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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Ancient Warrior

I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. 

Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky
I see the wings of eagles flying by
Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare
Her spirit one with you now over there.

You hear the drums, they bid you to come near,
Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear.
Song like prayers are chanted through the night,
Calling you come, and help them end their plight.  

You’ve heard sad cries and now stand at their side,
You join the prayers with both arms open wide,
United spirits sing until the dawn,
When in the fire’s flames a golden fawn.

Remembering a smile crosses your face,
When tribes were one with Mother Nature’s grace.
The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear,
Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear.

The weightless feathers that adorn your head
Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead.
Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change
While here on earth your people rearrange.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.21.2014
Giorgio A.V. Contest 
Iambic Pentameter 


Details | Haibun | |

Inspired by Gaia


Rays of sunlight awaken and skies of sapphire inspire, when mother lies back with eyes veiled, breathing out life and breathing in spirit. She is the fertile earth and boundless sky. She glides through eternity, rising and falling. Her hair, once the color of midnight, now shines silver like beams from the full moon, and the stars encircling her, illuminate creation, igniting dreams and enchanting sleepless nights. As we, who no longer walk barefoot upon the earth, busy ourselves, forgetting to lift our eyes in witness to her majesty and her beauty and her grace. Our hearts still beat in unison with her essence. Beneath the stars, we walk upon the same dusty earth as our ancestors. The sky rumbles all around us with echoes of the past, and in stillness, she feels the knees of the forgotten pressed against her chest giving thanks for her nurturing breath. 


spirits veil her eyes -
drifting through sapphire sky
constellations align
 


*Haibun form inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet’s Gaia 
(for Debbie Guzzi’s Free Verse, Prose, Haibun Contest, 11/1/2014)  


Details | Personification | |

Whispers Within

Whispers Within







I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell


Details | I do not know? | |

Walking through the wetlands

This poem s in a style created by Christina R Jussaume


Walking through the wetlands

I’m walking through the wetland trails
The trees are soaking from the rain
I’m always here I’m back again
I’m walking through the wetland trails
The birds are singing in the trees
As feather leaves dance on the breeze
I feel the rain, I feel the rain.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
A kookaburra laugh’s out loud
The rain it forms a kind of shroud
I’m walking through the wetland trails
Two kangaroos go leaping past
The rain it seems has stopped at last
The bird laughs loud, the bird laughs loud.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel around me chimes of love
Now sun shines softly from above
I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel in nature all around
The breath of God that can be found
In chimes of love, in chimes of love

I feel Gods presence up above.

20 August 2014 0845hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

Respecting the Universe

A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.
And though, sometimes, we feel alone,
that mere existance matters not,
or that one life will be forgot,
a chain links us to the unknown.
A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.

We are a part of earth and sky,
as one with nature, when we die.
And though, sometimes, we feel alone,
a chain links us to the unknown.
A listening sky overhead,
hears whispers of our words, unsaid.


____________________________________________
For Dr. Ram's Contest: Sonnetino Rispetto "Respect"
10/20/14


Details | Rhyme | |

Whilst in the valley

Whilst in the valley

Whilst alone down in the valley
I gazed upon a deep blue sky
As my senses, they did rally
The birds above me they did fly
My eyes they filled with gentle tears
That would douse the fiercest fire
I stood there in the morning glory
As river flowed that never tires.

The birds they sang a melody
As morning sun, its rays did gleam
River lapped so peacefully
As I stood there filled with dreams
Dreams of love, and dreams of laughter
Touched my heart and made it sing
Was I in the great hereafter?
Oh such love this morn did bring

The solitude so soft and mellow
It held me in its sweet caress
There I was one happy fellow
All filled with so much tenderness
I stood there in that flowing river
Listening to the chimes of peace
I prayed unto my Lord, the giver
As I felt such sweet release

13 November 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Verse | |

Rites Of Passage



lllllllllllllllllllll I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the painted Northern Flora and gaze through Savanna's eyes ^^^^^^^


Details | Ballade | |

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning

In the darkness of the morning
There’s silence all around
Of the noisy din of people
Not a trace it can be found
Just the cars there in the distance
And the early morning song
Are all that’s heard here by this witness
And the peace is loud and strong.

The dog is lying on the ground
Just a chewing on a bone
It's an awesome kind of feeling
As I sit here all alone
And the silence fills my being
As the gas fire heats the air
I am dazzled by the sweetness
Of this feeling soft and rare

The morning sky is turning blue
As the darkness fades away
It seems the world is waking up
All the birds begin to play
As they flit amidst the branches
And the greenness of the trees
That sway so very gently
In the early morning breeze


Details | Cinquain | |

Weeping Willow

                                             
                                              The tall
                                        Weeping willow
                                     Waves majestically
                        Somehow she seems to be haunted
                                             Moaning

                                              Maybe
                           She’s merely airing her branches
                                   In the windy meadow
                                       Being heard by
                                              Spirits


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Fall 2012
This is know as a Mirror Cinquain
5 Lines + 5 Lines
Syllables 1-2  2-4  3-6  4-8  5-2        6-2  7-8  8-6  9-4  10-2


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

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


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


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

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Beneath The Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise 

Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?

Or take a step, in chance my foot could rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills...intense and poised, a fleeting chance to flee
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown

Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees


                     
____________________________________________________________
3/21/14


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©


Details | Dizain | |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.


Details | Etheree | |

I write spiritual



I write Spiritual

I really love to write words spiritual
Of sweet nature, and the song of joy
Lay mystery at reader’s feet
Lots of rhythm I employ
I write of birds, and trees
Always write with ease
And lovely style
To make those
Who read
Smile
Love
And read
My sweet words
About the trees
The sweet mystery
All the lovely flowers
And all the magic power
That always mesmerises me
Makes my mind go to our holy God
Whose sacred path it really must be trod

25 September 2014.


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Monoku | |

Eyewitnesses

ponds fountain      aired water       fishes' breath 

sounds vanish      silence rules       water moves 

drowned thoughts flow     space for minds      emptiness 

fishes float      down below     looking up 

spectators     on the shore     looking down

sharing worlds     land unites     with water 

fishes' view      men's vision     worlds unite 


((Set of ?) Monoku for the Ellip contest of Gingo.. 

(C) Elly Wouterse (check out my website - www.ellywouterse.com) 


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Elegy | |

Autumn Leaves

I first met Autumn when I was very, very young,
she was just a shy, quiet girl, but so very bright.
These maple trees were our favorite to play among,
as our laughter faded away with the falling sunlight.

I can still see her brown sweater, and reddish-orange hair,
blowing around her smiling face, like a flickering flame.
Her innocent voice still whispers on October's cool air,
near the place, where our lonely swing remains the same.

As the summer days said goodbye, and welcomed September,
the death of my dear, young friend came all too soon.
Autumn was one of those whom you'd always remember,
her soul was as beautiful as the shining, harvest moon.

