue;
like, I'd watch her as the sun set down,
she held the breath of the whole damn town.

Now, incarcerated, I know the shadows are fast comin' down,
and I can see the strip lights growin' dim;
the fact she split, I cannot get my head around,
or the fact the winter nights are drawin' in.

All I seem to do is smoke and dream of wine,
or sit around clingin' to relics, servin' my time;
I cannot shut down the thoughts rattlin' thru' my mind:
those ghost dance malicious echoes of Celandine.

It's not as though she much looked my way
or that I could think of a single word to say to her;
all I did was watch her walkin', cool as jazz, in the street;
her smiles, her gigs, were never for me, yet they blew me off my feet, man.

So, one day, anyhow, she just upped and moved away from town;
I cannot forget, or believe, how much I missed her, how it broke me down.
She never knew I existed, I guess, never gave me a first, let alone a second glance;
in her world, in her eyes, losers like me don't stand a chance.

I celebrated my love for her that night in a drunken shotgun roar;
high on T. Bird, low on brains, I hit the local liquor store.

So why now do I smoke these murderin' cigarettes and dream of lousy, bitter wine?
Why do I sit like some burned-out zombie, servin' my time?
And why, after all these years, am I still haunted by the ghost dance malicious echoes of Celandine.

They say it's better to have loved and lost…
I say,
drop dead, 'cos
you know nothin'.


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ROCKnROLL OLDIES NARRATIVE

July 4, 1961

           Well HELLO MARY LOU, 

You won’t believe this but I just HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that someone else was 
getting a DOUBLE SHOT OF MY BABYS’ LOVE. Right now TIME WON’T LET ME alone ever 
since I heard GLORIA saying please, BE MY BABY. I was just WALKIN’ THE DOG when I SAW 
HER STANDING THERE. She came right out and told me she would GIVE ME SOME LOVIN in 
the MIDNIGHT HOUR. She guaranteed we would feel JUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET; all I 
had to do was HOLD ON TIGHT. But I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW, thanks to the warm 
CALIFORNIA SUN.

I remember when I was playing the field; all I ever thought was WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN 
LOVE?  I’d give anything to get back to someone like sweet little SHEILA. You remember her 
don’t you?  OH DONNA, if your sister lets you read THE LETTER I wrote from SAN 
FRANSCICO, you know I’d be taking ROUTE 66 back to see that little BROWN EYED GIRL. 
Then maybe CUPID          can draw back his bow because until now this TRAVELING MAN 
has just been SINGIN’ THE BLUES.
 
I’ve got to find some kind of LOCOMOTION because WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! 
Maybe I could hitch a ride with MUSTANG SALLY; you know I was BORN TO BE WILD if I’m 
thinking of asking her for a ride. Remember when you and I used to cruise down to 
PALISADES PARK just to KEEP ON DANCIN’ to ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC on a BEAUTIFUL 
SUNDAY afternoon. If it rained we kept time with the wipers and the RHYTHM OF THE RAIN. 
By the way, did you hear that BONEY MARONEY really did DO RON-RON after she drank that 
bottle of LOVE POTION # 9? I guess it is just another example of we really have to LOVE 
ONE ANOTHER because a little SUGARTIME  will go a long way towards making it a 
WONDERFUL WORLD.
 
Poor LOUIE LOUIE  told everyone that I FOUGHT THE LAW after spending a few hours 
drinking down at MARGARITAVILLE, don’t believe him.  There are always two sides to every 
story and BLACK IS BLACK because THAT’LL BE THE DAY I’d be handcuffed by that CHAIN 
OF FOOLS.

IT’S MY PARTY next weekend but it will be just ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT unless I can find 
a little RUNAWAY to be my DREAM LOVER. After all, what would a WORLD WITHOUT LOVE be 
like?   If I can’t hook up with her, DO YOU WANNA DANCE the LA BAMBA, or maybe LET’S 
TWIST AGAIN? We can do anything that you wanna do but LET’S DANCE to that hot little 
oldies band called THE RUNAWAYS.

            All my Loving,
             John 

*Written as a tribute to a local 50’s/60’s cover band called the “RUNAWAY’S” using their play 
list.


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Wren

These hands that once held you so tight
Have held many others, yet you were so right

The fingers that grasped your skin, they held your essence
They've stroked few others since, yet have you not rinsed

Sweet soft skin that glided, slipped under my touch
Is now free, aloft, for others to malign, enrough

You wanted to soar, sail, live above my simple view
Now you have it, experience it, is it worth it, ingenue?*

I tell myself that you are gone, forever lost, weak
Yet in my mind you are pure lass, hard, virginity

You wouldn't speak to me of the past you had
You painted a picture of pain gone, me new fallow land

Yet were you someone else, a free spirit only becalmed
That I came across and stood with, a stable palm frond

Or were you a different person, that fooled me complete
Were you a nymph, brought to me in moment of weak

Now you're gone, you said coldly you wanted aught else
And I gasp and grasp as what we once knew, held

The knife in my chest upon which I down-look
Is still here, your lash, your now ever-last-hook

Christ but it hurts, when I let your image come in
That we could have been so much, if it had only been

Did you peel away at last moment because you were fake wren*
Or because it was but temp respite, and we are meant

I do not want to believe that the stars ordain us
For it causes me burning, painful, magmatic crust

I want to know that you are that fake, bleeding sore
But I am afraid to look, to know that we were but ordure*..






* Ingenue - French - a young woman who is endearingly 

innocent and wholesome
* Wren - king of birds
* Ordure - fecal matter


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Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico- And You

                                        *~ Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico And You  ~*
                                                       by anne p murray



Your image appears…
     through a purple-hued haze of silence
weaving its whispered magic spell
     while you re-connect the strings of my heart 

You go about undressing my soul
     as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality
I witness the melody play its lonely tune
     But…
It is absent of the warmth of touch
     for it's only your image I see…
my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird 

My unknown lover…
     kidnapped- by the makers of dreams and fantasies
experiencing the uncertainty
     of the child that lies sleeping deep within

Alone…
    with the clever artists of dreams and visions
encountering the forever of my loneliness
    brushing off blurred images of repeated memories 
sleeping to be hugged-dreaming to be loved

Oh yes...
    I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies
in the dancing reverie of fragments of my reality
    gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams

They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts...
    painted by the makers and weavers of dreams
Coming out of their secret, hidden places
    they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces
lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss 
    softly swaddled in dream woven swathes...
of deep purple dreams of calico - and you   
 
                                                                  *~*


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ELVIS my impression

                           This is my impression of Elvis Presley 
I was vey lucky to be 16 in 1956 when Rock and roll came into existence the greatest music of all time and for all time, this is what it all met to me.


Elvis was the big bang to creating music like the big bang was to creating the universe
Before Elvis their was no rock and roll, no music, no dancing 
His look was unique
His movements on stage were unique
His voice was the greatest like nothing ever heard before
His songs started the greatest music craze in the history of music rock and roll
He looked dangerous 
He looked like he was having the best time of his life on stage
Elvis didn’t give a damm who wrote his songs black or white
He was the first entertainer who did it all before anyone else did anything
Both men and women loved him
Elvis was a mans man
Elvis was a ladies man
Elvis was a gentleman
Elvis was a Christian 
Elvis was a momma’s boy
Elvis was respectful of his fans
Elvis was just one man who changed music forever in America in 1956 
When Elvis sings you have to smile, to tap your feet, clap your hands, move your body, and come alive
It’s 2013, 35 years since Elvis died 
He is still the major Icon of the music world
Elvis is still the most worshiped singer and entertainer in history
Thousands and thousands of fans visit his home each and every year
Elvis didn’t smoke or drink
Elvis became an actor but could have become an accomplished actor with the right people and advice around him
Coronel Parker was both good for Elvis and bad for Elvis
Liberace taught Elvis how to dress with flash
Elvis had his own way of moving on stage when he sang no one has ever duplicated his signature moves God know how many tried
Elvis served the country he loved when he was drafted into the army no complaining 
Elvis asked fro no special treatment while in the army 
Elvis loved the woman and the woman loved him back
Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
Elvis met his tragic and to soon end to his life he was only 42
Elvis was hooked on prescription pills and that’s what killed him
No one could tell Elvis what to do many tried all failed
The music died on the day Elvis died
It was so sad that Elvis felt so all alone so much of his life that is what fame does to you
Elvis was the King
No one else will ever occupy the Kings throne
Elvis loved to sing gospel songs no other entertainer of rock and roll ever did 
No entertainers star shines brighter or ever will
You can ask any great entertainer and there are hundreds and will all agree Elvis was the greatest entertainer of all time
No entertainer in the history of music ever had a first year success like Elvis had
I saw Elvis in Las Vegas in 1972  when the music started and you knew that Elvis was soon to be coming on stage the excitement and the anticipation in the room was over whelming and beyond compare everyone in the room was mesmerized


This is my remembrance of Elvis Presley

Dennis Davis
March 15, 2013


 



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THESE IMMORTAL WORDS

Its late March and spring has wafted in,
and we await a rebirth of that distant love...
we wished had, somehow, blossomed in us to allow
a fiery passion overwhelm us as darkness kicked in.


From that memorable day, our young faces shone:
we foresaw a happy future, if only destiny had been kinder
and granted us that desire before it was gone...
why did we vainly wait for moments so impossible and divine? 


Within this diary's small pages, I seal with deep regret
these immortal words that have become us instead...
we who weren't afraid of confessing to whomever read
them and understood the obstacles we had encountered.


It's late evening and raindrops erase the vision that enchanted me,
and easily stirred by a sad emotion I recall our wounded vanity...
we shouldn't have let distance destroy our dream, the dream of being together;
now, all that's left are these immortal words that other lovers should remember.  


Written by Andrew Crisci for Constance's contest, " The Diary "

















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Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


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Always I Miss You

When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
 And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
 I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
 If you don't mind being compared,
 
Repeating the many ways you cared,
 The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
 Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
 Every recipe, every taste,
 Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
 
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
 It's what I use so I won't be late,
 Staying here learning to appreciate,
 All the miles, trucks caring freight..
 
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
 But if you visit my mind would quake.


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Self Made Demise

Is it really hard to understand 
I am just looking for a man
One that sees the world like me
Offers his heart humblely
I will cherish and protect 
Give back to him what I get
Hoping its not just me
Drifting in this lonely sea
Been floating out here for years and years
Fighting not to drown in my own tears
This ocean I find myself drifting in 
Was created from unintentional sin
My eyes cried this reflecting pool
Due to all the times I played the fool
Will I ever feel the ground again 
Or does a boat come pull me in
Save me from my self made demise
See the sun through cloudy skies
May the warmth come cure my pain 
Stop these eyes that pour like rain


Details | Sonnet | |

Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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Screeching Seagulls

The moon reflects in an oily city puddle.
Cigarette butts float on their back,
hold hands,
and look up at the stars.

I saw your eyes shining.
When a seagull screeched over the bay,
carrying a doomed crab,
like you carried away a piece of me.
A piece indistinguishable from innocence,
remarkably reminiscent of road trips and dark water skinny dipping.
Clothes lying on dry land like our worries,
as we waded in the willingness of wet ears.

When wind blew on bare flesh,
brittle bones froze.
Brittler than peanut candy,
and drenching in viscous reality
like a bull*****baklava,
baked over the flames of rome burning.

I can stare you in the eyes.
Strip naked  with the dissolving cigarette skeletons,
plunge into this shallow lake of spit, pollution, and bitter rain.
Become a ripple through this opalescent cesspool,
disrupt the yellow reflection of the full moon.
For I am more of a man than you knew,
and i can dry off in the air of a cold night.


Details | I do not know? | |

insurance for love

 when you find love,
                            You don't locked,
to keep it safe,
                      For it is not up to you,
to do
what ever you think ,
is right thing to do.
                           When you find love,
Love of your dreams,
you let it grow
                              don't ask for insurance
                              or any other protection
You just let it grow.
                            When you find  love
love you want to keep
                                you just let it grow
and dream some more.
                                 does world needs love like this one
I don't know
and I don't even care,
                                 what world needs
I know once I loved
and now
I don't know....



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Parted Paths

We started off friends 

There was something more

We knew better then to open that door

Came so close just a breath away

We knew if it was meant it would happen 

Just not that day

And now you live so far away

O the ways we used to play

Makes me miss the good ol days

But the good days are now not then

We can hardly remember when

You love her and I love him

Will we ever commit that sin

Taste each others salty skin

Will the temptation ever win

Back then was a trying time

Both in your life and in mine

Our paths seperated on a dime

We kept on living knowing we would be fine

Now questions come up and get me thinking

Since we parted are we sinking

If we met up now after years gone by

Would we still tingle deep inside

Could you then look me in the eyes

Even though she is to be your bride

Will there be feelings we must deny

Cause I too am with another guy

I cant help but wonder why

So many things in life can make you cry

All I can do is look to the sky 

And ask my questions till the day I die


Details | Haiku | |

Hidden Tears

Concealed by raindrops,
lonely tears rolled down my cheeks
when you bade farewell.


Details | Free verse | |

You & Me

Let the me in you
Let the you in me
Be at the very heart
Be the very heart
Of the us in you
Of the us in me.

Let the me in you
Let the you in me
Mate and melt down
To be the very one
To be the only one
They are meant to be.

Let love
Be the main road
Let love
Be the only road
Between you and me.

Let  love
Be the smoothest road
Let love
Be the straightest road
Between you & me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bomber and the Bombshell

She broke down 
Like a Ford in a storm 
Anything to garner a reaction 
Who could resist that pretty little red dress, 
Soaked, and covered in oil? 
Not anyone I knew, 
And I knew myself well. 
I slowed to a lame dog's pace 
to get a better look 
As she pulled a rusty iron 
From a burlap bag in the boot.
She very well coulda been 
Holding a Bible 
She looked so sorry. 

I changed in a phone booth 
Quick like the wind to her back 
And flew in on my red n' blues. 
A bomber makes a fine umbrella 
For a roadside Stella. 
And, by starlight she watched 
An artist in his element. 
She did her best to shield me 
With our leather lean-to 
As my hands made 
Their way under the skirt 
Of the broke lady; 
Handled with a delicate firmness 
Only experience can bestow.
I knew what I was doing. 

Graciousness was God's gift 
To her it seemed, 
As she lit a cigarette to 
Spite the rain 
And pressed it to my lips; 
my hands were spoken for. 
A look and a smile 
Was all I could muster as 
The deluge made quiet 
The victorious purr 
The old beast let out in relief. 
"Thanks" with a kiss to my cheek 
Was the moment I knew. 
She scurried off to slam the door 
Before I realized she was gone. 
I was gonna miss that jacket.


Details | Narrative | |

Holding Back

Nothing here is wrong because nothing ever could.
It has been so long,
A time that just never would!

Nothing here was ever lost because nothing was ever found.
It has been a toss,
A time that simply counted down!
Holding back the tears,
Puddles of many lost years!
Holding back my time,
I’m a prisoner with no crime.

There’s nothing here to hold because there never was.
It has been so cold,
A time for just because!
Holding back the pain,
My chronic death inside!
I have nothing to lose because there’s nothing to gain.
Holding back the strength of all my earned pride,
I’m just a moment gained with a will that eventually dies inside!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich 


Details | Ottava rima | |

Dreams Glowing Brightly

Dreams wed forever partied in the park.
Hope's voice permeated life's freshest air.
Beloved friends, there rejoiced at love's spark.
The wedding guests adorned in formal wear.
Enjoying snacks and drinking way past dark
Oh sweet nostalgia, come again, so fair.
Beneath night-lights held tight by romance.
Couples glowing brightly, spinning…thoughts dance.


Details | Haiku | |

I cannot say to you, rest in the night

When you get bored
Go at the edge of the Seine
Be the friend of swans
Divide some bread into pieces
To throw to them! 

Don't be in charge of shippers
Letters remain in consciousness
By dancing northward
Consider bottles
Carried away by fluxes... 

Never present yourself
Instead of others
Don't conform to others either
Rest as you are...
The art that is contained in you develops
I cannot say to you 'rest in the night'. 

Impose your existence
Like a rose
On the pages of society
In the mirror of a page
And in the middle of a mirror
I cannot say to you 'rest in the night'. 

Pretend not to see
The cold winds which pass
Near to you
Drink the sun
Dispel your sadness
Burn griefs one after another...
I cannot say to you " rest in the night ". 

Hardly believe what you hear
Weigh all that you see
Review all that you learn
Speak of your feelings
only to those you like
I cannot say to you 'rest in the night'.

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI 
Bruxelles, le 05.11.2005 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 06.03.2006


Details | Verse | |

A SOUTHERN BOY WITH VIVID DREAMS

Since early childhood I was aware of my sorroundings;
looking around with the interest of a grown-up man,
waiting for the golden sunrise with rosy streaks
to rise from beyond the Paterno Mountain...
to dazzle a southern boy with vivid dreams.


The clock-tower, in the Fallen Soldiers memorial square wreath-adorned,
stroke seven to announce the coming of a quite day
in a valley, where orange blossoms strongly perfumed
welcoming spring in all its daintiness and cheerfulness...
as shallows retuned home flying over pines groves covered with gray.


My chestnut-colored hair was gently brushed by a whimsical breeze,
spreading the scent of jasmine's bushes wilting down;
that's where robins took shelter when the summer sun
was at its hightest peak and trees glistened and swayed to please
a curious and adventurous southern boy with vivid dreams. 


