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Details | Quatrain | |

Let Me Go

You have caged me for too long
I want you to just let me go,
I have to spread these feathered wings
I need to feel the wind's blow.

You know that I love you truly
I said that I would never leave,
I want to see the rain's dance
Not just sit here and perceive.

The scene never changes, day after day
I want to go where white roses bloom,
I have never seen an ocean's wave
And neither have you, I assume.

I need to see the autumn tree's change
I want to see the snowflake's glisten,
I am wishing on the stars as they fall
This is my dream, so please just listen.

I want to fly in the sky's blue
I need to feel the sun's burn,
When I have experienced these wonders
I promise that I will return.




Details | Sonnet | |

A whiter shade of blue

the magnificent autumn-sun bursts at its seams
the icy october-wind blows her soft-cold breeze
one of the most impressive and mesmerizing teams
stumbling over each other making me warm and freeze

fragrances of fresh grass mowed for the last time this year
the muted-green foliage whispers with leaves drying out
the hidden dark-red blackberries wither behind protective thorns of fear 
the last flight of geese flying over another scout

rare but visible some glorious leaves of gold
the cloudless sky colors the very rare whiter shade of blue
the bike trail I'am on  partly covered with wet leaf mold
the passing summer is now really saying adieu

while the wintery wind and summer-sun bicker for attention
I'm overwhelmed by this whiter shade of blue's  fourth dimension

©Elly Wouterse

Dutch composer&harp player Anne Vanschothorst wrote a piece for harp and recorded her version of "A whiter shade of blue" 

The link to hear HER "A whiter shade of blue" under "About this poem". 

Procol harum's "Whiter shade of pale"(I am that old- or young?) is on of the songs on my list of most played songs on my mp3-player.. when hearing this song on a sunny autumnal day I was inspired to add my color to the palet..........  I saw a new'kind of blue  and wrote  this poem.. 


Details | Shape | |

X Love, Hope, Eternity, Faith

 The four Squares


B
 E
  A
    U
      T
        Y

Slips     away   in    time

              We  are   all         one in harmony
              Universal       desire  and suffrage
              That   mankind  is the benefactor
              Of      the      universal goodness
              The masses  seek comfort in god
              The   universe   will bring   peace

                                                                Sa   voir
                                                                Baptizer
                                                                Heal  er
                                                                K     ing

                   Love
                   Evol
                   Velo
                   Ovle

                                  Draw        lines     of     wisdom
                                  Around  the  cross of    sacrifice
                                  The        vision     will     inspire
                                  You   shall  be circled  with  love
                                  When    you    calling   is   made
                                  You too shall see the 4th square



As you fade
                into the night


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

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

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

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

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

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

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | 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 | Iambic Pentameter | |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter


Details | Free verse | |

The Hue of Blue

The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of 
what we once shared that summer so long ago.

As the crisp air and rain touches my face 
all those memories tend to cascade.  .  . 
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.

© August 24, 2013 


Details | Free verse | |

Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Spring Monarch

young scintillating yellow
uplifting nectar inside
flourishing marsh marigold
reigning spring monarch

(c) Elly Wouterse


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

All the leaves turned brown

track way covered with brown shroud
frost evaporates dried leaves
wind scattered small particles 
seasons'  to and fro 

void so inevitable
cold winter rules all the way 
trained ear blessed to hear
muted spring whispers

© Elly Wouterse


Details | Haiku | |

haiku 1


as soft as her breath

large snowflakes upon

pink bunting









*my first attempt at a haiku without verbs

**Yes, it is subjective and does contain metaphor :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh Walker's Will and Lander's Way

Oh walker’s will and lander’s way…
Did not we grow in love’s dismay?
while wandering by the garden path
that led us to “the grapes of Wrath”
but also by the Lake of Tow ....and woe
still... on we wandered … did farther go
to where the wake of Willing’s way
slammed us like the tides…to our final days
against the side of Trivial’s Pass
no easy going, unto the last

So Now! Away my love!... turn now away!
The sky is dark... tis end of day

no more to walk hand and hand
no circle to be broken 
no promise in sands
of time...ticking time ...that has now stopped
the boom has struck... love's hammer dropped

Let us land …in this peaceful place
in this subjective joy… in an objective space

we journeyed long unto the bend
of bow and break...relent and lend
but even we must greet our circle's end


Details | Tanka | |

Fall

The blood of nature
seeps from branches as it falls
carried by wind’s laugh
in a journey through time’s bid
onto man-trodden concrete.