She was here, then gone, leaving words that were never spoke,
to this day, I have never understood why Autumn had to leave.
Her presence lingers on the wind, like drifting wood-smoke,
as once a year, her playful spirit arises on All Hallow's Eve.




August, 4th, 2014


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 | 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 | Pastoral | |

FROM WHERE YOU STAND

FROM WHERE YOU STAND

Quiet, peaceful, erect in the morning light
glorifying creation in silent praises.

The night wind blows in a sacred dance
and whispers heavenly praises to you.

The earth below you holds you in a firmament
and sustains its life with praises for you.

Your bow bends as enchanted echos  
resound in praises to you.

As your skin sheds and falls
It rejoices in praises for you.

For you are life, 
the beginning and the end
the source and flow
of all that exists.

And for all these miracles
praises don't suffice;
but just the same from all our kind,
forests large and orchards small,
saplings new, and trunks quite tall,
we thank you in praise everlasting.

CAK 9-2012 Revised 9-16-2013


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 | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


Details | Epitaph | |

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

Sinking into silence

Sinking into the silence

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

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

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

28 March 2014 @ 1100hrs.


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Free verse | |

THE TYPOON HAIYAN

The winds of a thousand screams,
Descended upon paradise, leaving
Destruction's wreckage behind in it's evil
Black embrace.
A shock waves avalanche hit Eden, 
With hurricanes blast force, and velocity's
Speeding acceleration, a winds storms
Cyclone, born from the cradle, of the
North pacific ocean.
Funnel's hell cloud on earth, consuming
Humanity as if a vacuum cleaning, sucking
Away life itself, from the green land below.
What salvation has mankind from this reclamation,
Nothing but death's desert remains left behind.
By thunders wake, and earth quake, nature
Takes back what once belonged unto herself.
Bloods waves wash upon the distant shores,
Building resort towers have fallen, as dominoes
To greed’s need for progress exceeds his right.
The lion has been set amongst the lambs,
It's hunger is never satisfied.
Cry do the angels of God's mercy, for
The souls lost do we pray.
Tears fall for the survivors, and nations
Give aids rescue by flight and by sea.
But paradise lost cannot found, it's
Dream of a peaceful life's existence,
Has washed away with the whispering
 Winds, distant echoing.
For only the lonely remain, with a
Visions illusion for what once was,
Has been swept away with the tide.
As a new horizon sunrise awakens,
To the land of the barren, the world
Is left in mourning.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Ballad | |

Black isn't our name its Beautiful

Being black is not just a figure of speech

Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek

Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation

While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations

Being black isn't as bad as it may look

Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook

Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience

Our original nature made us uniquely

Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities

Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see

The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society

And need no help to raise our family

just equality

Even with methods that was used to torment us

"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us

"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil

Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil

Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials

They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us

And install hate inside our mental

Through dis associating our past & segregating our class

Degenerating our creative intentions

Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions

So Trust

All we got is us

Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach

They figure since we was enslaved & freed

Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach

We paved the way to preach

So to prove their unintelligent

They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts

Pardon my speech


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


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Haikus About God: III

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


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



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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 | 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.





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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.


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ABSORBING NATURE

ABSORBING NATURE
Jet stream shoots Between two mountains cliffs A breeze of honeysuckles I smell Shooting stream Jet between two mountains Cliffs of honeysuckles to enrich Mountains cliffs A stream jets a breeze felt Honeysuckles smelt and landscape blooms Waterfall Mountain parts water pours A course emerge a spring to love
|______________________________________________________________________|
Poet: Verlena S. Walker Date: Penned October 26, 2014! Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE


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A Transformation Begins

Fishing masters
Clothed in white feathers...
They stalk in slow motion
And as they strike a pose
Everything rare and beautiful.
Round my heart and soul of bliss
A transformation begins,
At peace I am.


Constance
Motif: spiritual and nature (Great White Egrets)
02/27/2014

For contest, "Impress me with a Small Poem" by Giorgio A. V.


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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."




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MEDITATION

Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension

-M&M


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Cro-Magnon


The Cro-Magnon started to preach
the tribe was hanging from his lips;
coarse beastly voice emerged to breach
the lack of speech and concept grips.

He was the shaman of the clans;
in his night dream he visioned game;
the bison herds roam Tundra lands,
his grapheme sounds tried to exclaim.

His bony hands reached up to skies,
his beard was resined and throat clogged,
transmitted growling his advice
to minds that dithered scared and fogged.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his grumbles suffer to pronounce
his language is a growling calque,
he jumps up front, and starts to flounce.

The Cro-Magnon flounces and jumps
upon the crags transmits wisdom
his bony fists lift to aboves
and growls his calque to sky's freedom.

"This is a message from the Gods"
his agony repeats the words;
the message growls throughout the crags
echoes and scares rock snakes and birds.

"This is a message from the Gods"
the rumble of countless hoofs nears,
the earth shakes while he forebodes,
- his face-grimace in dirt and tears.

Beyond the crags the human stares,
huge are the gods with hoofs that thrum;
become the prey of hunters' snares,
that throw them down beating the drums.

The smiles reveal their broken teeth,
the Cro-Magnons ignite the fire,
and celebrate dancing beneath
the night's dark calls and growls of ire.

© G. V. 04-11-2013
(Iambic tetrameter)






Details | Sestina | |

In The Celestial Music

Celestial music rings,
riding waves,
in the ethers.
every note,
of every song,
does its aerial dance.

As voices in prayer dance;
reverberating rings, 
echo each soul’s song;
upon Etheric waves.
Every note, 
a precious gift on the ethers.

Souls ride the ethers; 
swirling, twirling, they dance.
The resonance, rings every note, 
like a bell rings 
out upon the waves 
of air, to build a sacred song.

Spirit songs,
on the ethers;
oike ocean waves,
in celebratory dance;
play celestial scales and bells ring
out each precious note.

Each bell-like note,
echoes its own set of songs,
like church bells ring
through the heavenly ethers.
All life will dance
upon those heavenly waves.

Earths ocean, womb-waves;
swirl and sway to every celestial note.
Back and forth they dance;
in rhythm to the songs,
as upon the ethers;
the music of life rings.

Hear the ring, on the waves.
Ride the ethers and become one with each note.
Absorb life’s song and with all life…dance!


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Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


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Solitude

Through morning fog,
and mountain air,
a path less traveled
takes me there…
With new found strength,
where once was none,
as I climb high,
so does the sun.
In this secret, quiet,
hidden spot,
time reveals
what’s important...
- and what is not.
It doesn’t matter
what you’ve bought,
but it matters
what you’ve built.
If you make your
presence noticed,
then your absence 
will be felt…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Briton Riviere: Christ in the Wilderness

After I thought a while it seemed clear
it wasn’t the yap, yap, buzz, ring, chat
that drove him away from the city.
Nor the police alarm yaw-yahing 
saying danger or someone hurts.