Ever wondered how I had gotten to be an elaborate poet in childhood days,
exploring everything to express myself in the most unique ways?
It was love of Nature and its splendor breathed in with appreciation  
that made me who I am today, and wiping away the tears of golden age,
I feel the fanthom of my presence wandering down a silent lane swarmed with sage.


Night came with willowy shadows, carrying out their nocturanl task...
not to frighten me, but to bring the brilliance of gleaming stars so perfectly aligned;
and I dreamed with relief, knowing that there would be no endless wait
to be overwhelmed with a mystery only revealed to a child with vivid dreams.
I looked further above, beyond the stunning, starry sky as the brightest light shined.    


The country I am writing about is Italy






Details | Rhyme | |

When Love Hurts

When love hurts, God heals
When love hurts, God feels
Your pain too as you do now
Pray and He'll show you how
When love so hurts, how to deal
The deep pain is oh so very real
God'll cry too for your tears and
It's true about footprints in sand
Reach out and He holds your hand
In kind your mind will feel His love
Hurting'll subside from God's glove 
I know of true hurting, how it feels
Accepting a hand of cards He deals
Painful nights crying, I've had many
But God's blessings, I've had plenty
That I will have better days ahead, I
Know and no longer have need to cry
When life itself hurt I questioned why
But I survived and my faith didn't die
For yesteryear's hurts, it will subside
The tears still come once in a while
But the love memories, I can smile
For God's so in His glorious Kingdom
For Kingdom come, thy will be done
And done will the pain be, away it'll
Go, like wood off a creative whittle
Beautiful to see, as days coming be
God cures all hurt, just wait and see
My mother, dad, brother, baby too
And for me, cried like baby boo hoo
But I wiped away the tears and have
Been blessed like a cow and her calf
Help do words of praying and writing
More than once, had vision - sighting
Not just in dreams, but for really real
I was in such pain, it was just surreal
Once it was Mother/Son, Mary/Jesus?
Through Him I pray for me, bejezzus


Details | Rhyme | |

Monsoon Girl

She recall her day when she sat by the window
And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm
Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making
The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism.
 
She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon
It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature
And she held up with no parole and desires…
She felt herself interred to the nature that despair.
 
The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm
She averted her fear and assailed against this rage
Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended
Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage.
 
She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence
She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky,
She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine
The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby.
 
Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination
A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting
She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for
Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving.
 
The lust she felt over her drizzly body
Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly
He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence
She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist 
temptingly.
 
The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief
She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief
All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies 
Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.


Details | I do not know? | |

BORNEO'S GREEN HEART

A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam


Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430


Details | Romanticism | |

A LOVE QUINTILE

My love
Beguiled me,with
Soft sensuous lips,sleek
Long thighs with rounded hips,twinned heart's
Enlaced
with
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
in the
The warmth
Of love's invite
Encompassed my desire,
In two soft whispered words of love,
Be mine !


Details | Free verse | |

Regrets

Once, love dreamed of,
I used to write her name
by mine, in hope she’d notice
Over and over, again, again, again.

She’d look with radiant smile
I’d do same
Would pass me by
Repeatedly, again, again, again.

Two doves we were,
both tender hearts so tame
Shy to speak
In dreams I’d call (your name) again, again, again.

So it came to be
There was no lover’s lane
As we lived our lives alone
Memories recalled – regrets, again, again, again.


Details | Lyric | |

Complicated Love

My life is so complicated,
It feels as if I'm neither loved nor appreciated.
This feeling I have inside of me, 
it burns...

To imagine the touch of his soft skin against mine,
It's like I'm running back and forth through time,
'Cause it's never gonna happen again...

To hear his voice whispering in my ear,
It would be as if I'm reliving that one special year...

I'll never forget the words he said to me...

"I Love You, Baby"...

It makes me cry, even thinking of it now,
As if I'm gonna die and won't remember how...

The feelings I have for him will remain the same,
Even though it makes me feel stupid and insane...

I'd give my life for him,
I'd just lay it on the line, 

I'd give my life for him,
To let him know the heart that he'll always have is mine

Just to show him...how much I...care...


Details | Chastushka | |

Chastushka with balalaika and nagaika

Sweet  horizon ,don`t lock , don`t taste the pale bitter moon !
I`ll whip my Fancy`s Fairy with your whip-nagaika:
Incense times of vanity unscrewing a camphor afternoon. ..
Let`s live together in poem,with  our balalaika !


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wash Away My Tears

I see the sail disappearing 
Upon the horizon blue.
Waves crashing on the shore 
As mind thinks back to you.

You are like the sail
That no longer do I see.
Seems that a waft of wind
Has taken you from me.

Was it not so long ago 
We sat upon this shore?
Words whisper of tomorrow. 
We'd be one forever more.

How we laughed and giggled,
 Waves washed between our toes
Words of I love you 
From our lips so easily flowed.

Our bodies so entangled
On the blanket we did share.
Made love under moonbeams
As waves threw mist up in the air.

That was forty years ago
We made love upon this shore.
Still have that blanket 
I will keep for ever more.

You are no longer with me 
The tide has taken you away.
But in my mind and heart
There you will never stray.

So come sit here beside me
Whisper I love you in my ear.
Hold me close and kiss me
And wash away my tears.



Details | Rhyme | |

Apple Pickin' Time


Apple pickin’ reminiscin’,
thinkin' 'bout youth's stolen kisses.
Those are the days he is missin’,
new love for him and his fair missus.    

Shiny apples ripe and ready
wait to be picked before first snow.
Sunlight streams like gold confetti. 
Their secrets on the fall winds blow.
 
Blue gingham dress soft, she did wear, 
and ribbons caught her silky hair.
In shade of trees, young love professed, 
then apple pie was baked to share.

Apple pickin’ reminiscin’,
thinkin' 'bout youth's stolen kisses.
Those are the days he is missin’,
new love for him and his fair missus.    

In apple orchard, young love bloomed,
and led them to their wedding day.
A favorite dish for bride and groom,
an apple pie baked each Sunday.



Details | Haiku | |

Absence

Love sometimes remains 
Like a fierce pain in a limb
 Severed long ago



Published in the 2012 - Spring Issue of " Paper Wasp"- An Australian journal of Haiku.


Details | I do not know? | |

Revelation

What more have we to write about?
Waters rippling from thrown stones?
And what of passion or true love
Found only through lasting pain.
The aches suffered throughout the times
Will surface forevermore,
Relentless to our fighting urge
To suppress the burn once more.
Stabbing at our beating hearts
A strike merely meant to wound
So as to heal, so as to learn
From the pasts we live within,
Trapped like a mouse inside a maze
Which has no exit nor light;
A lonely soul left to wander 'round
'Til it finds a wall to sob near.
What more have we to write of, 
You ask?
No, what more have we to see.


Details | Englyn | |

My Valentine Soup

Endear my soul
I pled for quest
Your fortune lo and behold
I pored for adore abreast
Lacked in notion by the unspoken magna cum laude
I searched for hope, peacefully at rest. 

Love thirst for lust
I longed for my desire
Your fortune lo and behold 
I last for a threshold to admire
Belie by the vile magna cum laude
I held down so that my mien aspire. 

Unholy my pilgrim
I tossed for my solitaire
Your fortune lo and behold
I graced for a mighty meriting layer
Avowed by the chromatic symbiosis magna cum laude
I breathed to my valentine, preached for an eonian prayer.  


Details | Lyric | |

ON SUCH A SNOWY EVENING

On such a snowy evening
When cold wind makes everyone shudder
And numbs senses with its fang,
The ever-warm heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When trees shed dry leaves like tear
And melodious birds stop singing,
The ever-green heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone sinks in sleepy snow-layer
And life becomes tiresome and boring,
The ever-awake heart remembers her.

On such a snowy evening
When everyone alienates from each other
And the hateful death roams to sting,
The ever-loving heart remembers her.


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Birthday My love

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE

Today is your birthday
I wish you are not far away
My gift to you 
A kiss upon your lips

To hold you in my arms 
Caress you until the dawn
Making love for day or two 
Wish this dream would come true


My darling 
Hope your day is happy 
I do miss you 

Love you very much
May God bless
With his mighty touch 
Watch over you 
Where ever you are

I love you 
Happy birthday 
My love 


Details | Cowboy | |

Still Here

Though you slipped
from this earth 
so long ago
nigh on twenty years
 
I still feel you
here beside me
Hear your voice 
within my soul 

As I walk 
behind the back chutes
at the Sonoita Rodeo
your ghost elusive
follows me 

I guess it's true
what the old ones say
about gone but 
not forgotten 

For You're still here
in heart & spirit
every melody & tune
I dance in memory
with you

(c) September 2002


Details | Lyric | |

Dard

"Badi Tassalli Se Toda Tha Tumne hamara Dil.
Hum Aaj Bhi Mohabbat Nahi Kar Paaye."


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | Rhyme | |

THE CITY THAT CHARLES DICKENS LOVED

Let's stroll down the London old silent streets,
where the stones of cathedrals never age,
when the orange sun sets on the London Bridge,
and the grotesque, historical Buckingham Palace;
look down: the Thames River gently flows like perfect rhyme,
to revive with its waves' sound someone's lost dreams,
while lampposts await darkness to arrive...
isn't this the city that Charles Dickens loved as deeply as Catherine's face?
Pride of England: the glory of what it was and
still is for all the English that adore their land...
even Shakespeare with his theatrical mind, must have felt great emotion
in contemplating it near dusk to give him an instant surge of inspiration.



London's Dawn-7:40 pm


Details | Free verse | |

Hate the Time When You Came

I keep thinking often:
How you gave me company
When I needed one most;
Friendship came, when you 
came,
There was bliss, fondness and 
joy--
It was light when you stood-
by--
I was happy--the world stood 
with me...

Then you changed...
I was baffled...
I didn't know how to react;
All this while when you 
ceased to speak with me
I tried to make my 
aquaintance
With the new you...

I never was disregarding--
Only needed you to 
understand
And wanted to understand 
only you...
The World hated me when I 
tried to do so:
I didn't realize,
When that for your 
consideration I worked,
I disregarded the world
And you disregarded me...

Not very long ago, times 
changed--
Some things changed again--
Somehow your hatred for me 
changed,
Though not of your own 
accord...
You had almost deserted me, 
but came back;
Once again, I don't know why 
I found hope...

But then, when I most 
needed you,
You left a second time,
Leaving me maimed--
My life ruined--
You left me changed,
And now I despise you....


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 | Rispetto | |

Romance at the Fair


Pink cotton candy memories come dancing on the autumn breeze. Every worry flees as I ride starlight on the "Big Wheel", glancing upon my waiting world, small in hindsight. Bees buzz and birds swoon, a taste of moonlit kisses. At the county fair, romantic dreams were his. Now, a brown Teddy bear won for me does remain. Sweet beginnings of our love, never to wane.


Details | Free verse | |

Softly

I think I’m starting to realize 
How much I took for granted 
As time goes by, and heartache 
I hear your voice softly… 

I didn’t know how to love you 
All I know is that I wanted to 
Now that we’re apart 
The clock ticks on, softly… 

I wish getting over you 
Was easier than this 
Perhaps it’s because you 
Touched my heart softly… 

Parting is such sweet sorrow, 
When the pain comes too soon 
Loving smiles turn into something else 
As time passes none too softly… 

When the skies turn 
like gray, dust inside my mind 
and then the rain comes, 
dripping to the ground, softly… 

Now whenever I see a rose 
Or think of springtime breezes 
I see your eyes in my mind 
The tears fall softly… 


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Where Spring Winds Had Blown

Romantic symbols of a tender day,
hearts with initials were carved on a tree.
In the spring of my life on this perfect April day,
we lay down to dream of what would be.
Beneath a young oak I sat on his knee.

The aroma of freshly mown grass filled the park.
Bearded irises curtsied as a gentle breeze blew
and I ran my hand over the tree’s bark.
Pete was just enjoying the view
when I suggested we etch our love so true.

With a pocketknife the heart was carved
to bear the initials P.T. and C.S.
Fifteen and love starved,
but what our future held, we could not guess.
Still, the initials an innocent bond did profess.

I returned to the park last year
and found my way to the oak that had grown.
Looking up, I saw the initials were still clear.
Though Pete was married and had children of his own,
resurrected feelings surfaced where spring winds had blown.
  


Written February 6, 2012 for Francine’s “English Quintain a Spring Day” Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Last Time Forever

A mother’s loving look at her newborn child,
Never able to relive that moment again.
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking into kindergarten for the first time,
Feeling so alone and afraid, don’t fear
For it’s the last time forever.

Kneeling in prayer as you are born again,
Living as a sinner no longer,
For it’s the last time forever.

Walking across stage on graduation night,
Nervous because it’s your last few steps as a “child”,
For it’s the last time forever.

Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles,
Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt
For it’s NOT the last time forever.


Details | Free verse | |

remembrance

once in a little while from cloud-darkened brows burst the sunshine of your smile, warming my bones, rain-drenched as they are. spear my heart with slivers of your smile. charge me with the electrifying frankness of your eyes, and i will go down to the ends of the earth for you. when all else is gone into numbing, hollow sadness such as wrought by distance, indifference, or forgetting, only the trace of your smile remains, bringing warmth and light like a radiant morning, greeting a still-sleeping world and a bright new day.
(4/11/1986)


Details | Verse | |

Epitome of love and romance-win

Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal, a mausoleum
Situated on the bank of the River Yamuna,
In memory of his beloved wife Mumtaz
With whom he fell in love at first sight
Espying her in a fair, enraptured by her charms.

 The very sight of The Taj leaves one mesmerized.
The voluptuous curves of domes and arches,
The rhythm of birds in flight, secrets of flowers,
Vibrant colors of Nature never fading,
Like the everlasting love of Shah Jahan,
Immortalizing it as the epitome of undying love,
A lyric carved in luminous marble,
This monument of immeasurable beauty.

The Taj Mahal, one of the Seven Wonders of the World,
The crown palace, of love and romance derives its name
From Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal, the immortal lovers.
It’s promise kept to the dying wife in of a child birth.


=====================================================
Shah Jahan was the emperor of India in 17th Century and Mumtaz Mahal was his third wife.
====================================================

Second Placement
Contest: Everyman's Ekphrasis by Brian Strand
The word Taj means crown and Mahal means palace-  The Taj Mahal is situated in Agra City of Uttar Pradesh state of India. Year of Construction: 1631-1653
Spread Over: 42 acres.

Yamuna: name of the river


Details | I do not know? | |

YESTERDAY'S FUTURE

Tausug children are the hope of the motherland
If the struggle for independence of the Tausug Nation is failed today
Yesterday shall never die for tomorrow
They are the inheritors if today’s craft
For tomorrow shall it last? 
Failures are just but memories of the past. 
That shall begin for the future task. 

Dedicated to the Sulu Children
Taman Mesra, Sandakan. 
12:19 am, June 12, 2009.


Details | Rhyme | |

misty eyes

She's accustomed
to love, and 
the scent of 
him

eh? he thinks  
as he
turns the 
page

why wouldn't
we want
to change 
the ways 
of time?

While she
wishes upon 
a love
like limericks'


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 | Free verse | |

Despair in Love,Love in Despair

Why do i find solace in my loneliness
But find sorrow with those wit whom i share the same blood
Why do i hide behind these fake smiles of happiness
When this sorrow and unrest washes over my soul like a flood

Its pathetic how i'm laughing on the outside
Laughing at how everyting is all right
While i'm crying and dying on the inside
Not wanting anyone to see my sad sad plight

Why is it that i continuosly distance myself
from those who are or try to get close
I see love as nothing more than a drug 
that people are addicted to the point of overdose

I am one who finds solace in despair
in sorrow,in sadness,in darkness

I am one who feels pain in love
I see it as evil like a vulture,instead of pure like a dove

Love can build,but it can also destroy
It takes away everything,all of the joy

Despair may seem like incarnated bitterness
But its there to comfort in the face of loneliness

I find myself wishing for the company of the feeling of melancoly
Its as if i can't function without it

Like a flower without an ounce of water
Could this feeling be,truly be love

I see that in the end,that i find myself in a paradox
A large cell with many locks

Two sides of the same coin

Love and Despair,Despair and Love

Despair in Love,Love in Despair

I can't make it disappear
Don't want to make it disappear


Details | I do not know? | |

NOTHING MORE

The love we shared had been wasted
If the hearts are always different
Until when should I last?
Frustrations felt in my heart 

If ever we are still together
Can never become one again
Though there are remains of our love
Just leave it to end up here

There are no hopes anymore
There are no dreams anymore
Leave me alone without you

There are no words that my love can say
Never will I go back to you
Let me keep all the memories we had


Written in the presence of a friend, Fhaieye that is later slain by an unknown gunman after 
few days in the vicinity of their university in Zamboanga City.
 


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Collection: two

1.
Giant oak alive - 
If you could talk,what stories
Would you tell the world?
2. 
Ornamental sky~
Your melody of grandeur
Sings the earth awake.
3.
Music of the rain,
Your melody is soothing 
To my weary heart.
4. 
The moon overhead
And you standing in it's glow-
I am overwhelmed.
5.
Where bloom the roses,
Love can't be to far behind-
The two always meet.