Thunder bellows rage
while clouds shroud themselves in tears
and lightning shreds night
carving glimpses of shadows
into dusk’s timeless glory.

Grey skies petrified
look over earthen colors
encompassing cold
winds of change in the seasons
as was done in years of old.


Details | Quatrain | |

Dawn

A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.











Details | Rhyme | |

Memories on Branches

Memories on Branches


Sitting in the warmth of sunlit joy
awakened from the sleep of never sky
subtly, with time, the urges rise
to leave the nest and somehow learn to fly.

Heat, loves demon in disguise,
shocks all nature’s senses into lust
cooling in the shade of lengthened day
the desire to fulfill an unknown trust.

Climax, in kaleidoscopic red,
faint hint of coolness in the bed,
winds that steal the words unsaid
cold tears of summer loves sole dread.

Sitting in the icy gale of one
no heat from fading, distant sun,
returned into the world of never sky
Reminiscent of the day we learned to fly.


John G. Lawless
3/10/2014


Details | Free verse | |

Flowers Bloom

The toppling hyacinth,
Excitedly bursting at every corner
To show the world its colour.

The soft chrysanthemum,
A rosy brush of autumn's breath,
So stoic in their blush.

The pale gardenia,
A soft unfolding in cautious masses,
The tokens of a lover.

The quiet lilac,
Without a care for frill or grace,
Growing where it may.

The meadow shifts.
There is such blissful sorrow
In watching flowers bloom


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter

Winter is a bear.
Her newest coat is polar white.
In sunlight she is blinding bright.
When she is hungry, she will growl.
Sometimes at night you hear her howl.

Winter bear plays.
She loves the snow and ice and cold.
Her roar is always loud and bold.
She moves so very, very slow.
Oh, when will that bear ever go?

Winter bear sleeps.
Her thickest blanket covers all.
Just like a cozy frozen shawl.
Her nap’s too long. It’s so not fair.
I want to shout out, “Wake up bear!”

Susan Burd ©2010

A metaphor I wrote after teaching elementary class-entered in "Whiteness" contest


Details | Dodoitsu | |

The holly leaf

the spring sun shines so clearly
on a simple holly leaf
bringing to life in bright green
Christmas' warm spirits 

©Elly Wouterse


Details | Rhyme | |

Rebirth

It is time.
I have been enwombed like a casted fist.
I am long overdue,
Inside the suicide when spring came through.

It is nearly winter now.
The people go in;
I leach out.

I am something nocturnal;
Phasic, the darkness of a new moon.
I was smothered inside my own cocoon;
A flower doomed to bloom too soon.

I woke up raw and markedly harsh;
Fall swallowed me up like a scarlet reservoir,
And I drowned 
To the sound
Of my house burning down.

Where are you now?

Now that I woke up outgrown and awkward,
Aborted from the happy child,
Who thought that life would be worthwhile,

And that winter is simply a season to come;

When I never know what I’ll become.


Details | Rhyme | |

Geese fly by

 It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by,;
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay

Drystone walls edging fields,

Apples gathered,holly berries

Flash so brightly

Look like flowers

Sun shines sideways,shadows long

Of trees appear.I dwell among

Woods of gentle beeches sing

Swaying with the sideward wind.

See their roots, all intertwined.

Feel their geometry in the mind.

Look up now into the sky,

See the V formation high.

Geese fly home at end of day.