It was the hands. Hands reaching
to touch his face, his hands, head.
Hand to rub his belly or grip his shoulder.
Hands coming from above, or below,
little squirts tugging at his clothes.

Once away into the hidden places
where no one lives the animals peeked
so further he went, seeking grit
to rub against, hard stone for bed,
the cold of stars above in the night.

A place where lizards basked from afar--
other survivors looking for a drink of water,
a drink of alone to coil within breast,
for weariness to weight the legs
heart pumping alone, be still, find grace

with the end of the tolling bells.
Where self is a light to breathe upon
let flare into true soul, the space
where heart flares out like a beacon
for all to hold and when you’re ablaze

there’s none to say they are you they.
Just peace. Belief. Tomorrow rising
with a hunger that goes beyond feed
goes beyond trust, goes beyond life
to a beauty amazed to find where once 

having found blaze it never goes out
ready to hand out and hand out.


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Wonderful Trees

Wonderful things are trees 
waving about in the breeze 
showing off their color and light
what a beautiful sight
Protecting the birds that live high above 
helping the Earth, protecting from flood 
Whether mighty oak or tender sapling grow 
it is up to us and our children to sow 
A tree is like eternity, reaching for the sky 
It can be there when we are born 
and there when we die. 
From weeping willow to tallest pine 
all the wonderful woods and forests are mine


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night

                          

                a full October moon
                twinkles silver stars 
                through an old corn field 
              passing spirits unseen yet felt

               Mice scatter through the maze 
              an oak scented fire fills the breeze
               apple cider held with a lovers warmth
               the magical misty lustful night


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THE CATHEDRAL OF STONE

Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming,
A strumming rhythm of natures
Raw essence.
Breathing rock inhaling, exhaling
As the earthen elemental surrounding
Conscious thought.
Knowledge’s smoothed edges, leave
Reasons rough coarseness exposed.
Humanities deaf ear, hears only, 
The hollowing of the four winds,
Shutting out enlightenment's truth.
Natures dream weaver touches 
Heaven,
With her softest silken finger tips,
And gods canvas falls unto earth.
 Behold a tapestry deepest blue,
Lit by universal stars.
In the stone circle,
Mankind lifts innocence vial,
Revealing ignorance blindness
Of sight.
And feels humiliation smallness.
It's singular aloneness, individuality,
Quest for immortality exists,
On baron grounds frosted soil.
In stillness silence, behold the
Ring of fire.
Lighting divine spirits to flame, 
Flickering embers alight igniting
Destiny's spark.
Intellect, intelligence a rebirthing
From deaths black darkness.
Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming.
A strumming rhythm of 
Natures raw essence.
Breathing rock, inhaling,
Exhaling.
As the earthen element’s
Surrounding conscious thought.
A cathedral of stone, 
With one disciple
Left in prayers knelling position.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | ABC | |

Natural Beauty

Acknowledge beauty
Convey delight
Enjoy fully


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All and One

On a perfectly proportioned majestic throne 
resides the one who knows
of time and space, of love and fear - building blocks from which we grow

From ancient starlit forests through to daily sunny norms
the power arrives in textured waves
to charge our dust filled forms

And inside the ash burnt crystals, of a timeless, white charcoal sun
dark energy weaves between the light
- the elements of all, and one

And as we search for a shard of truth in an ocean, big as a planet
how come we always look outward from 
our triangle of living granite

This pyramid shape is vastly more, important than previously thought
its pinnacle contains a watching eye
in all directions, free or bought

And its gravity, the pull of which, keeps us firmly grounded
if it didn’t exist, then a different life 
is certain to be founded

It lives atop a majestic throne, but cannot be seen by the many
who search with unconditioned eyes
that think that they are ready

But who are we, to think we are, less important than we know
it won’t be long, until such truths
are uncovered as we grow

So maybe one day, we can become, even more than what we think
until that time arrives, we’ll still search 
for a non-existent missing link

All and one


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


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Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air


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True Beauty

Back to the jungle once again
A long journey has come to an end
Over the clouds, through the hills
and down the river I have came
Everything is a little different
But somewhat the same
 
Here lie a people that used to be slaves
It was on this river they made their escape
Here they built houses of wood and stone
And created a place they could call their own
They make their living off the land
By the work of many strong hands
 
They have built this vibrant community
That my eyes have been privileged to see
By a glance all I may see is poverty
By a closer look, I now see true beauty
And not merely the endless scenery
or the luscious foliage and greenery
 
But in the people I have come to serve
And in turn who I have let serve me
In ways it feels, I truly don’t deserve
So listen closely, let me tell you a story
 
Mothers and daughters down by the water
Beating laundry with paddles, the sun grows hotter
I approach with my boots covered in junk
I place them in the water with a soft plunk
 
I attempt to remove the thick red clay  
she takes them from me and washes away
She scrubs until there is no sign
of any speck of dirt or grime
 
Thank you very much is all I can say
I now ponder would I do the same?
If the situation were reversed
Do I really believe the first will be last
And the last will be first?
 
Can I honestly say that I would choose
to take the grimy, muddy, dirty shoes
of a foreigner I hardly even know?
Would I humble and bring myself low?
In all honesty I really don’t know
 
But therein lies the true beauty, 
I now see
Amidst what appears by a glance,
 to be poverty
So don’t merely judge by what you see,
 but believe
that beyond the poverty,
 there may be
A true beauty, yet to be seen




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THREE IN ONE

THREE IN ONE Fortified towering walls surround persons running through and fro stature small and little feeble only a fig tree available for him yet, he ran too. Fast! climbing the tree with all his might just to have a glimpse of this wonderful man: our God- Jesus Christ.. who in thousand sunsets and thousand sunrises succeeded to win hearts and disciples... Walking upon seesaw waves He invited him Unafraid, He silence the raging storm He appease them calming the wandering spirit He embraces each one with light Engulfing beyond approach outlasting borders reproach His popularity a thousand years His million miles echo healing aches a soothing breeze resurrecting hope yet, some were threatened scared to be thundered as cornerstones He shook and changed mistaken fate and faith bender They took Him. Placed Him in trial Flicking hurt - Inflicting pain. Lashing jolts of torture down to the bone. Each bang of the axe nailing Him tight. So excruciating allowing helplessly stairs of His death. Lifted high after the third day. Blooming sun, welcomed His life back. As cloud carpet and choir of angels enthroned Him high. Leaving His Holy Spirit behind. His Holy Spirit present each daylight smile and nightfall frown waiting. waiting. waiting for us - people. Our God whose presence is present everywhere. Recognizable in the most natural flower. Bathing us strength through tornado of trials. Showering us honey warmth happy sunbeams. A seedling green leaf in a rocky dry mountain. The trembling notes folded within rhymes and psalms. The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit in one. (c) Olive Eloisa 4:44pm July 30, 2014 CONTEST NAME: GOD SPONSOR: REGINA RIDDLE first place, to God be always the glory..:)


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Roots of life

The deathly beat of our pounding feet
With shackles of life's disaster.
Bubbles of air contain great care
immersed in blurry waters,
Echoed dreams we shall  believe 
In everything and all before us.