Details | Haiku | |

SILVER STRANDS-the hairdresser

the hairdresser
cut my long silver strands—
locks of love


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Silver Strands 	Sponsored by: Susan Burch


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Ballad | |

A Broken Fairytale

Once upon a time, 
Almost 6 years ago,
A boy met a girl
With his best friend in toe.
This boy and this girl
Became young love in its essence.
His best friend became what some would call
Her own personal hidden blessing.
His devotion for his friend
Couldn't quite bring him to confess,
But he cared about that girl enough,
To warn her of future distress.

After 3 long years,
Of the back and forth romance,
Their young love finally ended,
The girl was broken hearted and defenceless.
She had given her all
To someone who was only willing to take it.
The best friend tried to warn her,
But she couldn't see her lover fake it.

A year would pass,
Before the best friend would find,
His best friend's ex,
The one he longed to say was "mine".
A birthday of hers
Was his golden opportunity.
When he missed her night out,
He offered to take her to a movie.
She wrestled with the thought:
Do I open that door?
She kept pushing it off,
Until she couldn't avoid it anymore.
Neither one of them expected,
Or even could dream
Of all that would come
From one night, one movie.

A love affair of sorts,
Filled with constant ups and downs,
But despite their best efforts,
They couldn't help but stick around.
A year and 2 months
Of the greatest love that ever lived,
Was shared between these two,
Who were only just kids.
Neither one of them was ready,
They didn't know what to do,
They loved so deeply,
But this experience was so new.
A girl with a broken heart,
With no sense of true self worth,
Met a boy with a broken heart,
And the desire to move forth,
With her by his side,
Forever hand in hand,
Yet she felt she didn't deserve him,
And did what she could: she ran.

Now her love for him consumes her,
But his heart is in pieces.
Now he's too afraid of her
But his love he swears never ceases.
And she cries herself to sleep at night,
For the best friend she hurt foolishly.
And she prays for their future together,
The one he says can never be.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


Details | Rhyme | |

Captivate

You captivate my soul,

Leading me to every goal.

With you I can't go wrong,

Every breath makes me strong.

You captivate my heart,

Each and every moment from the start

Beating at each breath I take,

Pumping in rythrm, making me shake.

You captivate my mind,

Showing that I can shine.

In the choices I can make,

In the pathway I can take.


Details | Lyric | |

Heartache's Hill

When you and I are lost sweet moments
fading in Time's book,
And ageing eyes gaze back in time
to see that special look,
Will we smile to see the fashions
we once dared to wear,
In our minds relive the passions
that still linger there.

Will our emotions be as strong
when dreams are far away,
And cinders deep recall the glow
of love by fire-play,
And chasing down the Autumn street
where laughter breaks the chill,
When youth was bright and love made light
of climbing heartache's hill.


Details | Senryu | |

' Alfred Noyles ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 63rd Senryu

‘Alfred Noyles … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  63rd   Senryu



   Alfred Noyles’ Poem Rings
‘The Highwayman’, Came Riding
   … Still Gets Me Crying …


Details | Ode | |

Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.


Details | Verse | |

Love it

I love it when you're kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs
Passion slowly increasing
breathing deeper
Gaining momentum for the moment 
that draws nearer
Now you're whisperin in my ear
Temperature's rising
moaning, grinding
my body to the rhythm of each 
breath
Enjoying kisses with your tongue on 
my neck
While creating secrets between us 
that manifest
into beautiful stories of lust and 
fantasy
Unafraid to confess 
Rivers flow
The scent of the pheremones 
The beat that the song's on
Tuned in to your passion 
I’m feeling it’s time to make this happen
Finally releasing fear and stress
through pure emotion and love 
Freedom from hurt and distress
I love it when you’re kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs...


Details | Lyric | |

Season's Gone

The generation’s pass now through your eyes
The spirit of what is gone now will arise
And in a better place free from lies

A gentle spring is all I could ask for		
The softest rains and the mystical breeze	
Our hair would blow in waves like the oceans
My backyard held adventures and mysteries

The speed and light went racing past obstacles
I can’t even see the past or my miseries
The summer hit me and fled while I watched it go on
Never knowing how we would be

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

The chill in the air passed through me so willfully
My heart and stomach dropped down so distantly
The luscious grays kept me from blending into
A fall of emotions ranked with virility 

The winter reveals loss for our loved ones
Its icy truth pushes strong while freezing the weak
Some can go again with a mind full of optimism
The rest will die alone with the meek 

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing


Details | Rhyme | |

Some Times before Slumber

Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers
Of sheep in the back of my mind;
I drift into blue and think about you 
And me in those long ago times. 

When living gets lost in those waves we once tossed
Each other near the shores of our youth;
Where the sounds of your laughter for here ever after
Remind me of rain on an old tin roof.  

Dancing with delight at the thought of the sight 
Still smiling after all these years;
Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers
I can see you, ever so clear. 

In the depths of my being at the edge of dreaming
Of you resting in my embrace;  
Where the seagulls still fly and you first caught my eye
Way back in that once perfect place.

Where now I see clearly, perhaps as nearly 
As the colors of sunrise at dawn;
Of memories made that won’t ever fade 
Well after they say I’m gone.

Sometimes before slumber while counting the numbers
Of days between now and then;
I feel myself glowing in the warmth of knowing
While sleeping I’ll see you again.  
 


Details | Free verse | |

somebody did me wrong

what is interesting
is that
i feel like 
all the others
that say...

"i know just how
you feel"...you know...
those recovered 
ones that are
o.k..now.

i want to tell them
that i am not o.k.
cannot they see i
can hardly 
open my eyes
but for the tears
that are streaming
down my face.???

oh, my darling
i see you everywhere
that you aren't;
but even more painfully
i see you
where you are.


Details | Lyric | |

Tears of a Runaway

Tears of a Runaway

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I long for that happiness
That I once felt.
Instead, painful memories
Are coming back to hurt me.

Running away
Sounded like a good solution,
Even though I may trip and fall.
I'll just keep on running, 'til I can't run at all.

I trip and completely fall down,
But I don't get up this time.
I’m just lying on the ground, now,
Crying ‘til I can’t cry anymore…tears.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.

I don’t know what to do now.
I’m just paralyzed on the ground;
Except that I’m also shaking
From all the crying that I’m doing.

Running away
Wish I could say
That I would stay.
But, God, just please help me?

The coldness is wrapping around me
Like it’s a frozen blanket.
Trapped in this cold, cold world
And in my mind, memories swirled.

Blinded by these tears;
Choking on my useless words;
Heart racing like a horse;
Lungs gasping for air.
As I lie here,
I wonder
What it would be like
If my life was happier.

I can’t really say for sure
What would be going on.
But if my life was happier,
I wouldn’t be singing this song.

I once felt that warmth and comfort,
But now it’s gone.
And it’s been so long
That everything in my life now is wrong.

I’m blinded by these tears;
Still choking on my useless words;
My heart still racing like a horse;
My lungs still gasping for air.

These are the tears of a...runaway


Details | Free verse | |

Ever since

From my place,
I saw your face,
I saw your eyes with love substance,
I saw your hands are calling me to dance,
To fill myself in,
To feel your heart beating, then..
To fly and fly in endless space,
To touch your lips,
And stamp a kiss,
To whisper you .. I loved you ever since


Details | Lyric | |

Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game


Details | Free verse | |

Alzheimers

Raintears run down
the cabin window,
and the lights go dim
for departure.

It's twilight here
on the ground and the sun
has just set behind
the western mountains.

The plane taxies around in the rain
for its takeoff run.
In a few minutes we will be up there
in the pearlescent clouds
attempting to catch the sun
with the same success I had
catching memories the last two days.

On down the runway now,
a little hitch,
and we've left the ground,
good-bye, my mother, forever.

We fly over darkening roads,
lights just turning on,
that I had traveled earlier
in a groundling's stupor,
filled with the images of 
a slow morning on the porch.

The air was cool and the sun
was warm on our faces as
we sat there,
you and I.
I knew it was the last time and
I think maybe sometimes
you knew it too.

We watched the world go by
and you tried to remember
from moment to moment
who I was.

So I made one last attempt 
to grab some memories
out of the deep,
and place them
at your feet.

Shared moments, shared jokes,
shared times and places, some you fumbled,
but, for awhile you began to make connections,
and remembered and 
I was ecstatic that
you were still there.

I held back my tears
so that you wouldn't see
how hard this was for me.
Yet, I could see the strain on your face
as you fought, as you always had,
to give me all your best.

I knew then, I had to let you go.
It was selfish of me
to hold you in this world,
that you would not remember
in an hour.

I sit here safe, flying into a storm.
And you down there,
head into the unknown.
My plane races into the light,
just ahead of the night.
Good-bye, my mother, forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Vague Memory

You said you’d wait forever…
I never saw when forever passed me on the streets…
You said you’d love me forever…
The other day, your love walked away from me…
You said you’d always be there for me…
Where are you now…
You said you’d always be in love with me…
And now, your just vague memory…


Details | Rhyme | |

Shadows On The Wall

Shadows on the wall

When the sun goes down and shadows  fall
My thoughts turn to  pictures on my wall
My heart heaves a sigh for years gone by
And loved ones who have said goodbye
Those chubby hands that caressed my face
Have moved away to a distant place
And absent friends are still dear to my heart
Lo these many years we’ve had to part
My heart holds memories that will never fade
There is not one hour that I would trade
For the years of love that I found so rare
No precious jewels could ever compare


The sound of silence pervades the room
But I will not dwell on doom and gloom
For in my heart I hear music still
Of long gone voices and always will!
The sounds of laughter still sound in my ears
But now it’s grandchildren’s voices I hear
They stop and stare at the photos they see
Of their dad and mother, their grandfather and me
Photos of Aunts and Uncles…cousins galore
Bring unbridled laughter at the clothes we  wore
Time stands still  for all to see
And it makes me happy they’ll remember me!


My heart holds memories that will never fade
There is not one hour that I would trade
For the years of love that I found so rare
No precious jewels could ever compare
My Diamonds are here for all to see
My heart overflows…with my memories!

Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

For Sidney Ann's Picture Frame Contest


Details | Blank verse | |

Wilted Rose

It was something beautiful,
 like a quickly budding rose.
 We found it among the thorns,
 struggling to reach the sunlight.
 We gave the flower so much care
 with soil and shade and gentleness.
 We watered the flower, so happily,
 almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
 We were a whirlwind, destructive
 despite all our best intentions.
 I think that the flower drowned.
 We just used too much water,
 and the flower quickly faded.
 We killed it.
 We, together, now have no purpose.


Details | Free verse | |

The full moon waxing

The amazing way we came to know
We each had some place else to go

where eternal sparks of passion’s fire
too hot to quench with earthly flesh

We understood our wants and needs
Taking eternity into account
never crossed our minds
when we evaluated our lives

We now step back and evaluate
our relationships
our accomplishments
and believe in our choices

We live a life our parents
could not even imagine
but the one thing they taught us
still holds true... the children are the most important thing.

rlm '08


Details | Free verse | |

little pale lies


sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,

but

you deserve someone

a little less neurotic

and

a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.


Details | Free verse | |

Alone

The warm concrete kissed my cheek
when I had finally stopped falling

and I lay there, 
at peace in the sunshine,
bruises on my knees and
scrapes on my hands
bleeding oh so quietly

while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude.

It's finally happened,
I met the ground,
The world quit spinning
all around
The clock just stopped
The pain just quit
I just embraced my moment
while my throat was slit

I sang and sang and lay and prayed,
My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul
forgive my sins
--scratch that--
I don't give a sh**

Just leave me be, here on the ground
Let me sing without a sound

Let me be at peace 
In my effortless glow
Let me have my minute
Of being alone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Angel

An angel whom I always dreamt 
Stood live right in my front

She was oozing with her overt beauty
That made me to get a little naughty

I  so wanted to grab all her attention 
And soon meddled with my friend, though I had no intention

Her eyes fell at the sight
And asked the reason for our fight

She held me by my shirt collar
And slipped her hand in my pocket, in search of the missing dollar

She was glad to find one there
Yet grinned at me for not being fair

She warned me never to do such a thing
And asked me to hand it over to my fellow buddy Zing

I obeyed all that I was instructed
And never such a thing I ever repeated

This was an incident when I was a teen
And my angel was none but my maths teacher Parveen


Details | Ballad | |

The land of my birth

I left you long ago for a place unknown
Every time I remember how it used to be
My heart is always flooded with memories

It was not always about the running water, electricity or the good roads
It was simply about the rich abiding love that people shared with others
If I did not show up at church, somebody stopped by to check that I was okay
If they did not turn up at a place, it was my duty to be certain that everything was alright

Neighbors were family friends not just people you waved to
Deeds were done not for a fee but out of love and that was the way we rolled
I became a mother for the first time in a strange land, I could not be more lonely
Husband had to go to school, I had no one to turn to

I called my Mama, thousands of miles in Africa, I wept and wept
All she could say was, "baby you can do it"  you go on and be blessed
It was tough, it was hard but I made it
If I did not know God in a personal way, I might have lost it

I miss you Oh land of my birth every now and then
The laughter, the pure joy, the unfailing love I shared with others
The help of others that was always at hand
Everyone looking for what they could give not what they could get 

Though you have your share of woes but you are still the land of my birth
Though you are still developing as a nation, you have qualities that can not be compared
I have found a home in this place, it is no longer strange
I have been blessed with a family and friends that do care


Details | Rhyme | |

The Good Ole Days

Youngsters laugh at our "good ole days"
No Ipod’s, cells or weed
Mom didn't give you credit cards
She bought just what you need
Most kids had a paper route
If they wanted money to spend
Your parents were your parents
Not just another friend!
A loaf of bread was just a dime
And hand me downs the norm
No school bus picked you up
You had to hike it through a storm
We sat around the radio
The fireplace kept us warm
And listened to great artists
Like Opera stars perform

Families stayed together
Through good times and the bad
Always pulling for each other
And respecting Mom and Dad
I wouldn't change a thing
From my early childhood days
We were so much better off
Without these modern ways
The woodshed was your punishment
If you misbehaved in school
For you were always expected
To follow the golden rule
There was never a question
Of calling your Pa for bail
No one I ever knew
Spent any time in jail!

So take your Ipod’s, pricey sneakers
Your flat tv's and such
I'll still take those good ole days
Thank you very much
There was so much love and kindness
And love for country too
We gave you a great foundation
The rest is up to you
I guess we didn't do too bad
They call us the GREATEST GENERATION!
Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All


Details | Imagism | |

Shoebox Love

I know
Love and adoration
I remember their scent ......so well
Stored in a shoebox on top of my aged wardrobe
Wrapped in reminiscent bright pink tissue
Origami of the mind
Occasionally I climb
Reach and tug
At the scarlet silk ribbon that surrounds it
Tip toeing through diligent daisies
Open the storage to all I secretly treasure

And
Smell the memorable scent of our anticipation
Regard the look of adoration
Feel the touch of passion stroke the thighs of my wishful mind
Hear the sighs of whimsical, after thoughts
And I am back in your arms as your most prized possession
At the moment just after

The Oh so precious moment before


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleasure Is

Pleasure is.
So sweet the seasons sounds,
That makes for those summer days.
Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue,
Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.

Upon my face the beads of perspiration,
As I wipe my fevered brow.
The days now long as I swing forth the scythe,
High above the sun beats down.

A shout breaks my concentration,
For it is Mary who is my love.
Under a large oak tree she shelters,
Truly a pure vision from above.

For with her a wicker basket,
Its contents now lay out before.
She beckons me come forward,
Asl my senses cry out for more.

In her tender arms my head gently lies,
Beneath a canopy of green.
 Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair,
For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned.

©N . Windle. 2009	



Details | Free verse | |

Love Spell

Lost in love, playing truth or dare
 Living in a spell bound worlds affair
 Hide or seek with-in a devils lair
 Slipping all around without a care
 
Leaving behind a million cares
 Paceing myself as the music blares
 Looking back through peoples stares
 Hey me and you in the mirror there
 
Us together make a pair
 Practicing for if your ever here
 Wanting only you to end up there
 Wishing wanting without a fear


Details | I do not know? | |

HOME OF TYRANNY

Blood of martyrs dried in the plains
Died in the Valley Mountains
Fighting for independence

Injustices felt when migration arise
In the island of pearls
And in the land of promise

People were put in chaos
When their land grabbed out of laws
Immigrants view as dominant foes

Once an oasis of freedom
Is now a doom of ignorance?
When tyranny became lord of the land

People were driven out of their post
Were given just pinch of hope
To live life in woe forth

Oh the never ending story
Of the endless tyranny
Please leave this home happy!