My heart is moved by patterned dance

In this peace and great silence

My mind widens like the sky

And in this moment I would die,

So I would stay with this still vision

Of geese set out on autumn mission.

Snails in rain pools slither near

My feet upon the terrace here

And look,upon their whorled backs

All the sense of life is packed.

And yet so easily Life’s destroyed,

When blind foot steps into the void


Details | Rhyme | |

Arizona Spring

The honeysuckle nectar is gathered with a buzz Cactus flowers perform their sweet encore, just because Sandals tip toe in short skirts, so busy are the eyes Spilling ink are poets, minding minds of the wise Love is in the air breezing through limbs and leaves Newlyweds sniffing with mouths under dancing trees Spring has sprung and love is singing everywhere While country clocks crawl and standing still is Time Square


Details | Pantoum | |

Distant Pipes Lament - Part-1

Into a vortex chemically unbalanced,
Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch.
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced,
All darkness Inverted oh so much.

Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch,
Outside reality searching space.
All darkness Inverted oh so much,
I hear the call of ancient race.

Outside reality searching space,
Searching out for ancient rune.
I hear the call of ancient race,
Before a cold lonely winter moon.

Searching out for ancient rune,
Weeping starlight crystal light.
Before a cold lonely winter moon,
Cold desolation In the night.

Weeping starlight crystal light,
Always watching In silver shadows.
Cold desolation In the night,
As cold as old ancient barrows.

Always watching In silver shadows,
Rising spirit of the old mountain dew.
As cold as old ancient barrows, 
An ancient calling beckoning you.

Rising spirit of the old mountain dew,
Playing haunting tunes.
An ancient calling beckoning you,
Casting musical runes.

Playing haunting tunes,
Drunken on the old Celtic pipes.
Casting musical runes,
By ancient Arrachs' stripes.

Drunken on the old Celtic pipes,
Enchanting magic sings.
By ancient Arrachs' stripes,
The ancient Celts she brings.

Enchanting magic sings,
Happiness a virtue of Joy In heart.
The ancient Celts she brings,
The glory of ancient days ne'er part.

Happiness virtue of joy In heart,
Breathing In sighs deeply linger.
The glory of ancient days ne'er part,
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger.

Breathing In sighs deeply linger,
Staring off Into a horizon distant.
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger,
My timeless sorrow runs consistant.

Staring off Into a horizon distant,
Beautiful salted fresh air echoes.
My timeless sorrow runs consistant,
Now my grieving thought upon you flows.

Beautiful salted fresh air echoes,
Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories.
Now my grieving thought upon you flows,
As I receive waves' memory deliveries.

Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories,
Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon.
As I receive waves' memory deliveries,
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune.

Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon,
Your bright light touches one vision.
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune,
My heart weeps In Its derision.

Your bright light touches one vision,
Standing out most beautiful lady.
My heart weeps In Its derision,
As warm before me you stand In glory.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.


Details | Romanticism | |

Summer

 
The metaphor of
great love falls from 
a two-way kiss,
warming the coldness
of time, passing, unnoticed
by the aged rocks
lying, sacredly,
on naked island, where 
tares stoop
upon flowers, sharing 
un-scented hisses,
no one hears, but 
the sky, the birds,
the sea, the water
and every li’l thing on it,
certainly, feel the silent 
commotion of minds, giving 
death no space… 

to speak in its tongue.


Details | Free verse | |

Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me
Said you couldn’t rest
So I lay in this casket with you
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth
Delusional I may be
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion
Is something we’d pay to see
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be
You or me, whom shall we grieve
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed
There are pertinent things I need you to do
As we grow to be adults
We simply do what needs to be done
Across from the morgue
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun
Outside these walls of Berlin
Suited individuals call for her sins
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane
A metaphor of my life lived in feign
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath
Your or me, whom shall we grieve?
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter
On and on through the years she brought her
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars
Precious jewels of mars
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars
For I will not be forgotten!!!