Many a night we fear the light
Of Golum the greedy master.
We share aware of trees despair
Axed the roots of laughter.
Defined at source where love restores 
And bleeds happily ever after.


Details | Haiku | |

Sunset Sunrise

Day done or new sun?
Both are God’s goodness displayed
Time for sleep or run?


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The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Your own erin isle

At some Sweet Point in Your Youth
Through Travel Guides beguiled
Searching for Existential Truth
You dreamt of Erin Isles

You longed a quite, simple life
Away form Hectic Glances
Attempt to be Free from Your Strife
For Introspective Chances

To visit the Ancestral home
Or even to Inhabit
Away, In Solitude, Alone
And Keep the Mindful Sabbath

A place where land stays Always Lush
In Emerald Enclosed
The site of Inner Beauty  Bright
In form of Dear Red rose

I Shall Still See the Pilgrims
With Purposely Bared Feet
While Walking though the Sharp Hills
Their Feet Profusely Bleed

I know the Image of Crushing Waves
The stately,Brave stones
They do not Bend nor do They break
And Bear the weight alone

The Crosses and the simple graves
With names already erased
And stone compesed 
As life itself
From Tiny, Pearly grains


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OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


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Eternal Dream

When I begin to meditate
About the life before now
And the life that is due to prevail
Deep in this thought
I heard calls from no where
 Chanting into my ears
A note of warning
“Don’t let the trees surrounding
 This wide fence fall”
Amid this puzzling call
I unearth from a far
Mix voices flaunting a goal
“We will not sheathe our swords
Until all our desires come to pass”
In between these dilemma I inquire
On whose command will lives live?

20/6/2013


Details | Bio | |

Me

Jacqueline R.
Simple but Elegant
Daughter of my mother
Lover of Nature, colors Green and White
Who feels sad that the world is overpowered with darkness
Depressed that people are fighting
Happy that I'm different
Who would like to see all people in one faith, loving each other and have patience over all things
Reside in Daly City, California
Mendoza


Details | Blank verse | |

The owl

The owl is wise and strong.
At night it hunts
under the moon,
under the moon that shines
upon the mysteries of the woods.
Under the pine tree drops of water
drip into peaceful ponds that echo mysticism.
The forest is mystery,
the mystery of the Gods and of nature.
The pond is your inner soul.


Details | Free verse | |

The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit Flight (LOVE)

A simple peace of this fragmented reality of the spirit flight 
now, I lay me down to sleep
a spiritual realm of possibilities inches forward
my third eye of perception wide and receiving 
an unconscious consciousness of God's realm peering inward 
a small piece of life's mystery reveals a brilliant flight    
purple and light green float in a vision beyond comprehension 
I dive in and receive this unimaginable gift
a garden of light and energy suspended free
my spirit heeds the call as I drift 
submersed in a love words cannot express
I drown in light...............




The Spiritual Dream 
A Rambling Poet Contest "A Fragmented Dream"  
By Rick Parise


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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A Journey

If we were to walk arm and arm
This great big world would seem so small
648 weeks seems so short
But for you it is a lifetime
We want to make this a better world
and don't have much time to do it
Let's journey through  this world
with all her greatness and splendor
We can leave our mark as we go
and enjoy it and all its riches
Come hold my hand as we explore this land
and make it a better place for all who come after


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Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


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Trilling Tray

                                                     Trilling Tray (Limerick)

                                  Parrots have men in the palm of their hands
                         Through the pirated palimpsest that is from man's land
                         There is no point getting into panic about the tall story
                                     Touch me if it is a wild and wacky story
                         But if it is worthwhile to the core, (then) hold my hands.


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The Ocean Breeze

It blows with new air,
new breath, new energy;
closing my eyes,
and allowing the breeze
to kiss my skin,
it is a feeling of rebirth
that pulsates deep within my soul......


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Graceful Butterfly


When the sunlight breaks upon her face Ascending like a lover’s eyes It listens to a gentle song With notes that run, in whispered breath A fleeting mood, that twirls aloft And circles in a morning breeze A mantra of incantation Stirring thoughts to meditation And rising lightly, against the dawn The lilting voice, which calls her name Sun whispers like a whippoorwill Her wings are leaves, that dance and sway Each move exhales, so crystal clear A bubbling brook, sweet, crisp, and pure She stands alone, this flower child She flies with grace, without fanfare But petal by petal, to grace them all So softly there, in whispered breath A timid soul, a quivering chord A sonnet of love, with languid words Color sparks, that kindles bright Of meadow larks, in spiral flight Wings made of silver, she flutters along With trilling grace that wraps around A wreath of mist lifts off the ground A rainbow in a morning song
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3 - Messenger from the Dead

In Hell where I may reside,
if death is not on my side.
Hunger that weeps to no end,
this darkness within my den.

As you enter my palace of pain,
fear not if you have not to gain.
Though previous life proved not,
judgement upon fears are sought.

And so the righteous shall avenge,
in my domain that seeks a revenge.
Cannot escape a wrath left in wake,
my vengeance is all that keep sake.

When I merge the dead with your dreams,
absolute power amongst all that screams.
Should a hundred years from my death,
not exist within the truth spoken breath.

Thus my soul is sacrificed for trading,
greatest power in all my soul waging.
Shall this price not be enough to pay,
the wicked shall cower before I prey.


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Scouters

Give them clear mountain lakes,   
And kid-friendly swimming holes,	
Rafts, rowboats, and canoes;        
Dads and sons with fishing poles.
Give them clear night skies,          
Filled with just enough moonlight	
To find shadowy paths--                 
Navigating by starlight.	

Give them old patch jackets          
To remind them of their tales:	
Camporees, jamborees,                 
And famous historic trails	
Give them some traditions            
From American folklore;	
Ashes saved from campfires,        
To teach them who went before.	

Give them Boy Scout handbooks,    
Lengths of rope with knots to tie,   
Multi-tool pocket knives,                
And young Scouts wanting to try.
Give them trails to follow,             
Maps and compasses to read.	
Stories around a fire, 	              
Patrols of Boy Scouts to lead.	

All Scouts want is just a chance        
To watch wildlife and touch native plants,
Go snipe hunting and backpacking,   
And earn merit badges for everything.
All Scouts want is just somewhere   
To swim and hike and breathe fresh air,
And to cook and laugh around a campfire.  
There’s just not much more for a Scout to desire.