This poem is dedicated to the people of Sulu and Mindanao
Kg. Bahagia, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
5:35- 6:35 pm, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Couplet | |

Peter Pan Envy

Peter Pan Envy 

I envy Peter Pan
He never get’s old as a man

He can fly back and forth to never-never land
To his lost boys a merry band

If I had Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust and could fly
I would go up and up into the sky

I would fly up to my wife who’s in heaven
And take her back to nineteen fifty-seven 

The fifties were a great time in life
It was when I met my future wife  


Details | Free verse | |

A mothers love

She left me in the empty darkness
So lost in the world I search for her,
An invisible force drags me to the forlorn eagle,
Both our chains bond together
And Eagle and I entwine our souls, 
Thus we embark on our desperate journey,
We ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing White clouds,
Searching for the unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
Gazing through his eyes in the sky, we see her,
We watch her nurture the flowers on the land,
So provoked we christen to her in the weightless air,
Sensing my voice she lifts her porcelain head,
Familiar of her smile I sense a separation commence,
Zooming in on her face I feel the knots tighten,
Disillusioned By the sight of her eyes, 
There is nothing but despair,
And once again we ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing white Clouds,
Searching for that unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
And fixated on the earth we spot her,
And once again we christen to her in the weightless air,
Discerning us in the Violet sky,
She Smiles and signals us to come,
The knots begin to loosen,
But as we progress closer I hear her call my name
Listening to her foreign voice I flee,
So distressed by this misconstrue event,
My hope begins to diminish with the clouds,
So we flee to the forgotten rock,
And sit on the rusted gray stone looking unto the sky
And watch history reveals itself through the stars,
And we travel back in time to obtain her,
We wish to feel her presence,
To touch her delicate soft skin,
And to have her hold us once more in her arms,
But as we search through time and space,
I cannot find one sole essence of her Existence


Details | Lyric | |

Into The Blue

A place where I can go to let down my hair
Become that of a still smooth sleeping bear
Gone with the wind is my worries and cares
Into beautiful eyes, where mine can stare

As each grain of sand slips through my hand
I recall each time that I held your hand
The way you made me feel like a man
This is the place where I can escape,
From Lifes binding plans 


Details | Imagism | |

Upon our Lake

Petroleum translucent wings wave upon a sage green moss
Whilst vibrating webs in fevered mood delight a flies flight loss
Tinkering thoughts they travel over a calming cool breeze break
Smiling eyes, a touch, a breath, do beguile upon one gentle lake

Cotton thoughts on wistful clouds disturb differing hues of blue
Emerald, limes, rusted umbers enhance breezes as they move
A whimsical dash of mottled fish engrossed in lifes harsh fight
To gather all required whilst avoiding, the silent fishers sight

A hand does stroke the waters as thoughtfully as a lovers face
Whilst oars and gentle droplets dance at such a soothing pace
Non returnable ripples travel onwards with no due care
Words, sights, scents, sounds, precious memories that we share

One day we will be but whisps that relished this cherished place
As lovers new will float on by with a fresh renewed embrace
And maybe if they are just like us they will sit and ponder on
Lovers who were once like them but now are sadly gone


Details | Lyric | |

I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)


Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | Free verse | |

love 9

Caught on the unever grounds of submission
With a never ending option of segression
Talking about the differences of evil and good
Walking among man learning as I should

Memories of ancient Egypt and it's wood
Vibrent obcarities at the mention of your name
Violent observations and from with they came
Fighting over rotted ruins and pegs for a game

Carring over obsecurities of a famous dame
Locked into eternitiy left on what remains


Details | Lyric | |

Save Me From Desperation

It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation


Details | Rhyme | |

Moth

A glimpse, a flash of red.
Strands that catch the light.
Smoldering, enticing -
A moth doomed to ignite.
And suddenly he's back -
Familiar twist and knot.
A touch, a whispered word,
The scent of bergamot.
And from the tainted ashes,
Faint, persistent glow.
She's just another face,
Someone he used to know.


Details | Senryu | |

' Prettiest Picture ... ' 49th Senryu

‘ Prettiest Picture … ’      49th  Senryu


    Innocence Lovely
Pretty Picture,  Ever See
    Is My Grandbaby


  ( oooooohhh, Kisses, Kisses, Hugs, Hugs
       Oh How Fast, They Do Grow Up !  )

         A  Happy-MoonBee - (smile)


Details | Narrative | |

To the Siren of the faraway seas

I once thought to have the world within my grasp, that all I needed I already had.
I once thought to be unable to feel more happier than I was while you were around.
Only way to make it better, was to change our worlds of ones and zeroes to contact of the flesh itself.

Even though I realized it, I choose to deny it. I was sorely mistaken about you and I, and this and that.
You smiled when you lied about your feelings.
"I cannot give to you more than this" you said with an evil smirk while observing me from afar.
The smirk, was it real or imaginated?
I do not know, and I fear I will never know, my mind play tricks on me once and again.
Misleading me to believe, like it allowed me to believe in your words.

Words... Amazing how powerful it can be, use it well and one can find pleasure, use it well, and one can find the demise of the soul.
leaving an empty husk behind, like you left me. An empty husk longing to be filled, once again, with the colors of joy.

Coming from the other side of the world, I felt your words and disdain like piercing cold knives straight to my heart, once warm, now cold, since you left.
And following your words you went away to never come back.
Along with you, went away also the joy and happiness I dared to thought to be eternal, a sweet lie I was telling myself...

Even today, after so long, I still think about you and I, your mesmerizing gaze that made me forget and float, your enchanting laughter and the warm and soft touch I told myself that you had.
Touch that I will never feel, laughter I will never hear, again, and eyes that I will never meet, again.
When you left, I was torn, between love and hatred. Now the hatred is gone and the love morphed to friendship, which I would like to share with you.

The Mauritius girl, will my words reach you?
I guess they will not, but I like to hope, to dream.
Hopes and dreams, the accessories of the weak...
A weak being, that I am, a being to be filled with fake bliss, five by day.
Three by the sunrise and  two when the diamonds imbue the skies.
As like that, the curtains shall rise and fall before my eyes, at each passing empty day.

And so I live on, even if that means to not have you anyway I can... The only way I can...
For now, I just wonder, if will I ever find it again while I live? The joy and wonder, I mean.
I ask this chair, I ask the other me on the looking glass and I ask my shadow.
I guess these are the only companionships I will ever have until I meet my final doom.
My shadow, my other broken me and this chair and my memories, of you and I...


Details | Free verse | |

Before the World even knows we're gone

She tore me apart
under a rockabilly sunset;
Set me free from the 
sway of pop culture jive
with her bass-line booty. 
She smelled like gasoline, 
tasted like cherries, 
and made my heart rumble like a .454 
And she knew she had me,
when she dropped her hair 
outta that black bandanna, 
wrapped it it round my neck,
and lit me up with 
…Pontiac red lips. 
Yeah, she tore me down
like a fixer-upper,
built me back up,
and revved me high. 
Reeedd liinedd by those
spider web leggins’. 
I know she’s mine,
thank God in Heaven. 
Cuz when she whispers in my 
ear “Baby, lets go for a ride” 
I can’t find a way to make 
this monster glide.
We’re stuck in high gear,
bound to make it outta town
for’ daddy knows I got her
sittin’ in the middle of my bench
seat ‘stead of that church pew. 
I know he’ll come a lookin’
but as long as we keep bookin’
we’ll make it to horizon ‘for the
world even knows we’re gone. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear my Closest Friend

Note: This poem is written in the point of view of a character dedicated to another character in a writing my friend Laura and I are doing
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Dear my closest friend,
For many sleepless nights lost in dreams
You and I have met upon the reality seams
With not but hope and trust did you reach out to me
and show me what I could really be
something that was not evil nor mean
something that could be happy and see
differently; not in fear but in love and respect
Dear my closest friend,
I know I left you after times end
and it seemed as though you lost a friend
but fear not I still hod you close and true
for I would be nothing without you
I would have not,
and I would be for naught
Without your love and persistence and caring
I would be nothing but something everyone was fearing
Dear my closest friend,
because of you I have a happy life
and wonderful person to call my wife
All because of you and what you showed me
You and me, friends forever we'll always be
I will never forget you
nor will I ever 
be able to thank you enough
Dear my closest friend,
I love you no matter what
You are who you are and do not change
for you and I will remain as true
as all close friends do
Dear my closest friend,
I thank you for everything 
you have given me
I thank you for believing in me
and I thank you
for being there
and being my friend....


Details | Ballad | |

Ballad

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away— I met the person whom I shall love. It was summer season—in the month of May, when I found my dearest dove— my life; my beloved; my prized; my cherished with no name. In that land far, far away, surrounded by the seas, by the name of Puerto Prinsesa, we tasted the sweet scent of its breeze— I and my cherished with no name— as little seraphs of heaven sang in bliss. Stealing glances, that’s all we had in that land far, far away; and also in stealing glances, our tale has ended, as we witnessed ourselves falling away. The sun never rises without bringing me trances of my cherished with no name; the wind always whistles but I never had the chance to hear the voice of my cherished with no name; and so, my heart desires of revisiting our land far, far away— to bring me back to the scenes, to bring me back to my once upon a time that my yearning heart once has seen.
Author's Note: Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A NIGHT IN VENICE

Moonlight was the only light to make streaks across
a sky full of suspense which even a thief was afraid of;
and as I dragged you along lamp-lit, narrows streets,
we seemed two ghosts wearing human masks...
but what was on our delirious minds, if not love?


Your wish was to be on the Ponte Dei Respiri to sigh and dream...
while viewing that moon with new eyes to catch that rare gleam, 
but the quickest way to get there was to wave down a gondolier! But there was 
no space as thousands of people, wearing masks, were riding in those gondolas... 
without despairing, we stopped on the nearest bridge and passionately kissed! 


I resembled the Phantom of the Opera without that disfigured face;
you seemed like the seductive Dodge's wife so glamorous and gleeful,
and your mask was of the loveliest blue as the sky over the Adriatic Sea...
when Saint Mark's bells rang and doves flew to revive their past glory. 
Oh, darkness endure more to let our memory always be a night in Venice! 


Entered in Nette Onclaud's contest,
" It's Mask Time "
Written by Andrew Crisci




Details | Free verse | |

A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Verse | |

Love's Touch

Love’s Touch

the first touch was tentative,
the scent tantalizingly different,
the sounds and nuances yet to
be experienced, known, trusted.

she was beautiful, firm, curvaceous,
polished, but not yet refined, not
yet molded by the necessities of
moving in fluid oneness.

time, and practiced repetition,
would embrace them, join them,
meld them into a flawless fluidity,
caress the contours of their differences.

he cherished every moment of this
first love, touched, caressed, held,
gazed at the texture and sheen
of his olive skinned love.

they spent long winter nights
exploring the subtle contours
of the other, investigating the
intricacies of intimacy

they knew this was a perfect fit,
a seamless bond had been fashioned,
a desire to face the future together
to place one hand in the other

thus they stood on that spring day
hand in hand, facing the future,
dreaming of its wonders
when those magic words were spoken.,,,




…….PLAY  BALL!!!


John G. Lawless
9/20/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

A Promise

Nostalgia filled my soul, looking at the view
Distant seemed the past, oh the present too 
I see bridges occupied by few, yet what is apparent 
Dams blocking the clarity, although transparent 
Nostalgia filled my soul, looking back in time 
Warrior seeking light amid all the grime 
Let’s build a bridge, what a soothing joy!
Doubt and fear let’s destroy! 
Yet silence was the reward 
By choice it was poured 
A sign of comfort, often I wondered 
A sign of distance, in my head it thundered
Could it be, I don’t know you,
What I know is what I ought to?! 
I ponder for a while, then I choose to ignore
True friendship & honesty you swore
if I doubt my heart will be sore
How can I question …you are my soul mate 
If I do, our pure, true bond I desecrate
A bond indelible in our palm, on the line of fate
Forgive me my love, 
A burden I once said, distance what I dread
Still, our best talks were with words unsaid 
Nostalgia filled my soul; yet comfort what I feel
Happiness and health for you I pray as I kneel
Whether in my arms, here or miles apart
With all my heart, this I impart...


Details | Free verse | |

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

Woke up again this morning
afraid to open my eyes
As you prepare for an early
departure a piece of me silently
dies; I want  to say I love you
but from hurt only raw emotion
abides ; another day wasted
and as always love gets
denied.........

knowing that very instant
what lies ahead for me
in these already dark and sullen skies.

Everyday is similar you are
distant so am I but that happens
with us almost every time.

It's easy to make me happy
if you were  willing to try but instead
of caring for me you rebuke
poke and pry making me resent
and hate myself for perpetuating
this lie.

Can't imagine a conversation
where we could ever see eye to eye
in a perfect world we'd embrace one
another but instead our worlds collide.

Tragic and never ending days turn into
nights where a cold sudden distance
is what traps us inside.

You go your way I go mine never
finding a common ground to let the error
of our ways and pain subside.


Details | Rhyme | |

My dream wedding day

Looking at the first blush of the morning,
I know its the perfect day for a wedding.
The big fat white wedding, the dream,
To which every little girl clings.
 
I tell myself as I watch the clouds turn white,
That this is the happiest day of a woman's life,
And that nothing should come in between,
The perfect bride and her groom.
 
I remember those young moments when I used to dream,
Of how our wedding would seem.
It was just like I had imagined,
A pretty day like today.
 
Slipping into my white dress and stilettos,
I think of the way you had proposed.
The way I had always wished for,
A dazzling ring in sparkling champagne.
 
I switch to happier thoughts from our past,
Holding hands, watching stars, laying on the grass.
We were high school sweethearts,
The perfect couple was what they called us.
 
We spent our days sneaking in a few kisses,
We used to pretend to be Mister and Mistress.
We were in love,
The crazy, eternal and rare kind.
 
Memories are shoved as mother comes into the room,
Holding a few red roses in full bloom.
Her eyes are teary and her voice is shaky,
As she whispers that she is proud of me.
 
Tears spill but I smile as I slide into the car,
Remembering the times you'd sing to me with your guitar.
The times you'd reach over and,
Tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
 
I laugh silently as I remember on the way to the chapel,
You saying once you were the beast and I, the belle.
You  always bring little candles and gifts,
And laugh as I make my birthday wish.
 
I wonder if you'd be laughing today,
As you cut the wedding cake with the sugar bouquet.
If you'd remember our old ceremonies,
In the event of your new one.
 
I walk through the gates smiling at our old friends,
And take your brother's hand as his arm extends.
He takes me in but lets me go,
As we reach the door to the flowery hall.
 
I peek through the crack to see you there,
At the altar smiling, running a hand through your hair.
I slip in and move to the side,
As the wedding march starts to play.
 
In came the blushing bride, walking gracefully down the aisle,
At her friends and family, she nods and smiles.
As I hold my breath and wipe my eyes,
Our high school love story plays in my head. 
 
I remember the day we promised we'd never part,
Because I would always be the one in your heart.
But your bride and you exchange your vows,
And I find myself repeating them inside.
 
The priest asks you to kiss your bride,
And I quickly slip outside.
Because no matter how alright I say I am,
Letting you go was the hardest thing I had ever done.
 
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Free verse | |

Island

a long time ago 
an island far away 
beautiful memories 
that would last a life time  

decades later 
I am dreaming of 
that moment in time

magical, sweet 
time of discovery
of innocence almost lost

gentle whispers in the night 
under a Caribbean full moon

tender, savory kisses shared
teasing glances
bodies touching
hearts lost

beautiful memories
time frozen forever
in my mind

tucked safely in my heart


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

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

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

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

I stand, alone.


Details | Free verse | |

A LOVELIER AND CALMER PLANET

I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars
that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming;
and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering
two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots.


I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed
beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries;
dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity... 
showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds.


Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn,
and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens.
I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn;  
and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours!


I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me,
believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother
as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. .
I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.






 





Details | Sonnet | |

If by Chance we Meet

What if by chance we meet, embrace once more,
And to that place we go where no one sees
Or even knows, we quietly close the door
And shut away the winter’s cooling breeze.

The scent of hyacinths still fills the hall
And welcomes us with memories of where
We both said our goodbyes and we’ll recall
Unspoken words left hanging in the air

But if we meet, my heart will surely sing
For what we were and what we might have been
When to this empty room, my love, you’ll bring
Bouquets of flowers fresh and newly green

If in this chance encounter, you are true,
We may find love returns, from where it flew







Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Mistake

I was there
Extant at the screen of life as the third parties
A warmth which subsequently appeared capricious
A love that never thought to be seek

At once all disclosed by the warmth which began by a kiss ...

One Eve is waiting overseas
Stood upon her ignorance ...

Ahead of them ....
A falsity was presented as a host for our mistakes ...
And the conversation went on, as usual ...

Realism provoked to speak about the story which should not be exist...

But I....

I mazed in clue, the clue to quench the truth
Conversations legible through our eyes
We forbid to speak, we crawled through the sense
We seek through our heart , for the true heart we understood

Because this should not be subsist....

I surrender to the possibilities
Fling all of my feelings
I cast my self out from your world, your love, even it's true or not
With hope you would find the right love, true love, true end

~ And now you do ~ :)


Author's note:
Written on November 4, 2007


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Blows A Kiss

Autumn blows a kiss
 mists dance amongst painted leaves
 Winter soon arrives
 

(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
(November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Rhyme | |

Everytime I See Him...

Everytime I see him, my heart aches and breaks.
Everytime I see him, my knees and hands shake.
Living with the pain,
I am in vain.
Thinking that I'm hated,
It's not appreciated.

Everytime I see him,my world turns.
Everytime I see him,my stomach churns.
Everytime I see him,the world goes around and around.
Everytime I see him,it's like my heart's falling to the ground.

Just hearing his voice, all rough yet smooth,
Just waiting for that one perfect move.
At the same time, his scent is sweet & bitter.
It makes my body feel as if it's gonna shiver.

Everytime I see him, a flood of memories come into my head.
Everytime I see him, it's like the burning in my heart is being fed.
This pain hurts so much that it's so unbearable.
To me, this situation is not understandable.
Can't he understand that I love him so?
Well, I guess not...


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Love, -name-

Your skin glows like warm, silky milk chocolate,
   blossoms better than a rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your comforting voice
   and leaps like a kitten at the whisper of your name, -name-.

The evening ascends in on a great Blue Jay wing.
I am calmed by your presence that I carry into 
    the twilight of moonbeams and us holding each other hand-in-hand.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of
    sadness, happiness, and joy that are mixed together. 
As my mind wanders to my bank of memories, I remember
    the times you were wild with passion.

In the hushed, I listen for the last chirp of the spring.
My heated heart leaps to my chest.

I wait in the crystal moonlight for you to show me your
    secret place you say has beauty beyond imagination, 
        so that we may jump as one, heart to heart, in search of the
            glorious times and the spiritual tree of love.



*Dedicated to the one with whom I fell inlove with...may you be blessed each day


Details | Lyric | |

On The Bed Of Crimson Roses

I smell the fragrance of love
On the bed of crimson roses
Memories of thee beguiles me
And million emotions my heart encloses

Those eternal love-filled hours
Feel yet to be so few
Oh Love! Rush down my core
As this heart concocts the brew

Silent I lay beside you, all cuddled up
That drives me to the golden shore
Seeing through my inward eye, I become
Nostalgic to the days of yore


Details | Villanelle | |

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings 

 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
Windmills wait for their windstorm's day;
Worldly wreath and wrath of kings 
Writhe in wrong and wrought old rings,
While stars of happy green, in woe they pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
My love is rowing, and angels white it brings.
A whiff white of dreams and air beings,
While whirlwind whets the winter's whip gray. 
But who is there, where my heart sings? 
The seasons gathered to meet The Milky Way…
 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
Whispers of love enlighten the things:
Sweet serenity of green in the light's way; 
From Father Chrisman, the blessed rainbow sings  
The same new written poem with white wings…
All we became a tree in no time's amber, I pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
With our seasons, with happy angels we play.


Details | Bio | |

TIME FLIES






      ********

Love Encompasses
So... so many dreams'
    So many fears'
         - And -
So many year's.....


         Poet Author
         Gary Fields


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Our Song Unsung

"There is something coming over me"
Love in everything_its amazing
Must be spring has pronounced decree
Great romance aflame blazing 
All the birds, crickets in song praising
Memories surfing corners of my mind
The spring of my life when we were young
The young love that we have left behind
Young love amazing, all reason to wind flung
Oh! For that spring again, our song unsung

Contest: English Quintain A Spring Day
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
February 02, 2012


Details | Romanticism | |

Damsel's solemn wish

As lovebirds shew affection for its mate in the wild,
 I ponder of thy loving arms that embraced;
With a love so chaste and soothfast
doting with little knowledge.
Now I find myself laying by the meadows secluded.
An abnormal love for night I turned,
And indite these lines alow descending night.
Yet so fond of solitary moon so wane,
saw a shooting star luminously explode.
And makes a wish unto thee,
Of your pilgrim soul’s arrival hither hills
Where we once grew in aroha
And played by the shrubs therewithal,
Your vigor wherefrom you’d catch me a ladybird,
Moments we went berrying,
And passed valleys for quest unknown,
And youthful we reached by the hills
Whence you depart somewhither;
With nothingness left in me to grin.
And these I wish upon the shooting star,
‘’A damsel wait for her swain be met”,
Yet I know of your nihility as I turn grey.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Clowns Are Laughing

Isn't this brilliant?
Isn't it just gay?
Life is so resilient
With you gone away!
But I won't think about that now
No, not just right now anyway
For I've come to see the clowns
And they're laughing today!

It is kind of sad
And a tragic love affair,
For one who didn't know what he had
And the other, who didn't even care!
But enough of that now
Today I want to feel gay!
Listen, I can hear the clowns
And they're laughing today!

Aren't we just the two?
Don't we make a fine pair?
Me, here feeling lonely without you
And you, feeling lonely over there.
But I won't let that get me down
Today, I want to laugh and play!
So I've come to see the clowns
And they're laughing today!

Doesn't it seem funny
Like some practical joke?
For one who only needed money
And the other, quite broke!
But I'll be happy without you
I'll get through this someway,
Laughter will drown those ole blues
And the clowns are laughing today!

It feels sort of strange
Like some kinda of trick,
That I should feel such estrange
For someone who could never quite stick.
But now, here's the clowns!
Here's my money...what is it? Let's see..
They're all pointing and standing around?
Oh, how funny!.........The clowns,
They're laughing at me!


                                Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Free verse | |

Little Red

Full Moon Brimming 
On A Hungry Wolf
Fire still burning 
Words are not enough

Red Riding Hood,
You stopped me where i stood.
The basket you held, looked so good,
I enticed...And you fell... 

In the woods... safe and sound
We could not believe what we had found
Me in denim... and you it lace

We understood, each other so very well
Full moon brimming over with light
Gazing into the eyes of the other

The twin to me, I did see, in You.
Be careful with my heart, my love.

My running shoes are unlaced for now,
So lean back and enjoy the ride.
Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow.

rlm


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A Lesson In Depiction

Let’s not define us in human terms 
arms, torso, eyes, just plastic allegories-
you can buy them in gift shops,
etched on chocolate boxes, greeting cards. 
Our yearning is an oxymoron- 

crushingly far. painfully soothing. 

I recourse to arboreal metaphors
butterflies reverse-osmosing in my trunk-
our roots intertwining under the morass,
while we make love leaf to leaf. 
The briny aftertaste of your tree sap, 
shimmer briefly trapping ochre dragonflies. 
I whisper something silly, 
like, ‘you are my photosynthesis’ and 
we quiver our branches 
our dialogues stroke sleeping crows 
inside us ablaze, memories of 
a thousand survives, a thousand forests. 
We are the seconds flowing by 
the clock had ticked away all yesterdays 
into a seamless mystic scarf, fastening us.
it gnaws into our tomorrows, 
nibbling an hour after another- 
we are the vacuum dug out, displacing air 
cavities filled with matter and ether. 

At times, we were like mirrors falling in love 
you devoured me in tiny slurps- 
one mercury coated lick at a time; 
we consumed our endless gauzy reflections 
I saw in you, a perfect me 
an immeasurable trance 
bouncing back, back, back 
a cry throw from afar, 
yet we need to remain still 
one slight nod and all equilibrium breaks 
you dissolve into a primordial sea 
around my skin; 
the silence defended by the 
echo of waves- 
filling up my quagmire with 
sea shells. a taste of salt.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rainbows

She makes… rainbows sprout from her fingertips with every touch of my corpses flesh, her angelic
 presence, bringing sunshine to my cheek with lips unshaded, her kisses, were full of sun beamed 
pleasures and, all I could do was steal them, steal love from the heart of one whom I felt, I’d never be 
deserving of. Introducing life to the hands of one broken, tattered by his past and scared of the déjà 
vu. Only hoping that she, could wipe the waterfalls from his grassy planed face. When she did so much 
more with just a stare, she, penetrated his mind and made him fall so… so peaceful like. With truth only 
found in the way her hands serenaded his cheeks as her lips marinated his and we fade… into 
teardrops in the ocean, knowing I’d drown forever for a kiss on my corpse cheek just to know… that 
you’ll always love me and never hurt me… not like the others did. Fear is the death of bravery, but I’d 
soon go toe to toe with the rights to your eternity to prove that, we were made for each other. 
Carrying the cross for my own crucifixion if it’d show how much I love her. &you could pierce my body 
and all I’d bleed is the reasons I love her, then die and be reborn on the 23rd hour to prove that… I 
could never go a day without her. So I ask you, what else do I have to prove?


Details | Limerick | |

Mundane Infernality

As strong as I'am after all I've been in tune.
Couldn't believe that I lives haven one's unbeing.
Even when am afar to tire to fall asleep. 
If then wasn't a time and once I were to reflect.
Since awful truths is all that is coming into being  appetative.


Details | I do not know? | |

The girl sitting on a fence

The cool wind whistles tonight,
the rosy moon and her light
dances amid the green trees, 
but my mind rebels and flees 
to the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face. 
 
An orange carp leaps on the air, 
swimming with oriental flair, 
the shinning pool respites again
and I wonder about the day when
I see the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face. 
 
The pages I flip back and forth,
the weather is fickle on the north,
the sun shines on the south, 
All I fancy is to kiss the mouth 
of the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face. 
 
I am awake and now it is lost,
may I dream again and host 
the green fields where I hide,
having always on my side
the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.


Details | Senryu | |

Just The Ticket

want to stay in bed
inviting whispers you’ve said…
late for work I sped


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away


Details | I do not know? | |

the girl in the red dress 2

gulls shriek their gullness
across my field of silence
morning ripens into Monday
and the dance begins, 

cars whizz into traffic jams, doors slam
the world coming in and going out,
dogs bark their allegiance, the morning's Halleluyah chorus
still singing their bird song as if nothing else
mattered, 

it was a good weekend, now locked into the
trunk of memories, I apologized to you,
perhaps already forgiving myself for being
the girl in the red dress, confident and 
tearing out your eyes with the lust of longing,
I was young and filled with the arrogance
of red, 
an open flower for hungry tongues

you didn't know me 
then, when my cheeks were soft
as petals
and my stride was long-legged

we missed a lifetime together
and the days are shorter now.










Details | I do not know? | |

i carry you

CHAPTER 1
Broken glass, shattered dreams, aching hearts- bleeding the memories of yesterday
Fading hope, faded conviction; where do I go to bury you and put the dream of us 
away?
To preserve it forever I’ll put it to rest in c chamber of my soul, I will carry you in my 
heart
This way, my love, you’re forever mine, breathing you even though we are worlds 
apart


CHAPTER 2
Our song, romancing the moon and the summer breeze
The words I’ll be seeing you put my mind at ease
Oh God! Yet, I have burned it all, the bridges crossing to you my dear
I have tainted our love and demolished your heart of gold I fear
Ironically, it all came crashing down on your day of love Sir Valentine
Picture of destruction, sex, drugs and fake friendships intertwine
I will never insult you by trying to say I’m sorry, for it won’t do
There’s nothing I can even dream of that will ever make it up to you
That’s is why I’ll rather suffocate in my pain, take the punishment and protect you 
from me
You think you want this, but I destroy everything I touch, trust me part of my life 
you don’t want to be

HELL
My deepest desire is to go back and find you, but I don’t know where I let go
I don’t know what possessed me, how did you later become my foe
I’ve lost my mind more that I’ve realized, condemning us to hell
Sickening memories, pathetic choices and a heartbreaking story to tell
Pieces if of me, all I have left is my blackened heart and tears
If I forgive myself, will you leave my dreams – these are my fears
I year ago, to the night, I was almost conquered by the bear
The nightmare didn’t end there, I still carry you – life isn’t fair

AUTUMN
The days are turning colder, the warmth of the sun is fading away
An ironic metaphor of how we use to be, oh God how I wish it’ll be okay
I miss you, but I will always be looking for something more
More ambition, confidence, initiative – always being something that I’m punishing 
you for
God knows I want to be with you, but I will destroy
You loyal, passionate and unconditional love give boy


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Trust the One You Lust

Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^
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Never trust the one you lust
For I have done so
I saw the figure in the rain
As dark as the crow
For death himself had stood there
With all his cunning glee,
But then I look inside the reflection 
Only seeing me!
I die a thousand times 
Yet the clock still chimes 
Am I ever to flee?
Heh—now I clearly see the end:
Sanities’ my only friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Tin-Roof Lullibies

Meltin' like butter on a toasty night, 
Electricity out dozin' by candlelight.
Grandma in the kitchen shuckin’ peas, 
Windows open to catch a cool breeze.
Her lovely voice singin', Amazin' Grace,
 A sweet glow upon her age-lined face.
Sweaty hair plastered to my head, 
Tryin' to rest in my overheated bed.
In the distance I can hear the thunder roll, 
The sound vibrates deep down to the very soul.
Life is good here at grandpa's place, 
Just goin' at its own lazy pace.
I hear grandpa call to blow out the light, 
And he loves me, have a goodnight.
When you’re eight years old it’s grand,
Life on the farm is the promiseland.
Throwin' some bait into the fishin' hole,
Gandma's fried fish food for a starvin' soul.
Shuckin' corn and skippin rocks, 
And the late night grandpa talks.
With a contented smile, I close my eyes, 
Lulled to sleep by tin-roof rainin' lullabies.


Details | Acrostic | |

Delighted Dreamy Eyes

Beneath the golden sunset two lovers watch the skies.
Embraces race straight to the heart where true love lay.
Arise, oh, soul and sing; great joy brings this surprise.
“Charming,” held me on the beach; my prince passed life's way. 
Hopefulness bequeathed sweet tears to delighted dreamy eyes. 
 
Beneath the night-lights in the sky, a million twinkles sparked.
Loneliness was chased away; sorrows succumbed to daze.
Alluring dreams and tenderness anticipated; trust embarked.
Neolithic passion paved the way into my heart, oh, happy days.
Kisses and caresses tattooed two souls with love's eternal mark. 
Everlastingly life, now shared, grows, friendship still ablaze.
Together, walking winding roads through hardships and fairways. 

Before the sunrise burst the dream, blankets blew in sand.
Interspersed reality saw tomorrow amid floating clouds.
Nonetheless, a princess dreamed; her prince led her by the hand. 
Great, now, is the memory of an envisioned certainty.
Optimisms saved the day when “Happily-ever-after” came my way.

© July 4, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for:  "BEACH BLANKET BINGO" 	
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.


Details | Free verse | |

Everythings changing

you once made me happy
now you only make me cry
You usta listen
now you only scream
why are you doing this to me
We once were a dream
now were a nightmare
why cant I wake up
you use to look at me like I mattered
now you just look the other way
you usta make me feel beautiful
now you make me feel undesirable
why do I feel so ugly
you once turned me on 
but nows the attractions fading
I usta love the sex
but now I cant wait for it to be over
what happened to us
I once thought you loved me
but now im not so sure
why did you make me so insecure
I use to feel safe with you
now im scared to death
why did you lie, you said you'd never hurt me
I once thought you were good for me
but now I know thats not true
why did you change,
what happened to make your personality rearrange
when you would hug me I use to melt
but now it just feels hollow
when you would kiss me I use to feel it
But now I dont feel a thing
why is this happening
Everythings changing and were falling out of love
and I feel is pain and regret
do you feel anything
I wish I never got attached
cause then Ide just be numb
and I wish underneith, 
that I didnt still feel that your the one
everythings changing,
and damage has been done


Details | Free verse | |

a spec on a screen

i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away,
two lips and a whisper changed a universe today,

patterns contort and minds tilt ajar,
my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art,


head in the clouds, where home isn't far,
seems ages away, knee deep in the stars,

i know not, the language,
i can not define,
but i know that its coming,
it's growing, it's mine.



Details | Lyric | |

Time of Honey

Old memories, foggy and pink:
Time of honey in powerful link;
Air people, silent in the fearful grass;
Clouds in silver circles quickly pass;

White soft eyelids smoothly blink:
In prayer nights, the nights of ink…
Paddled tired water`s white waves;
Sincere love forgives and saves:

Soldiers who march through the ashes;
Children of the rain in drained marshes;
The monk painting the nipples that poke a wet blouse;
Glass birds in the  frozen flight, above the bleak house;

In a time-garden of the fruitful new breath
At the other side of the undiscovered wreath,
Dreams hung in the tempest`s trembling willow
While the emerald sorrow milted in innocent glow.


Details | Quatrain | |

Missing You

It’s been 15 years of silence, But your love still reigns true. Not a single day has gone by, That we never think of you. We miss you on the birthdays, Even more at Christmas time. Though you left us in a hurry, Your departure was divine. When you left us that morning, A piece of me left with you. But I’ll regain my happiness, When I’m next to you. Though the memories are fading, One thing will never fade. And that’s the love you gave to us, In the little things you made. We love you and we miss you, For our grief’s not told in tears. We’ve kept all the things you gave, As precious souvenirs. And in the years to follow, I know one thing is true. That wherever I choose to go, I’ll be missing you.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Free verse | |

When

When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.
When..

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel
When..

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.
When..

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.
When..

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.


Details | Lyric | |

STAINLESS LOVE

Your rejection
is a violent blow
to the face of my affection.
It stops the flow
of my compasssion's blood
and dries the flood
of my burning passsion.
But I will continue to feed 
this innocent attraction.
I will ontinue to breed 
this stainless love
until its muscles grow tough.


Details | Free verse | |

Dust to Dust

I left you in the corner of my mind 
with teenage memories of my puberty. 
I put thoughts of you in a box in the 
attic of my recall, along with others from 
that time, and there you lay, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

I wrapped each memory carefully, 
as one would a cut glass; delicate, 
trying to keep the stems intact. 
Desperate to retain the perfection 
yet scared it wouldn't last, and there you stayed, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

Years have rusted the recollection; 
Once vivid colours of reminiscence 
faded in perception, yet you sat 
patiently in the corner of my mind, 
jostled by accumulating life experiences, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

Like some old painting waiting 
for restoration, you bided your time. 
Then one day in the attic you spoke 
my name; you called me from your corner 
and into my present came a familiarity; 
a recognisable voice perforating the now with then 

and it was yesterday again - 

I unfold the tarnished tissue paper which 
has wrapped the ornate cut glass 
memory for so long; carefully, piece 
by tattered piece, and there it is, 
glistening in glorious perfection; 
vibrant still, safely stored, 

stem intact. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dust From The Past

            Dust From The Past

Vanishing lines of time like wrinkles sleep
Through sand and dust dark ages dry
Stretch back as filtered thoughts we try to keep
As it stings the eyes through memory as we cry

For love, one true love, is it there once more?
Is it there lost in the fog, lost like war?