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DANCE OF SOULS

Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse 
of the dancing, bowed bodies.

They perform a graceful ballet;
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow;
they leap, breach and roll.

Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”; 
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins 
and can we really be their children?

Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again, 
after all, he swam with the dolphins.  
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?

Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life 
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!


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The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long


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Connections

Connections

To the water’s edge for solitude
Life rippling near river’s bed
Prayers lifted now in gratitude
As burdens heavy cloak is shed

See my brothers
See my sisters
Drifting now in foreign lands
See the members
Of my family
In each and every clan

At the water’s edge in solitude
Tears mingling with life’s stream
Visions of connections interlace
As realities overlap the dreams

All Rights Reserved by Debra Squyres 3/12/13


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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And there it was

And there it was, with the wind and with the water
and a small bird edging its way through ripples-
life still has some life.
There for those
who pause.

Tentative -
to come out of hiding
from the water
and the trees
for they might speak
and I might hear them
gently startling
giving life to life
insisting on goodness
and I might believe
and what a fool I would feel
to fall from grace again

but there it was
and always seems to be.


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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Of the Quandaries and Mystics in Divine Shamanism

The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason
Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion
Conformity’s blue armies will try to trap you and me in
Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin

The mind is confused on what info it should reject
It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept
Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect
I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect
 
A different death, of new hope
Soaring as Shamans cut the rope
…but some won’t

It is normal to be abnormal
Self discovery is not formal
…but love is not either

Lamenting and hoping soliloquy
This is the way it was supposed to be
…but it is

Patience in expediting time
Supposed to waste away for a dime
…but I won’t

Smooth, silky opaque clouds
I have seen though the shadowed shrouds
…but I will still depart with the Shamans
The Spirit Realm

Lost in inevitable time
Drifting through superfluous mind
Coasting on sporadic rhymes
Losing grip on human kind
Searching in jungles of lies
Venom vines cannot unwind
Oxygen floats in pink skies
Wiggling under ties that bind

Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action
In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction
There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction
Contently acquiesce to predetermination’s satisfaction

The pelicans told me how to dance on water
Mother’s dying nature from a materialistic daughter
Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father
Unwritten governing connections from unknown author

They eternalized eternity in what they wrote
The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float
The differences between independent thought and rote

Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece
Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys

Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings
Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending
Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending
Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you’re spending

I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality
Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality

Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime
The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time
  
Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through
Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you


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Beavers and Black Widow Spiders



" Beavers and Black Widow Spiders ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 6)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Architecturally - Skilled

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Born With A Blueprint To Build

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Furry Creatures - But To Few Appeal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Have A Bite That Can Cause Damage & Ill

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Seems To Have Avid-Arrangement Zeal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both - Busy Workers In Their Field

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both, Bold  & Blocks With No Trespassing Shields

Tho' Aracnids Can Spin and Create Aeirals
Beavers, Can Route Strong Rivers' Terminals

Tho' One Builds Dams & The Other One, Webs
Both Are Gifted and Noted Construction Celebs

Tho' One Owns Silk Factories & One - Lumber Mills
Both Are Building With GOD's Contract, Permit-Seal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Denizens Are Divine Designs By GOD's Will


        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
                   by:  MoonBee  Canady






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Captain Africa

I am an African warrior,
born from the womb of the giant
flower, deep in the forest.

Mother Nature has bestowed
me powers to protect Her creation,
and Her divine legacy. 

Forest fires turn to mist,
when I blow into them;
Poachers run away when I summon
red ants with my mind;
I sometimes shape-shift into a guide,
if you are lost in the forest.

When I’m hungry,
bees carry honey in giant leaves,
and bring it before my shrine.

I am immortal, even to the gods….   


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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Shadow trees

Shadow trees 
On gentle breeze, heave 
and lip the edges of a sanctuary 

Hallowed space, of union graced 
In liminal hour 
Protected 
where dappled light plays cupid to our delight 

Crepe paper garlands 
Seek to adorn us 
Fugitives in search of respite 

No penetrating eye should moot 
this canticle to umbral shine 
nor prick the virtue of our plight 

Unsteady mood of solace and peak 
Shadow trees 
In boundaries you speak 
as we move on the fringes of the night -
Let me keep time 
damned blue midnight


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Primordial Waves


From within the flux its breath sweeps the shoreline,
Sometimes spewing forth flotsam and jetsam
Lolling us to sleep with its soothing savoury sighs.
Its siren calls hypnotising the unwary and confidant.
Drawing us to depths of hidden fury and peace. 
Scouring the lands with an insatiable appetite,
Forever hungry, it’s stomach a pitiless pit of plenty.
Its minions devouring the fallen. Lost in opaque screams.

The rolling wave ripples through to the very soul, 
Its innocuous plate sparkles in white foamy trepidation.
Beckoning us, taunting us, through its congenital self. 
Primordial waves bath our lives as we search the shore.
For peace, love and isolation, now flung and strewn.
Where hope of salvage dwell in our beachcombing souls.  
We wish to return from where once we came, we lost embryos.
Our mislaid mother calls, still we newcomers neglect her voice. 



5th Aug 2013..........S.de Burca


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Fox In The Window

For those who wonder 
How I grew into the season
I turned a fragrant key
More summers for me then
No more waning of anything
Just the sound of glory 
Timbering through the landscape
A host of new demons
To be rearranged and  then knocked down
Beauty’s burden
So yes to answer your question
I do enjoy the fox in the window


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From Here To Eternity, Almost

The defining moment in my lifetime so far,
Was the instant I first understood,what we are,
That we've been around since time began,
And that every atom which makes this ape, called man,
Has been part of the mechanism of nature's machine
For countless ages past,and will be for those not yet seen.

Here I stand an atomic conglomerate,
Aware that the day will come for the takeover- corporate,
When the asset strippers of Mother Nature PLC,
Will move in and dismantle all that made me,
And break everything down into those valuable particles,
For the construction of new participating articles,
In the ongoing evolution of Life Industries PLC,
Eternity beckons for little old me!

Tom Higgins


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Shyness time

time in time on time
second by second over high noon
our spring to spring of moon


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Butterfly

The beautiful Alexandra butterfly
It beautifies its native New Guinea when it will fly
But there is different type of butterfly  
That is even bigger and more amazing as it transverses the azure sky

That butterfly has transfiguring symbols on its wings
As colorful and enchanting as sonnet of hues that angel sings
He is more graceful then king of kings
His powerful exuberance cannot be chained by chains or rings

He is the Extended Soul
That edge of abyss has under control
I hope one day on Earth his seed will fall
To free us all

For when he drops the seed of dreams
The people will fly without wings to spiritual extremes 
The sleeping knights will awake for them new world beseems 
The shot out soul much greater then prettiest sun beams



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New Dawn

Zest is in my heart
And bliss is in the air
As sanguine clouds have given way
To a new dawn so fair

Buds are blooming into flowers
And nature is burgeoning with joy
As the dead autumn has given way
To a new spring so joyous

				
							


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A Grand Design




And when the seed has been nurtured
and sunlight grace adorn

And when all is said of wisdom
and love has persevered in song

Where each prayer has fallen upon the fields
and completion has granted a dream

a feast of God's promise shall rise above
in a breath of eternity...