We struggle like swinging strings back to the past
Gather like dust forming on the mantel piece
When we reach our destination there at last
We rest upon the fire place with peace

Two specks of dust resting side by side
Rebirth upon the fire place of past desires
Perhaps all fires burn out in times lost tide
We raise a glass that our love will not expire  


Created on 10/23/14 for- Pick A Title – Poetry Contest


Details | Lyric | |

DIGGING INTO THE BEATLES' MIND

How much sorrow can you take,
when all you think of is true joy?
Very lonely but not hopeless
until another sunrise comes...
you will be wishing, wide-awake,
for the sweet lips of that young boy!


O lonely girl listening to music and imagining love,
you shouldn't get wings and turn into a dove,
because boys don't believe in keeping promises...
they find another foolish girl somewhere else!
O lonely girl barely fourteen refrain from desire,
that desire that can only end up in dire!


It's okay to dream as teens do to vent their rage,  
it's fine to have a fantasy and wait for the phone to ring;  
and it's quite normal to think of boys at this age,
but be warned of the first heartbreak from a tender wink,
it may lead to something you are not ready for,
so keep on dreaming and shut that darn door!


Towards midnight you hear his voice again and feel fine,
it must be one of those dreams when he says, " Little doll,
you are the prettiest one among others so slim and tall!"
And he goes on, " I made you a promise you'll be all mine!"
Oh, dreamer so innocent: a pillow case is all you hold,
he's not yours by any means...he's a teaser and way too old!  
 

Your silly head is listening to the song he wrote,
a lovely love song he sent to your cellphone,
falling in love is not learned from a romance book:
words mislead and confuse the ones who are alone;
you may love him dearly, but all he does is using you for his own delight... 
he may love you, but he'll sing his song to someone who's not too bright.       


Inspired by the following songs:

Across The Universe
Lady Madonna
Lucille
Lonely Rita
Blackbird
Northern Song


Details | Sonnet | |

Me, One Alone

I stood staring at the moon
I thought about a night so long ago
What happened I shall never know
It was over much too soon
When he walked into the room
My love for her inside did flow
What could I do my love to show
He smiled and she did swoon
What happend next how shall I tell
For is caused my heart begin to swell

Eternal love we did vow
Our life had just begun
That was then and this is now
I am me, one alone



Details | Blank verse | |

Soulless Wanderer

Scared to walk on the flagstones that your love would lay in my journey
My journey to freedom
My journey to diffidence  
My journey to destiny.
I returned back flake of your sole that was with me as a keepsake
AND started ambling legs on the promenade of my journey.

I didn't want to bail out from our story
I just wanted to elide your presence in my sole
You never brought any elegy to our imperishable bond but
It was me who rusted ours amicable relation and decided our segregation.

Walking away from your home and stepping on YOUR FOOTSTEPS
I felt your breath and relived every moment with you again but 
When I turned back I just saw a dilapilated house and a barren dusty road

NOW as I am roaming lugubriously I don't have you with me
Your absence has quenched my thirst for search of destiny 
And I have realized that my journey didn't began after leaving you but it ENDED.

Its not that I have forgotton you and my brain has erased photographic memories of you in my kaput life
I still remember you while sitting on the porch and watching the stars alone
I still remember you when I want someone to hold my hand and walk with me
AND I still remember the last meeting of our eyes.

Whenever these feeling start taking control of me I console my heart by saying

How could I have asked her to come when even I don't know where I am going.
I am just a Soulless Wanderer` 


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

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

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


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


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

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

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Sonnet | |

Lost in wraps of time

Lost in the wraps of time, I'm alone, walking
waiting for the bliss,to myself, I'm talking

words fade off ,as they come
uncertainties make me stun

To think about a better tomorrow
and leave behind all sorrow

but past haunts me again
hurting ,making me lame

With no ray of hope in vision 
lies my future in confusion

Aloof from the world I move on 
sticking to my love and hold on

For I believe I'm destined, to shine
though I'm lost in the wraps of time.


Details | I do not know? | |

Salty Pleasures

Your tears have nourished me,
I haven't tasted even a drop of water for a very long time,
I have been hydrated with salty pleasures...
The grateful tree


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

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


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

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


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

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


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

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

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | I do not know? | |

Self explanitory

Determite, eduatated, warning, self explanitory...
im a whole, which is 
my goal,
oh i make my own decisions
hope, encourgement, love, self esteem,
is one's wish
im like a blish,so  full of wonder.
im a whole, which no one know ,
cause they never take the time to see
whats really going on,
im determite, to be nobody else but me,
{"laugh"}
hopeful,full of dreams,
relaxing, and focusing on me.
i make my own decisions
 determite to stay free,
hope, encourgement, love,
all one's dream,
Passion, 
is  all one's thirst.

Kind, gental
loving,peaceful,
im all,
Passion, desire, 
is our human nature.

As a sit there waiting for a rush,
shhhh,like the wind,
ima whss away,
I'am not fire,
you see, im Simone, a person's desire.


Details | Free verse | |

Delicate Verses

Delicate Verses

Memories choke me; leaves me silent,
yet for loves sake and nothing less
than
to confess it... I open up my soul to
scribe you in metaphors that I can
taste, touch; but alas the tears fall
like bleeding rain staining these
empty pages before I can lay
down my heart. So when
the stars are weeping, I
plant dreams of you
and I as forget me
nots;
face pressed tight peering
through taffeta tattered
lattices, perchance to
catch a glimpse of
a love that once
bloomed.
~
I record the most fragile parts of us
in verses that flow, and form our
completion; soothing sonnets
uninhibited and unbound,
trickling from my pen held
hand. Mad words, sad
words, love words,
darkly risen words;
Poetry inspired
by a muse that
bears your
name;
Pleasure
and Pain.


Details | Lyric | |

BROTHER, GARBAGE SWEEPER

Brother, garbage sweeper,
Don’t sweep anyone’s hopes away
They’ve tossed into the streets... 
Tears, you know,
Cannot smudge
Our Avenues...
Folks on the whole
Keep their regrets
All bottled up...
No you can’t guess
How they feel
When they don’t go outside...
Those garbage pails
You’ve emptied out for years
And years and years, are mute
Witness to your feelings...
So why allow anyone
Who thinks only of his stomach
To bother you?
Brother, garbage sweeper,
please don’t misunderstand
My words...
I never intended
To humiliate you ....
What’s the difference
Between us?...
Brother, garbage sweeper,
Don’t sweep anyone’s hopes away
They’ve tossed into the streets... 
Tears, you know,
Cannot smear
Our Avenues...
 
© Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Paris, 10. 05.1999
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Richard Vallance , 2002


Details | Free verse | |

A whisper in the Darkness

I whisper into the darkness
Of how I used to be
And creatures of the night
Whisper back to me

They tell me of all their secrets
Of unspoken truths and lies
I listen to them praise their friends
And bash the enemies they despise

I listen and remember 
Of such a long time ago
Of when I had courage and strength
But those days are no more

It’s like the fire burning
Inside my soul
Like the hurricane
Blowing in my heart
It’s like a pounding, pounding, pounding
Pounding in my brain
And someone screams to me
“You will never be the same.”

I think of days gone by
And of how I used to be
I remember when I loved her 
And she was in love with me

If I truly learn to love again
I will turn and walk away
I can’t bear to think of the damage
I might cause if I stay

My hearts been known to hurt
Those I love the most
So I will disappear
Like a long forgotten ghost

It’s like fire that burns
Deep into my soul
A hurricane is blowing
In my heart
I feel the pounding, pounding
Pounding in my brain
I hear someone scream
“Don’t forget my name”

I fell in love with a dream
Of what could have been
All I have now is the memory
Of what should have been

All the days gone by
Have been tossed into the sea
Don’t ask me how I’ve been
Or how I’m gonna be

In the morning I open my eyes
And look upon another day
I forgot what happiness is
And of why I can’t stay

And the fire keeps a burning, 
Raging in my soul
The hurricane blows strongly in my heart
I feel the pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding,
Pounding in my brain
I scream to the winds,
“I won’t forget your name.”


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To Every Mother

This is for the women
Who showed us the way
Who made us a snack after school every day

The ladies that love us
Through worst and the best
The ones strong and lovely with whom we've been blessed

The women that smiled
When we brought dandelions home
That pointed a direction, but let us roam

The females with callused hands
Hardworking and gentle
Minds always open, never judgmental

The women who held us
Dear to their hearts
Who would never let anything tear us apart

The ladies that kissed us
When our knees started to bleed
Showing us family is all that we need

This is for the mother's, the mommy's, ma's, madre's and mum's
The ones that have shaped us into what we've become




Details | Elegy | |

When words mean nothing

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

There are moments
In human existence

When
Any resistance
against baleful fate
is futile.

When
One is left
with his thoughts
Forsaken 
by all gods

Astonished immensely
by the world vile
which first
gave him birth
and now
devours him
with mirth

Agonizes he
in every spot
on the Earth

Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn

How to console such a man
When all words would burn?

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wolf

A lone wolf,
Standing just in front of me,
Just out of reach,
Always so far out of reach.

This one lone wolf,
This one beautiful creature,
He alone is my freedom,
I love him.

With every fiber of my being,
I love him.
If he were to only step toward me, 
I would know that he feels the same.

But as I stand here,
The realization,
The truth,
It shatters what little of my heart was left.

He turns to go.
I stand there,
Watching him turn his back on me,
One final time.

My love, 
My life,
My Warrior.
My protector.

My wolf.
He still walks away,
Vanishing before my eyes,
Forever leaving me alone.

I stare after him,
Even after he is long gone.
I drop to my knees,
Feeling dead and alone inside.

Forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

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

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

Without you


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

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

“I love you”, you murmured.

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

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

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

They still do.


Details | Free verse | |

Clothing My Soul- Unveiled Lullaby



My spirit becomes one with my words
Standing without shame - dancing together with my soul
Even though my heart…
Walks upon soil that bathes my feet with tears
Searching for leaves to dry and clothe my soul
With her silken wraps of greene' 


I kneel my heart upon Earth’s carpet
Undressing my soul upon her soft emerald blades of grass
As the silence of echoing thunder 
Lays her solemn song upon deafened ears
Ears that no longer hear my voice of tears


The fabric of my heart - silenced now by unheard cries
As my intricate illusions fumble with un-promised conclusions
Pulling off fragile petals of flowers that were not bequeathed
Spinning cobwebs in my broken heart
A heart - so carelessly forgotten
You...
My unveiled lullaby of sorrow


Details | Lyric | |

The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


Details | Free verse | |

where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


Details | Quatern | |

Inspired by Heartbreak


Waking unbridled offering,
eyes open to nostalgic thoughts.
Lady Day* sings "Some Other Spring" -
by midday light, he's overwrought.

Hands brush the dust from typewriter
waking unbridled offering.
No tryst of words or deeds slight her.
He pecks the keys in smokey rings.

Those days long gone, one gold earring
reminds of when love did persist.
Waking unbridled offering -
a ticket taunts of red eye missed.

Faded lipstick on cigarettes,
a full ashtray still inspiring -
He types again to not forget,
waking unbridled offering.


*Billie Holiday's nickname
For Craig's Chopped III contest, 11/21/14


Details | Free verse | |

about the ashes

Mnemosyne's colour wheel glitches through August,
on that candid orange the dogs howled into
during our autumn countdown.
When we still had a countdown.
When we still had August. 

I remember the moonlight traveling westward 
and seeing your face lined with silver.
I remember Artemis taking an emergency exit and landing,
landing in the closest pool of warmth. You, you, you.
And I remember dreaming. I remember testing 
what the world was like outside of you.

The singed leaves remind me how to breathe
on this street, the same way you used to.
I am learning about the ashes.
Sometimes we must burn the atlas
before charting ourselves from scratch.
Sometimes love must die, first.

In heaven's attic, even angels lose their meaning.
Returning only, when someone remembers:
the attic is still a part of home.
When touching means dust on your fingers.
When suddenly, you are intruding.


Details | Lyric | |

Somewhere Past your Focus

Speckled black 
Against a shiny redness;
Once cleaved to old and tattered,
Inspiring me to cleave it to -
A new found insignificance.

An extension of what really matters
Hidden somewhere past your focus;
Underneath the wood and glue,
Such a little thing as this -
A faint memory of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just a Dream

When yesterday seemed but a dream
A figment of thoughts wished to be seen
A life that which could never be
A moment of truth to never set free
Held in the place of etheral light
To never be witnessed in true sight
Only to live in an old memory
For dreams are not real
No matter how much you wish they could be...


Details | Free verse | |

Paramour

His brown eyes
She still feels them looking at her
His smile
She still see them smiling at her

She still remember their first time together
She still recall his touch
and she fell in love

The world was perfect
the colors were alive and vibrant
She was in love

He was a beautiful stranger
A stranger that caught her untamed heart
She was so in love

She remember how he cared about her
She remember the sound of his heartbeat
or was it just a make believe?

She thought he was her hero
didn't he try to rescue her?
and she gladly ran to him.

She thought his arms are her castle
as her head rest on his chest
there is no sky she couldn't fly

but she never knew..
She wish she had
the shadow of someone she thought he'll never be..

She thought he was her Knight..
but she didn't see..
the same knight whose sword is meant to bring death to her heart..

to him, she was nothing but a Paramour..


Details | Rhyme | |

Imagine a deflating balloon...

with me holding 
     a three hundred mile long string
yr humbly smiling, dopey baffoon...
 
I miss you, dear Kinshala
     and ache to hear yr sweet voice
just to spend an afternoon with you
     over lottery winning would be my choice,
 
for You are what I want
    above all of that Stuff...
cause Everything will just fall into place
     once we are together - Nothing will be too rough...
 
so I ache and burn, and pain, and pine
away hours and days and breath what is mine
 
I shivver, I'm a forgivver = I appreciate Air
mostly for knowing that Kinshala is There
 
don't make me explain
for I can't = it's too plain
 
as the smile my face has inherited,
 
when thoughts of You come
I just grin like I'm dumb
 
and act like I'm liquidly spirited....
 
So my Kinshala Blue
  I will keep asking you
to help me be patient at best,
with heart in a cast
these memories will last
 
till the final question is put to the test....
    


Details | I do not know? | |

YOUR DAY

The day is coming back to you,
Which you believed that it’s true

The day that cannot be denied
Bringing luck for you

Wishing that you will be okay
Your safety most probably

The day that brings maturity
Keeping you out of puberty
A child within is now a lady

Your life must go on
Finding right direction
To shift of doing wrong
For you to be strong for so long

The moment you’ve shared are treasured
Only God knows its loads
Of which are untold till you grow old
And till the end of this world
That makes you proud of

The day will be coming again
When your life still existing
Whatever happen just be prepared


Details | Nonet | |

thread

50N sulfuric acid
If sprayed  on any fabric
Instantly turns it to rags
Just like some absences
Which sweep as a storm
N'tatter our souls
Bruise our hearts
Up to 
shreds.


Details | Imagism | |

My Dreams

I dream of sun , I dream of star .

I dream to go beyond too far .

I dream to run , I dream to fly .

I dream to rise above  the sky.

I dream to love , I dream to smile .

I dream to catch happiness for a while.

I dream of fun , I dream to dance.

I dream to renew world at a glance .

I dream of a birth , I dream of  a life .

I dream of a love that needs me to survive........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

In The Autumn of My Years

Memories linger melancholy as I approach the bridge to the Gardens de Sol. A picture forms in my weary mind; Just a mere shadowed mirage, like an old faded photograph in a heart shaped locket kept near my soul centre for days, weeks and decades…. while fall winds crooning blue zephyrs frigid, incantations upon the once verdant meadows where the fawns grazed and wild horses pranced so breezy carefree on fine spring days.... I whirled and twirled , a carefree dance on patches of clover and dandelions in the spring of my youth Reveling joie de vivre of sun Sol warming skin and soul pink I remember our long, meandering walks in a picture perfect rose garden scented with redolent pines and aromatic wild flowers we conversed for hours, my hand in yours thrilling at your every word infatuated by a fervent touch You, idly picking petals off a rose; the deep timbre of your delicious laugh resounding joy to my acquiescent ears as I cavorted playfully in the garden’s fountain until lengthening shadows quilted the path with reluctant to leave, sun beams of a late summer afternoon And afterwards, in twilight violet sky; intimate moments by a blazing fire, silent music of our hearts thrumming a lovers sonata while you kissed me; gold specked brown orbs, so pleasurable and beguiling, warming my soul full of tomorrows promise and forgotten yesterdays Now, as I picture this quixotic drama rehearsed again and again one solitary tear slowly trails down and comes to rest on lines that were not there yesterday….. Dead cornflake leaves crunch under my feet as I walk the very same bridged pathway to the garden alone my only audience a solitary prickly cactus in the autumn of my years.......


Details | Couplet | |

Santa Laughs in July

A Christmas kiss for that Miss Surely her lips he could not miss Heartwarming and enticing That beau was truly in-loving A kiss since so long due Filled with artful cue A Christmas kiss in July The magic in this month did fly A time when laughter was on those lips Except for her and him who strayed from those trips Surrounded by doom and gloom A kiss which made each other bloom Love, wonderful state of bliss Lacking in it caused them to be amiss Repaired by a Christmas kiss in July Santa could only laugh from the sky


Details | Quatrain | |

Okay Then, Alright Then, Toodle-Loo, Bye-Bye



“Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!” Sure love to hear that again My first wife would end each phone conversation With this familiar old refrain Once uttering these words of sheer finality It was over, finis, a done deal Even though their words are heard trailing off Time's up, no chance to repeal Was definitely over when this sweet lady quoted These charming memorable words Am I dreaming or did I actually just hear them again Can't be true, that's totally absurd! “Okay then, alright then, toodle-loo, bye-bye!” Sure love to hear that again Life has moved on but love to hear them once more That familiar sweet old refrain © Jack Ellison 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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You Are My Matchless Mate

“You’re my matchless mate”

Kiss me as you never before
Do it much better
That I must ask you for more

But one thing you keep it in your mind
I can never let myself for nasty
So, never plan to go on for dirty

I know, you have devoted yourself to me
But it doesn’t mean
You begin to feel free

You know well who am I
If I’m your heart voice
Then you’re also my elite choice

Though the sun blaze very hot
But when you came in front of it
It cools down on the spot

Whenever I say you’re my flower
You replied, “You’re its scent”.
From others, this thing makes you different

No doubt you’re my matchless mate
In any way and only with you
I have decided to make my fate.
 Ovis )
“ In this font format : “ Distant Galaxy “


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Love

And so we stand here naked and vulnerable,
Age revealing its twisted truth;
A new breed of dismal innocence,
To the flower of my teasing youth.

Am I but a broken vessel?
My fruit long ripened, far from the tree.
A blaze of glory now long subdued,
A whisper of a memory.

Awkward and exposed in our bed,
I endure your fumbling, guilty touch.
Confessing to my aching flesh,
Too little feeling… or too much?

What else to do, but again recite
That old, weak and dusty cliché.
An involuntary reflex it spills from my lips,
For lack of anything else to say.

I know it cannot go on forever,
Merely three words to stifle the pain.
But you are all I have left my darling,
So lets live the lie once again.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Do you like my raven eyes

As I walked down the street 
this morning 
I tried to be polite and inconspicuous 
You stare into my eyes; 
My brown eyes speak louder than my 
Husky voice ever will 

What are you looking for? 
Do you liked what you see 
Pain, shame or a sense of connection 
Love, nowhere to be found 
It ruthless, it vanishes, it disappoint 
By now us all know the stories 
Of lost-love, 

It begin with a smile 
A kiss, a warm embrace, 
Then tear and fears 
Do you love the raven in my eyes 
Sorry stranger! 
I paid my tithes, 

However, 

I lost my loves 
Caw, caw, caw! 
Do you love the raven in my eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Treasure

You are the mold that keeps me together
becoming the passion of my life
even in the worst of any weather
Time stopping when held in your arms
Only comfort  rests in your presence
I cower in that luminescent smile
Always by your side
This time now and forever
For your heart is the only one I can treasure


Details | Elegy | |

Time, Love, and Loss

He loves her. 
His love for her never ends. 
“Love is patient, love is kind.” 
The good book says. 
Time..
It is your best friend if you think about it. 
It is also your worst enemy; 
It shows no mercy nor welcomes your white flag. 
The sinister disguise of Death and his pale green horse,
Hung in offices, homes, and churches. 
12:08 pm.. 
Tears paint his face and the rain befriends him. 
12:35 pm.. 
Hugs, kisses, and condolences: 
“Love never dies.” 
“Love lasts for eternity.” 
“She will always live in you.” 
I don’t respond; 
I lack the strength. 
I have crafted up a bronze statue in my heart. 
Forever will my love be for her. 
Forever will I be her keepsake.  
The consequence of love is not a tragedy as I once believed. 
The tragedy is not understanding what love is. 
The tragedy is not being loved. 
My heart is now the way it should be.


Details | Rhyme | |

nocturnal reminiscence of midnight pearls

By: Sashi.Prabhu (ZEAUOXIS)
15th June (spice jet flight Mumbai to goa.)

For a soothing breathe we gasped heavily between us,
Emotion soaked waters on to the sandy shores they began to gush.

Embracing our lusting bodies in a romantic fling,
From our joyous mind a melody bean to spring.

The sounds of luring descant of the waves erupting on the shores,
Sea shells press against my bare back as the pain my body ignores.

As your bare body lay upon a wanting me and kissed me passionately that night,
I could see before my closed eyes the moon shining and smiling all decked up bright.

Our bodies gyrating in fond togetherness and the feeling ecstatic all entwined,
I knew then I could truly call you mine

Our bodies rubbed and moulded themselves in the wet sand,
Let loose, both, unbridled feelings raging furiously out of hand.

As dawn set in we could not purge, desist or quell,
Our desire to grind together as mid night pearls in a shell.

Our love we soaked our selves within its depths,
have within my thought's reach, those moments fondly kept………..


Details | Rhyme | |

My Pilot Dove

My Pilot Dove

Where is my Pilot Dove?
He went to his hanger;
I can not find him
this brings me anger
He flew away; took our love?
not here with me; He flies above.



McCuen Copyright October 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

Song of the Lost Heart

Spring’s kiss
So sweet and chaste 
Summer’s touch
It makes my heart race
Reminding me,
Of your warm embrace

As I look out to sea
A gentle breeze brushes across my face
Like the soft touch of your fingertips on my skin

With Autumn’s death
Come Winter’s chills
Shivering,
When will I be in your arms again

Seasons come and go,
When will you return
And ease my pain
I now fear that my wait 
Has all been in vain

Oh, why have you gone,
Gone so far away
When would you ever come
Come back to me


Details | I do not know? | |

Scoldin myself, hating myself

Scolding myself, hating myself,
I have to go on. What else is left?
Did you love me? I don`t know.
I said “farewell” and you let me go.
If you just played, then it`s all right.
I went away and it was my right.
I fell in love. It was my fault.
But if you loved me, why did you stop?


Details | Free verse | |

It's Over

                                                                 ***~~***


   I close my eyes- 
Remembering your touch
   Breathing in
Your rain dampened leather…
   Your after shave and wintergreen
All those warm, familiar smells of you

   Smiling…
In the middle of kissing 
   Now…
Every night I cry myself to sleep
   Thinking…
Why is this happening to me…
   To us ?

Being apart doesn’t make me love you less
   It makes me love you even more

Stars quietly falling in the evening sky 
   Reminding me…
It’s over- it's over

   IT'S   REALLY  OVER

 
 
                                                          ***~~***


Details | Free verse | |

Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


Details | Lyric | |

Lamentation

Another song from the set made in middle school
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My life craves the soul And I’m all alone You stay—then off you go And I can’t hold on You will never know me For what I am [oh no] Can we forget? Can this just end? If we don’t believe How can we mend? Your face haunts my memory And I can’t move on Cuz here without you I feel…so numb Left out in the cold For you will never love me Was I too much [to mend]? But how can you see? How can you know [what I meant to you]? Could this be the end of the road Left to sleep alone? -Ooooooooh- Can we forget? Can this just end? If we don’t believe— Can I forget? Will my life end? If you don’t exist Why do I pretend?


Details | Free verse | |

To Show, To Share

I write you down to myself,
Little notes, things you say,
And keep them to myself
Because we don't want to be found out,
I want to keep you safe in me.
There is so much we will be
When the distance between us
Is measured with fingers, not miles.
There's so much to show you,
So much to share with you,
I see nothing without wishing
You were seeing it too.
One day is what I wait for.
Follow you, follow me:
This is all I know.
Then let them dare to say
That we don't know love.


Details | Free verse | |

The Guardian of the Morning Light

The Guardian of the Morning Light,
Creeps out of his little space warm and soft.
No one will waste that precious morning light.
Our little fur ball will see to that.
Oh ye of little sleep… 
Give up the covers or ye will weep.
The door becomes his drums, 
To announce the morning rays of the sun.
He wakes the dogs up to whine and pace, 
Eventually they will lick our face.
The window curtains will begin to part till they…
Shower our faces and eyes with light… not soft.
Then the bed begins to shake…
As everyone begins the climb to our face.
But the secret weapons are about to come in.
The kitty has awoken the little children.
Cold feet assail us as they climb in place.
The dreams of a cuddle are now replaced…
But tomorrow will be another day
If I could only find a place to keep him at bay.
ZZZ’s are the treasure of days gone by…
But the future is richer with all these guys.

Now, if only, the Guardian of Light will be polite
And give us one more minute of sleepy respite…


Details | Lyric | |

Like

Warmth
In my skin
Fresh faced
Embracing sin

Gather
Retract
Sun bathed golden grains
Richer
Infract
Life everlastingly changed

Darkness 
Ahead
Impending disaster
Silently said

Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again 
Too late

Ivory
Showing
Please
Start slowing
These savory moments within

Gaps 
Inside
Helplessly flowing
In this tide
Traps my hands in emptiness
From the sun filled sky

Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again 
Too late


Details | Blank verse | |

Smile For A While

Allow me to fondly smile for a while.
Often the sun entices me
To hold on tight to 
What I want life to be.

Allow me to sadly smile for a while.
Often the sky reminds me
To hold on tight to
The memories we made.

Allow me to contently smile for a while.
Often this town tells me
To hold on tight to
What I hope the future may be.

Allow me to happily smile for a while.
Often this scenery reminds me
To hold on tight to
The humor we shared.


Details | Lyric | |

Ballad of a Young Man

Jonathan Moore had a cocktail queen
She lit up the skylight, move over Charlene!
Crack-jack milly-dilly four and a teen
Ain't come round here, she's in Johnny Moore's dream

Coastal giant wave-rider, top of the scene
Never quite made it up to see Magdalene
Jiffy-miff hacky-tack four and a teen
Thousand words a picture, on top o' James Dean

California jelly-bean, man overseas
Peasantry drinkin' up moonlight 'n' tea
Fenny-benny piggle-wiggle four and a teen
Coffee growers naggin' 'bout Jack and the Bean

Kissing tigers wanderin' through coal mine reeds
Took his twenty dollars, 'twas more than they'd seen
Cally-cat whistle-whine turn a new leaf
Never known a joker didn't have him a thief


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Villanelle | |

Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone


Details | Rhyme | |

Diary

Write a poem with words from the heart

Jot down a sweet memory so you may never part

Remembering the days gone by

Sweet smiles and tears you've cried

Forever cemented to live on these pages

Sentances meant to defy the ages

Return to them when you need a smile to replace a frown

Or just to remember the path you've gone down

Echos of happiness, pleasure, pain and guilt

Words woven together just like a quilt

Feel the warmth as you wrap them around

Soft protection from the cold hard ground

Memories of moments you just cant forget 

Keep writing your words and never quit!


Details | Rhyme | |

Somewhere Past Surreal

"Our song" obsesses, somewhere past surreal As a wayward shadow's breeze breaks free And light enters thoughts, overtakes “without you daze” Where, everywhere your essence spills Drops of breaths upon my skin as pianos begin to play I feel the air of specter’s dance The ballad's passion luring ghosts from long ago With bitter sweet melodies of elixir's tears The drops of, "where did our forevers go?" And lyrics start to drag me down love’s forgotten roads A smokey, sultry voice accentuates simple yesteryears Before, left unsaid words, that made you go away I fight not to see the sunrise reflecting morning eyes Your endless smiles, walk again beside And mend this fragile heart, if only for today Somewhere past surreal shudders with... Awakenings by the apparition's shattering kiss Sending the tides of song receding into a now silent mist Where the yearning unrestrained, strives to linger on... within the obsessing reminisce


Details | Free verse | |

Remembered Love

Ashes waft over the meadow 
a jet stream of sorrow, 
beckoning the widow to the 
edge, down to the river. 

Contented epoch, at the 
creek where the wolves run, 
he lived and laughed. 

We watched the bright blue 
stars foxtrot across the milky 
way, a midnight indigo quilt 
shivering with light. 
 
Mountain men whose 
toughened hands cradle their 
violin and mouth harp. Music 
soared amidst craggy 
chiseled countenance. 

We listened to the chaste 
screech of a hawk, the forlorn 
cry of a mountain cat, 
soft snuffling of a bear, 
watery splash of a fish. 

You and I waltzed in the 
meadow; no music needed 
other than the love song that 
pulsed in our hearts. 

Can I have this dance for 
the rest of my life? 
Together it seemed so… 

right, 
wrong, 
simple, 
eternal, 
joyful, 
lonely, 
sad… 

...happily ever after? 

No.

Time enough for us to love, 
laugh, share, be silly, fight, 
forgive, and cry? 
To seethe and despair? 

Yes.

Trisha Sugarek from
Butterflies and Bullets 


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Clouds Big And Small

Summer Clouds Big And Small


Summer clouds both big and small
castles in the air I recall
Sweetness in loves dearly missed
Gentleness in lovers softly kissed

So many loves sent to be embraced
too many due to be sadly erased
Yet music brought romance again
gentleness of my lover and friend

Life sent such good times to behold
gifts, riches and such romantic gold
Treasured memories floating around
renewed by the music of era's sound

Castles in the air, loves everywhere
simply sailing forth without a care
Living a young life so romantically wild
flying forth as a lusting, angry child

Summer sent girls so, so very sweet 
love's great banquet set for me to eat
Sky filled with romance and sweet kisses
memories of girls and such sad misses

Good thrills dancing into infinite times
words of love set in memorable rhymes
Music of past glories so very sadly lost
sweet pains recast but at what great costs?

Robert Lindley 07-06-2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Once Upon a Time

It's raining I look at my window and wonder is it wrong to think so fondly of my youth,
Is it wrong to keep on looking so tenderly back to younger days to my ‘once upon a time,’
An old fool, a sentimentalist thinking so perseveringly, looking and lingering behind me,
I love the joy of my gentle pastime I would do it anyway despite whatever people may say.

I love the fragrances gone, these days, of flowers in the spring tide of my old past life,
Before the blooms were ruined by the dust of the hard turnpike road where life changed me,
I have many tender memories of years long gone, if they have been gilded, it’s my own gilt,
My memories are my memories, they are more precious to me even than the air I breathe today.

Remembering locking hands and pressing on the grass on which I started to learn to walk,
And my early school days where an eager mind soaked up knowledge and never discrimination,
Understanding words little ones at first and feeling good with a gold star in my workbook,
Making friends, learning while playing games on sweet green grass in a wonderful innocence.

So who cares if I fly high upon the wings of my memories souring over good days long gone,
Back to the earliest scenes of my innocent boyhood days when time was made of purest gold,
The pictures in my mind hang before me colorful moments carved into the hardest of stone,
So can you see why I must recall these days, if I turn my head they will be snatched away.  


Details | Romanticism | |

Mental Doppelganger

10-25-2012

He is my mental doppelgänger
His thoughts are one with mine
I can feel the words leave from his lips
Because I see them in my mind

All that talk of mixed emotions
Did not accompany my cries
Because I knew just what he needed
And what he needed was more time

More time to heal both broken hearts
So we could leave all baggage behind
But we both were falling far too fast
Crippling fear forced us to rewind

So I stand here staring at a stranger
Who once gazed into my eyes
And told me “You are my mental doppelgänger.
Your thoughts are one with mine.”


Details | Free verse | |

Hmmmm....

So interesting...
I look at my memory sheet 
I sigh
Those words are so.....late
Why did you wait?
What were you thinking....seriously?!
The setting was awkward but... :-)
will definitely be memorable.
I look at my memory sheet...
you struggle for words to describe 
a connection
i hide
painfully i watch you
my moments are few
I look at my memory sheet
hoping that one more line could be added
until there's reason to pull it out again.


Details | Free verse | |

Silence

Silence
How deep is the silence? 
When it builds between 
Two souls that assume
They understand each other
But when altered ego takes
The Dive, the plunge never
Ends and the abyss spread
Its arms and engulfs relations
Lost in those thoughts, we 
Tend to Drift apart, with 
Hope of touching the End
To break the
Silence...


Details | Free verse | |

The Image Of Being In Need

The Image of Being In Need

My eyes are covered in gauze,
from dirt scratching 
both of my corneas.

My boyfriend leads me around
otherwise I'd find myself on my 
knees feeling the ground.

He takes care of me
and tends to my needs.

He accidently squirts 
ear wax cleaner
into my eyes instead 
of my prescribed 
eye drops.

Oh the pain,
I thought would 
drive me insane.
No apologies either!

He picks my clothes out
and helps me dress,
too close for my
comfort.

The humility found in 
depending on another
for survival was not high.

So glad I'm looking
for a new guy now,
the image of me
depending on him
for a lifetime
is not a good one.

For he left me
feeling more like
a burden then
a friend in need,
to me that
makes him 
a bad seed
for me.


Details | Sonnet | |

Shall I compare thee to a winters morn

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s morn?
Thou art more frigid and thou cometh too late.
Rough winds do shake the branches of the thorn,
And winter’s sun hath all too long to wait. 

Sometimes too bright the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed
By cloud and wind and snow amidst the pines,
Or chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. 

But thy eternal chill shall never fade
Nor lose possession of that icy grace;
Thou’rt dead at heart, but death has been delayed
But memories shall never yet erase

So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives love, but now I say good-bye.