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The Garden

Scent of flowers entice my senses;
all I see around me is beauty and divinity
that represents the face of Mother Nature......


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Anatomy of Destiny

Every letter that makes up a story of our future or fate,
is deeply dyed in everything we come across, and we'll
come across in the future; may it be the moonlight, rivers,
lover, book, television, jungle,....anything your eyes have
laid or will lay upon.

Our lives are made up of myriads of invisible letters;
letters that we can only see in deep silence. It is at
that moment that you are in a state of meditation,
that letters form words, words form paragraphs,
finally making a story of your entire life!


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Spirit

My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.


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We Never Leave

Lying down beneath a tree, I listen
The wind draws whispers from rustling leaves
Stories stir in the ravines of the bark
They make me smile mostly, but sometimes I cry

The wind draws whispers from rustling leaves
They are left there by birds and moss and rain in roots
They make me smile mostly, but I cry
When I hear of worms wriggling to sidewalk suicide

Left there by birds and moss and rain in roots
Is the promise of life and an energy that connects us
When I hear of worms wriggling to sidewalk suicide
I see that life, all life, is wondrous and strange

The promise of life and an energy that connects us
Makes me look at my arms, imagine them covered in bark
I see that life is wondrous and strange
That I am part if it all, the bald eagles and the mud


I look at my arms, imagine them covered in bark
My feet become roots and my fingers become leaves
I am part of it all, the bald eagles and the mud
They were here long before me, yet they speak in my voice

My feet become roots and my fingers become leaves
Stories stir in the ravines of my bark
They were there long before me, yet they’re told in my voice
Now you lie beneath me, so listen


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Great Grey

Here I stand Great Grey

tranquil lover of the soul,

throwing out my arms-

tempting you to envelop me, in salty embrace,

which could heal these open wounds.

Will you take me?

 

Here I stand Great Grey,

open arms but not tall,

An offering with broken skin,

an offering of shadow.

Will you take me?

 

Will you take me-

Immerse me,

and hold me there until breathless,

so that you can rock me back to life?

 

Here I stand great grey

your beauty overwhelms me,

Take me, return me , let it become me.

 

Here I stand Great Grey

Tranquil lover of the soul,

will you take me?


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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


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Serenity

Whispering, her soft soul, she speaks of serenity.
I do not deserve to gaze upon this Goddess, this deity.
She showers love, the first breath of spring, a kiss upon new life.
Hardened is my heavy heart, from misery and strife.
Passions as the scent of lilacs, the morning dew upon fresh birth.
She is summoned from the depths, to once again bless this earth.
To give blessings to a broken man, I cannot comprehend.
For I have destroyed and hated, she has healed and been a friend.
She walked amongst the wildflowers, she says "take me hand for hand"
Heavy are these labored legs, she kneels when I cannot stand.
Goddess grant me favor, forgiveness, looking into your eyes I am not alone.
Be gentle with my humbled soul, lost, help me to find my way home.

05-20-2014


Details | Sijo | |

Spirits Freed

The life in the wood will be revealed by the wood carver.
Chipped away with chisel and mallet; wood displays its secrets.
Wood carvers release the spirits trapped within the wood.


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Cherry Blossoms- Yoshino Sakura

Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny
Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die
Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear
Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air

A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude
Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude
You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue
And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew

Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink, 
Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink 
Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete
Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite

So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees
And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease




©RashanaKing2010


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A Letter To Robert Frost

               A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others to decide 
You took the one less traveled
To make a difference as you could
We continue to abide convergent roads
Comply with natures inclinations as our maze
Pulled in some direction not always ours
As for that world that did not die
It did not perish in fire or by ice
As you postulated quite nicely 
Both would have equally sufficed
We are in a different place and time
Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense
We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend

                                                                 6/06/14 Contest:  Letters To Poets	
	
	
	


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WILDERNESS

May i have your undivided wilderness?
Please. Some place where ‘me’ might lose
its self without forgetting what I am.
I know it exists because you exist,
& all those unnameable things that hide
in silence between the heart beats of trees.
If I were to offer a prayer or a stone
it would not include matches or road maps -
but some ancient chanting heard from afar
when the mountains hold their breath,
and romance runs free of camps & campfires.
Here, I’m taking off my shoes, my clothes.
I’m throwing away the book. There are
some places you can only enter unarmed.
Your undivided wilderness is one of them.
Everyone needs a place to grow.


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Elements of Essence, Collab by James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt

I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only with your essence. I feel the brush of your skin and callouses of your hands on my body. Such soft reveries. Its inevitable conclusion is bleeding into the clay and tall grasses beneath our ghostly steps.
 
I am Earth and you are Sky, and the wind carries the daily exchange of our nature on soft songs. I no longer chase the zephyrs that swirl upon the low grounds. They carry leaves and debris that settles back onto the clay beneath us. We both see one another clearly, but somehow do not have clear vision when it comes to our own storms.
 
I am rain falling sideways, pushed by your reaching gusts. Locusts swarm in the eyes of my pondering caress; we are a plague of fathoms at the foot of a swallowed sea. You are the calmness of Earth’s depths, my rage punishing your shores. You are the beauty of my destruction, the ebb and flow of my tormented purity. I only wish that I could feel your weight upon me again, holding me at rest.
 
But the scales of time’s sandy tick have tilted, leaving me crazed and undiluted. I watch your limbs sway, your leaves break free and wander, searching for the source of my prayers, and I blink. The night swells in my breast and I feel your fault lines shake in the bones of what is left.
 
This feral land is the bedchamber of our lovemaking. The faces in the trees are watching us. We give them life as they dream us into being. The soft waters of the bayous are a song hanging in thick bayou air. We are like water. I close my eyes and you are within me.
 
Our bodies are trapped in the temporal. Our minds caught in patterns we do battle with perceived realities. Yet your spirit is etched beneath my eyelids. You are never far. We are writing poetry across oceans of time. Lovers in every form. Weaving stories of creation and destruction upon each individuation. Flesh as a vessel, is only bound by time. My heart is heavy with shadows. Yet together, we are Fire and Light.   
 
We are the eternal design of nature’s fury: the break and the fall, the flow and the pull, the thrust and the splash of kindling spirit. We are all, and we are one, and I feel your feet within mine as we walk down, further upon the grassy road of our story. Your hand is soft, mine broken and bleeding. But you will heal me, you always do. For you are the wind that molds me, the crash breaks me, the flame that purifies our bond, and the water sending ripples on the shore of every world in which we choose to play our songs.
 
 
(c) James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt 2014


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War Field

To this barren land I have returned,
This war torn field,
My only claim upon this earth.
Blood did not nourish this soil. 

And my hands sting,
As I reach into the dirt, 
For peace does not rest upon the fallen here. 

But I will continue to turn the ground, 
Patiently then,
What I have I will impart, 
Until these ghosts, can find a home-
Beneath the grass. 


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The Representation of Illumination

 The stories you have heard, sharing a bond between souls and companions.
The dances you have danced, lighting a friendship with every celebration.
The songs you have sung, harmonizing a spirit inside this wondrous land. 
You the ash wood, the catlinite, you the porcupine quills and feathers.
You are the one who betoken the wolves, the lizards, and the black bears.
        	The smoke flows through your stem to my lungs as the wind flows through your feathers. You the ash wood, the porcupine quills and feathers, which elucidate the wolf.
You allow us partake in rituals, which reinforce our beliefs. 
You remind me of the hardships I have gone through, the fight, the struggles.
You emphasize the joy and memories we have had together.
Take me to the content waves on lakes and the moon shining upon them.
Ease my pain, relieve me from my destitution, let me dispatch my ache.
        	Your smoke fills my lungs as I breathe in deeply, then to relax once more
Releasing the translucent swirls to soar in the midst of the starry atmosphere.


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Justice Lion

I AM THE LION
FIERCE BEAST OF JUSTICE
PROTECTOR OF THE INNOCENT 
CHILDREN AND THE CHILD-LIKE
I AM WHAT THE DARKNESS FEARS
I AM FEROCIOUS IN MY HUNGER FOR DESTROYING THE CAUSES OF PAIN IN THE WORLD AND IN YOUR MIND
CALL ON ME
FOR PROTECTION
I BRING WISDOM AND LIGHT
AND AM THE FIRE OF COURAGE AND ACCELERATION
THE FIRE THAT PUTS OUT THE DARKNESS 
AND RESTORES THE HEART
TO IT'S RIGHTEOUS PLACE
CALL ON ME AND I WILL ANSWER
AND YOU WILL EMBODY THE LIGHT OF THE SUN
I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THE SUN
GIVER OF LIFE
WHEN YOU EMBODY ME 
NO DARKNESS CAN HIDE
I WILL TRANSFORM ALL DEVIATION
BY MY FEROCIOUS POWER
AND MAGNETISM
CALL ON ME
FIERCE BEAST OF JUSTICE


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Sponge

Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.

In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.

Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand 
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes 
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…


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Human

Primal, earthly need 
Wet all over, just be 

Feed this hunger, this heat 
This thirst has to be sated 

Open my throat 
Incantations of an ancient magic 
Rhythmic as sea and stone 

Sinuous pumping bodies 
Like the beat of the Drum 

Warm and entwined
Like the tangled roots of the Tree of Life 

Enter me, complete the circuit
Face to face and nowhere to hide 

Taste this and know what it means to be 
                      Human


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Whoever you are I love you

No misleading innuendo, the universe will crescendo, 
tuning the hearts of all resuming the art of fall and proceeding rise, 
for when one die's so does part of another, 
and for every father and mother there was one before, 
so the chore's of life are waiting to to be adorned, 
hearts need cleaning and the trash you've carried from the past can be deceiving, 
so recycle the waste from your life and keep pace with what's right in your heart, 
do your part and soon you will determine how far your definition of being a person takes you, find out what it takes to 
attempt and not resent your chance to try, 
for someone who never does is the exact reason why, 
most people don't think love is worth it, 
so they lay alone and keep the words with, the emotion behind staying still, 
believe what your heart asks praying will come true, 
and the pain for no reason won't numb too, 
it will transgress from seem-less to life like the phoenix, 
your free will shall be owned by no man, 
but be aware of the applications program, 
they construct tools to abduct your imagination, 
they've found ways of attracting our natural fixations, 
but be calm, you hold the world in the palm of your hands, 
we lover's have plans for a peaceful world, 
but only if you believe me, only if you're willing to stand up to the greedy 
and put an end to oppression, upon my own reflection I find perfection from what's within us being exactly what we see around us, 
stop waiting the god's have already found us,
 they are wondering why we continue doing what hurts, 
and remaining thinking life is just a curse.. 
but if we do nothing and wait we will be much to late for harmonious fate, 
do your part and give gratitude, our earth depends on your attitude 
no matter where your longitude or latitude is, 
my absolute wish is for all to be loved, and when you look above 
to the stars shining, know that light is reminding 
of what will triumph over dark, for the tree of life has merely chipped its bark, 
find what you love and find what you're willing to prove, wishing the world would change for peace, please remember I do too.


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Seed Of Love

Tiny seeds germinate
Fresh roots sprout
New life is born!
The weeds come for free
As every beautiful rose
Has it's thorns!
Growing tall, against all odds
Growing towards the light
Laying our roots deep
Staying strong, yet flexible
We are a tree of life
Or the seed in the ground
We are 'one' of the same!


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A meaningless purpose

Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the 
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in, 
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.

A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in 
The hope of resilience.


Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will 
Face once and still not know.


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Endless Universe

Staring up at the veil of darkness
Stars shining brightly through its holes,
The moon being the gap in the middle
To glow on the world below.

As I gaze up at the darken sky
Made my mind wonder in curiousity,
Out there somewhere in this vast galaxy
Is there someone looking at the very sky
In another out there in the universe?

Space is endless
Galaxies are countless
Dimensions are limitless
Universes are zoneless.

Other worlds that call to us,
Make us wonder their existence
Places that we've seen in movies?
Stories that we read in books?

Parallel worlds where things are opposite?
Where we live in different settings?
Fate being fair or unfair to them
Depending on what it's like there.

Our imagination is endless
As we ponder the possibilities
That outside our own galaxy
There are countless worlds
Just as there are stars in the night.


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ITS THAT ANOTHER NIGHT

The sky clear blue the stars bright the moon’s full
Heavy snow’s frozen and the brook’s as always late;
Chilled pairs on warm beds fast asleep
 Worn birds in willows’ holes, feathery nests,
Calves and cocks on their straw-beds.
Come-on my love come right away,
It’s that another night, right
For another, O, saintly event. 
Let’s live this lovely night with
 The lonely dogs of my street;
And see! How they bark and Why.
        I’ll rub their neck, and you will serve bones
      I’ll love that old *****, and you that young dog.


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Cowboys in the Badlands

Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way,
On land where layered rocks records eons before –
Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day.

Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar.
Those thieves took, tackle, grain, food, and wine grapes.
Two rife and rifled cowboys planned to settle the score!