Details | Narrative | |

My Scars

We were both 16, we shared many firsts with each other. First girl I ever kissed, First person outside of family that I told "I love you" to and we took each others virginity. We were both young and foolish but to this day I still say I honestly loved you. The day you told me you never cared for me the day when you told me it was all just a game was the day I cut my first scar into my arm. I knew you longer then my own brother. We were best friends grew up together, we even got a house when we both left the "nest". Those were the best 3 years of my life we became brothers we became blood. The last day we ever talked is the saddest day in my life, even to this day I cry when I think about you walking away. The scar you gave me stands out from the rest, it's deeper and longer then the others. You were my star I gave you everything I had. I would of walked through the pits of hell just to see your smile. I thought you were the one, I thought we had a future and would be together forever. But one day I came home early to surprise you with this ring, yes I was going to ask you to marry me. When I walked into the house my heart was shattered and blown away by the wind. The image of the two of you is burned into my brain I did not say a word just dropped the ring on the floor and walked right back out the door. The pain of the knife cutting into my arm shocks me out of my thoughts. I watch the blood begin to drip onto the floor this makes 13. 13 scars on my arm


Details | Rhyme | |

I, Thee Love

Note: This poem is also in the point of view of a character dedicated to another character in a writing my friend Laura and I are doing
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While walking through the dark I saw a light
It was small a distant but lovely and bright
As I made my way through obstacles and sludge
It seemed to take forever and I feared the light would leave-but it never budged
For all my time alive I was never quite so surprised
As when I reached the end and the light was you
Everything now is for you, everything I do
To make you happy and make you smile
For you make my life worth while
I thought I'd be lost in darkness forever
But alas you came and showed me something better
I love you
I do
I love you with all my heart
I love you so, I don't know where to start
You saved me from grave uncertainty
Gave me meaning, belief and certainty
My dear beloved for you I lay down my life
And ask you fondly to become my wife
To spend the rest of time with you
Is all I want to do
Sweetly dreaming peacefully of you in slumber
I can only merely say things from my heart
I cannot bring you gifts of light
Like you did me
But I can give you
My life
My love
My heart
Forever and always yours
I thee, cherish...
and love.


Details | Lyric | |

Roots of Time

My soul fears it not. It languishes with all I’ve had…
Existence  cares it not. You either lose it or add it
My body freezes not , around myself people passing by... 
I’ve had this empty  spot, easy to conquer, hard to apply..

So I dive inside my self to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?

Then I dive into my nature, and I see a man bringing  it to closure..
A path  he never walked.  He searched, and fought, 
And at the end, he became a hurt creature in a world of hallow…
He became filled with emotions and people he could never forgive…

So I dive  inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?

Then I quiet down, I pray, I cry. I force myself to stand up
God! Where can find strength  to stop the pain where  I weak mostly?
What have I done to my  dreamt dreams, which were so happily created, and now 
so ghostly lived?     

So I dive  inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?

Suddenly, I close my eyes. My hands tremble , my body stops…
I hear voices inside my head: 
“ its your time and  is now is too late, you journey is over,  this is your faith! Its your 
time and is now too late, your dream is over, there is no mate”

So I dive  inside myself to find amusement and selfishness.
Why do I hang on to this bitter moment, when love is all that I couldn’t have?
 

At the end I am Stumbled.  I am astonished by the feeling from within
All I have is emptiness.  I had it all  and never fought.. I saw it all, and never 
caught…
I simply stood away, and let it  pass by me…Amazingly and free. 
 I have chosen too much and have so little. I  am all alone. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When Alone

When skies are bluer than ever before
and clouds disappear from sight
I am alive
When thunderstorms flash white
and the rains come
I am alone
When daffodils burst forth from the snow
and crocus peep through
I am alive
When winter cold and trees barren
and leaves lie on frozen floor
I am alone
I want to face life's storms
with friends who hold my hand
and family who clearly states,
"You are not alone"
Then, I will live.


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

This is a story poem. I call, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

ILL start this little story by asking a question,what is love?
They say there is all kinds of love.
This story is about a new kind of love.
I had two  loves my girlfriend and I was in love with my car.
Now you might say that is strange to be in love with a car.
It is not me that is strange being in love with a car.
What is strange,is the strange behavior of the car.
Now I got you confuse, or you think IM just plain crazy.

Well my story really begins when my grandfather gave me 1955 OLDSMOBILE.
I was so proud of the car,I even gave her a name.I called her BETSY.
She was two tone yellow and black,she was a beauty.
I wash and waxs BETSY everyday.
I even carved a heart on BETSY dashboard.
I wrote in the heart,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

About the time I had BETSY,I met my future wife BARBARA.
She also was a beauty.
This is where my little story starts to get strange.
TRUE BUT STRANGE.
 BETSY seem to take on a life of her very own
When I was alone with betsy,she run like a jewel.
When BARBARA was riding in BETSY.
BETSY would run like a mule.

One night I had four flat tires.
Another night BETSY loss all her power.
I thought the cable on BETSY battery came loose.
NOTHING WAS LOOSE.
Whenever I played the radio it came in nice and clear.
Whenever BARBARA played the radio nothing came on but static.

The strangest part of the story when BARB and I was on a pinic.
We were sitting under a willow tree.
I carved a heart on the bark of the willow tree.
Inside the heart I wrote,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
Just I like I  in the heart I carved on BETSY dashboard,
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

BETSY was parked on an enbankment.
We were sitting under the willow tree below the enbankment.
Some how BETSY hand break came loose
 and BETSY started to roll down the enbankment.

BETSY crashed into the willow tree and scapeof the heart on the bark of the tree
where I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
BETSY burst into flames and was gutted out.
All except where I carved the heart on BETSY dashboard,
that I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY.

BARBARA and I got married,
but as for BETSY,I never had a car quite like her again.
I dont know if you believe my story or think IM strange.
But do you want to know what is really strange,
LOVE IS STRANGE


Details | Quatrain | |

Amazing How Much a Mother Gives

Danger gripped that day so long ago.
Sunshine and a picnic should be fun!
One mom and five children, friends, you know.
Hysterically shouting, mom screamed, “Run!”

There they were, skipping rocks on the lake.
Two boys, one was ten and one seven.
Both carefully watching for a snake,
Sisters nearby played, each soft spoken.

Boys had fun counting skips.  One.  Two.  Three.
Mom by the grill, busily cooking,
Watched; two girls laughed and giggled by a tree.
The toddler hugged her mom, clinging.

The boys, soon, tossed some stones at a log.
Competition: who could hit it most?
One after another in the bog,
Counting their hits, they both were engrossed.

All of a sudden, the log rose up.
“Come get the baby; go climb a tree!”
Life or death seemed to be a tossup.
Terror stuck; like mom screamed, we did flee!

Boys in a tree, girls on a table,
Mom and the gator stared eye to eye.
He moved forward, each step gradual.
She stood her ground; I feared she might die.

Not one step back, she stood there and dared.
Would he attack?  We all watched Mom’s back. 
He wanted to…Mom won as she glared.
He slithered back, Mom’s courage, no lack!

The picnic was over; we packed up.
Mom loved her babies; she saved our lives.
Needless to say, it was a shakeup.
Amazing how much a mother gives.

© October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Oops...too late for the "Stand Out Day Contest"


Details | Free verse | |

When Looking in to the Eyes of an Angel

What beauty in this angel's eyes?
A single glance is all it takes
To capture the heart and soul of a thousand men,
And mine have been ensnared a thousand times or more.
One look, I fell,
And still I fall.
Endless and infinite depth,
These are no mortal eyes.
So dark, so deep,
Yet illuminated from no earthly place.
There are no words that can be used
By this poor mortal fool,
To express the beauty and the sense
That is conveyed by just one glance
In to an angel's soul.
She claims there is evil within these darkest orbs,
But I say, no, my love,
In truth I'm sure there is no room for evil to reside.
For each night, I saw God in your eyes.


Details | Tanka | |

Soft Peony Clouds

soft peony clouds
ensconced with wet petals
drops of liquid sun
pools in earthly hollows
reflect sky and earth as one



(June 19, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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


Details | Rhyme | |

ECHOES OF THE HEART

A teenager's wish couldn't be granted,
it was unfairly and abruptly silenced
by fate when that heart's fervent voice loved to sing;
what it sought was joyful days of a perennial spring!



The flight over a calm sea and a windy ocean was fearful and long... 
I felt extreme sadness exploding inside: departing from a lovely town  
with verdant trees and grassy hills illuminated by the nascent dawn;
did I feel any joy entering a city with skyscrapers chocked by smog?
  


In any yearning heart, memory cuts down the distance set by miles
when Motherland reminds it of its stars creating a twinkling spectacle...
that's when echoing words evoke something too vivid and incredible;
and assuming I never grew up, I run and catch those pretty fireflies. 
     


Details | Free verse | |

Forgive, please forget

I lie here looking at the ceiling,
Then I look to your word,
It didn't have much meaning, 
Trusting you is almost absurd
You left me broken promises
I know I'm better off
No more kisses
I need to write you off
I'm a creature of habit
I  know I'm not that tough
I have no heart to be compassionate
You stole it, left it in the rough
I'm Forgetting how your voice sounds
It truly makes me sad
yet still want you around
I still know what we had 
Why'd did you ever leave? 
Why couldn't we have been enough for you?
Now you wallow in sorrow and tell me how you grieve
love isn't for the weak I give the devil his due 
Now you suffer twisting, contorted pain
the worst mistake of your life
takes me back to lovers lane
You really messed up and I'm to alleviate you of your strife?
You think you deserve it?
….
…..
…...
…....
…..I do.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

NOLSTALGIC PIE

For so long but how long
If saw my pie then will sigh
For so long and now I long
With nostalgia I remember

Since my pie went with school
Without my pie my heart will die
And now my eye full like pool
With nostalgia I remember

In my heart is where it hurts
Full of song but how long
Now I sob for all the wrong
With nostalgia I remember

My days are gone and now for long
Within my hut my dreams are shut
Oh! my dove I miss your love
With nostalgia I remember 

I cant hep cry though I try
I she alone or is she all gone?
Lets not dry come lets try
With nostalgia I remember




Details | Verse | |

True Colors

This is to you
The girl with the head up high
Always so cheerful and full pride
Knowing that alone at night you cry
Always looking down on people
Thinking that you are too good
In reality its you,
Who wants to be understood
Hiding emotions so no one sees
How true colors come out to be
You may be beautiful through the outside
But could be rotting through the inside
Its best if you let that life go
Before your interior shows
And then no one will like to be next to you
Because everything they said about you was true.


Details | Verse | |

Empty Nest

Jo Davis


No messy bathroom greets my sight,
unnmade bed, nor lit night light
Sandals and trainers all packed away
A pick up by Oxfam, planned today 
Boisterous noise has been replaced
Deafening silence now fills this place
The six o’clock alarm has come to a stop
with no school run to hurriedly drop
All grown up, and far away
Just memories left of yesterday.


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections of Love

I need to heal and fast,
I can feel the time running out, all too soon.
But can't push myself out of the agony,
The threads of pain pull me back like a puppet.
 
I seem wrong to be grieving now, odd one!
Everybody else is no longer black,
Me, haven’t seen the sunlight for long;
The mansion, its corridors, the rooms  now my world.
 
The wound in my heart is still too fresh,
It forbids me from a sunset on the beach,
It forbids me from running or skipping,
It forbids me from laughter and joy...
 
In denial: they say but it's not all true, I accept
I know he is dead, He is no more
But do I dump him in my past and move on?
The thought makes me hate myself!
 
He would want you to smile again, live further..
Strangers tell me his likes and wants, the know-it-alls.
I look straight ahead and avoid their prying eyes
It’s a losing battle, I know but let me lose in grace...
 
Visitors keep pouring in, with flowers and tears.
He was a man loved by many, the crowd proves it,
Everybody seems shocked and pale but not as lost as me
I glide along the windows, reliving the shadow of memories...
 
The moments were many, uncountable even,
It crushes my soul to think, they are all I have,
I see his fingerprints on the window panes,
I search for mine too, just beside him they lay...
 
The garden is being watered, but by a strange hand
The plants understand the master is now below them, 
He will never enjoy their colors or drive away moths
His ashes and scent scattered around the mango tree..
 
I smile at the garden then burst out laughing,
Before I know, warm tears run down my nose
But there still lingers a smile, wet with glistening tears
I am happy he lived, he lived full and more...


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | Didactic | |

A Secretarial Promise

The whistling wire held the scene, 
headlong in wisdom and ulterior motives, 
glistening midst the mid morning dew. 
A pariah was needed, a messianic fraud, 
a masochistic minister 
draped solemnly in monastic garbs, 
eloquent in verse and fluent in scripture. 
The candidates were few in number, 
but fastidious in hope, 
eagerly chaining themselves to the 
Byzantine pillars of top down tenacity, 
passively quoting the quintessential paradigms, 
a multitude of woe. 

The secretarial promise was soon fulfilled, 
placidly preserved. 
The malamide drenched doyens of crystalline faith 
drew blood from the stone, 
usurping the misogynistic hierarchy 
of erstwhile fatherhood, 
trampled underfoot. 
“Leave time as it is… without redemption or hope.” 

The carnival of carnality 
led an abattoir in bloom, 
methodically maligning 
the mythic gesture of choral pragmatism, 
an existential orifice pervading ingrate lust. 
Adjacently exposed, the ballpoint corridors 
of evangelical awareness lay silently intact. 
Tracing the tactless tracts of 
faecal vocalism and liberalistic aesthetics, 
slithering amidst loquacious prose. 
Seething under the rhythmic theocracy of solicited denial, 
ironically implied. 
“Ink stains, smudged with disillusionment, 
partitioned the periphery of each and every lucid statement. 
Fleetingly reserved and intrinsically denounced. 
Drowning amongst the quill tipped cartilage 
of unanimous appraisal.”


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | Free verse | |

An Idea So Rich

Allowance
That is the true crime to my mind
Allowing entrance of this Idea
An Idea so intoxicating 
It Blinded Me
Clouded Judgement
Drove me through a Fog
That I should've never gone through
The Burning Light
It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog
The only thing that even enticed my interest
Was it Fantasy?
Most likely
Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design
A Design So Flawed
So Young
It would have been the End of myself
Had I continued after it

Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on
Was the best I did for my well being
Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard
Would have proven Fatal
In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..


Details | Dodoitsu | |

OUR YULE IMAGINATION

A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.


Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.


Ah! No longer we could spread 
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!  


And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!




Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written  by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12


Details | Prose Poetry | |

On the Sundays I Cried and Tasted His Kiss.

My eyes closed, he made me breathe, he stopped...

and I cried, I drowned myself in the taste of how it should be as he opened me, opened his
hand and showed me the way time escapes from us, and I would say...

yes...

in that moment, I would whisper myself across his hands and we'd watch yesterday scatter,
I'd study confusion and laugh.


I wanted to tell him that if I walked, I'd stumble, my head would turn backwards towards
him waiting to see him run...

but I'd never call, not once, not on a Saturday when the sun broke the sky and clouds
shattered, pieces of my heart breaking...

waiting...

for him to understand.


Nights followed me and daydreams appeared in his open mouth as I brushed my lips across
his shoulders and watched tomorrow come true, and I never wanted much, I never begged for
him, I fell to his side, I felt my life dissolve into him, I whispered secrets because
when he sleeps...

he never hears me...

he never knows I'm scared.



I wanted to agree, but blue never dropped down in straight lines and I was terrified my
tears would fall in patterns that resembled pain, I wanted to open my mouth and show him
who I was, but my voice sounds too pretty when I speak his name...

I wanted to tell him, but he slept...

he dreamed while my secrets kissed his skin and hushed the Saturdays I'd 

waited

for him to call

and the Sundays when my tears tasted a little bit like how it should be

when my lips

still

tasted him.





Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

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

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

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



Details | Lyric | |

Lovers Departed

Lovers departed
Like two souls unwanted
Sent to Hell in a hand basket
To make it out on your own
Futures are uncertain
Hope can be lost
Place faith in the fact that
What could have been, never was

Hearts and minds tend to fight
An epic tug-of-war
All you ever wanted 
blew out the front door
And now all we do is search
For Mister and Miss Right
But did we just maroon them, each other, on shore?

Long words abandoned
For those softer on tongues
One plans the future,
The other plans today’s fun
Why can’t they both
Simply cross the other’s path
It’s for not lack of trying
Until turning one’s back

Memories have faded
Yet others return
Was it a fair exchange 
to receive the good for the spurned?
The wrong days will cut you
With fears and regrets
Sometimes we hold onto
What no one thinks is best

In the foggy uncertain
Only time can unfold
If happiness awaits 
Or you die old and alone


Details | Free verse | |

First Job

Your son's first job
and you fight the urge
to go wait late at night
in the parking lot,
so that he doesn't have 
to walk the few blocks home,
so dangerous for a young man,
but you must,
for making it home safely,
is also part of the first job,
and waiting up,
for the casual hello
is also part.


Details | Rhyme | |

HAS IRON TURNED CLAY

Whenever I reminisce 
About the love we used to share 
I wish you would materialize 
And liberate me from this fear. 

Regretfully I let you go
Not knowing your worth
But better I now know 
I've realised it's all my fault. 

I should have listened to no one
And let them lead me astray 
My happiness seems forever gone
Please come back I pray.

I can now clearly see 
Save you no one else 
Can ever endure me
Opened now are my eyes. 

Honey please come back 
Remember you used to say 
That our love will only slack 
When Iron turns clay.


Details | Free verse | |