Rugged and fearless with sweat on hot napes,
They rode where the rattlers and bull snakes call home.
Both galloped fast and hard … must not let thieves escape.

But they stopped with their horses when they saw bison’s roam.
Felt stillness; saw vastness; amazed, each life reshapes.
The wilderness teaches with its silent, “Shalom.”

Paused, distantly viewing weird-wonderful shapes.
Great towers of fossils that give wildlife a home.
Two soul-searching cowboys ponder nature’s landscapes.

While prairie dogs and cottontails run for the loam,
The bobcats and vultures look down on the plains.
And turtles stay still in their portable home.

The Bighorns and badgers walk gullies in rains.
Meadowlarks sing songs while pretty pronghorns prance.
There, valleys hide critters in flowers and grains.

It’s a desolate land; so, it seems at first glance.
Plenty of majestic views extending for miles,
Masking deadly dangers that stalk the great expanse.

But back on the ranch families stock up woodpiles,
They tend to the gardens, feed chickens, and cows. 
Their work is quite hard but they manage with smiles.

The villains still steal and the farmers push plows.
But two soul-searching cowboys made Heavenly vows.

Copyright October 12, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Cowboys in the Badlands - 
Sponsor	Isaiah Zerbst


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Don't try to understand

Don’t try to understand the way it is.
Don’t work it out with logic or you’ll miss
The loveliness that all around you lies
In everything that lives, and always dies.

Look without the words that cause the mess,
And gaze at life with so much tenderness.
Just drink in all the mystery you see,
Swim within it’s beauty, let it be.

So dance my child and wildly sing your song,
This song is yours to you it does belong.
Just live your life, embrace eternity,
And feel within that fire of ecstasy.

You tread a road that never has been trod,
Be you with the devil, or with God.
Go with it child, and melt within the flow,
Feel that mighty flame within you grow.


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Spirit of Earth

Peaceful, yes, no
Always changing yes you are
Spirit of Earth


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Birth of Poetry

Every poetic verse; it's depth, mystery, and color
emanated from the rhythm of life; waterfalls gushing downhill,
stars spread in the night sky, like sparks from the moon; sweet, scented flowers;
your beautiful face.....

It was destined that only a poet, could decipher the words coming out from Mother
Nature's orchestra, where we are all Her audience....


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The Little Things

Its the little things that brighten your soul
just a little bit more than it was before

To be captured is unlikely 
Yet you have found it so freely 

Feel how serene in that moment you have seen
For such beauty created is unique
and will not ever repeat


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Because it is

It’s ok,
Because as much as life my rise and fall,
Whilst you are on this earth, the mountains never will
And whenever you stand on top of one,
You will understand, how sacred this place is.
And it’s ok,
Because you will always have a home,
As long as you’re beneath the sky.
And it’s ok,
Because if there is no one close enough to touch you,
The wind will still caress your skin.
And it’s ok,
Because if you don’t quite fit,
There is always space for you between the trees.
And it’s ok ,
Because you may carry it wherever you go,
But the sea doesn’t know,
What shame is.
And it’s ok,
Because if you close your eyes and breathe, do nothing else,
You might discover the world.
And it’s ok,
Because,
It is.


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Feather In The Wind

Feather in the wind
Gracefully you fall
Upon the gentleness of a breezes whisper
Or, in the strong winds that blow a gale, strong
Light and gentle, you remain
Calm, in your outcome


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The Calmative

            The Calmative

In forest, after the soft rain, a blanket of moss holds green
Holds water to balance the day with shade providing sleep
Woodland creatures know the soundless floor keeps secrets
As they step through the wet unfolding silence
Even the blue birds, flap a quiet wing while soaring by
Tranquility has no color, has no smell, or taste
It fills in the deepest well and falls just like a feather
On the forest ground
The calmative of nature forms 
A bubble around a troubled world
A yawn picks up where sleep left off
And when we wake we talk
We only say kind words
And only in a whisper, on a pillow of green moss  
Nothing gained, nothing lost
Then slip back to oblivion 
To the calmative deep in sleep


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Silent Night Cries

Its  beautiful in the country 
dark and empty spaces filled only with trees and crickets in the distance, the black of the night is broken slightly by the the quarter moon and the stars in the clear sky, Then out of nowhere the gentle silence is broken with deep heart throbbing sobs of a heart thats been broken, whaling so loud that it carries echos into the night screeching like ravens in the midst of a storm, clouds erupting and thunder crackin, causing you to jump from your peaceful state wondering how can any pain be felt so deeply and how any living breathing thing can survive such a pain, you listen closely and it fills your ears, you now know the ocean is made from her tears, have you ever wondered what made them diffrent from lakes, it comes from a woman when she finally breaks. rivers of tear drops, sharp pains in her heart, she falls to her knees looking up at the stars, she cant fight it any longer so she gives in to the grief allowing it to consume her praying only for sleep, she cant stand hers knees are to weak her own body betraying her not giving way to peace, she cries out in desperation, Father please I dont understand, God looks down upon her  from the heavens above....Your pain is your truth cause to every one in your life you Are Love...


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Haiku Jungle

                             Haiku Jungle

Snakes birds tangle wild

Under, brooks babble downward

Vegetation spring



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Show of Splendor

Sitting on a riverbank 
minding its own business 
looking very pretty in its summer dress of symmetry 
Catching my eye with its golden petalled blossom 
Nodding very happily among the coronopus 
Putting on a show of splendor just for me 
How can I not love this simple gesture 
God in his wisdom great and fearful 
Created this perfect little plant to make the world more joyful


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THE DARK ARISES

The Dark Arises
Holy days passed by,
Its the time of invasion,
In our lives of confusion,
The sins of diffusion.
                        The dark arises.
You all will be shy,
At conception of your deeds,
This all you don't need,
Its like caught in weeds.
                         The dark arises.
The judgement of,
Three parts of ,
Past present future of,
Us is approching.
                          The dark arises.
Holy revelations unreveals,
Your past  present unviels,
Get ready to face true deals,
No one can escape when.
                           The dark arises.
The last clause forbids,
Haram and halal of needs,
Do remember these feeds,
God is watching u and leads.        
                            The dark arises.


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Summer

(thinking of better weather right now :)

Tranquil waves gently crashing the lake shore. 
Tight-knit family units of Canada Geese,
all on a mutual hunting mission as they coast along the choppy waters.
Various shades of green consume the surrounding hills.
Summer voices of children playing that bring back memories from another lifetime.
Just cool-enough breezes make music as they chase eachother through the trees 
and give lift-off life into the wings of cardinals, crane birds, and geese above.
Again and again they soar into the everlasting, blue sky
while reminding me to take another breath.

Only the author of the heavens could create such a beautiful, living portrait :)


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Enlightenment

It is seeing the stars

in the light of the Sun

in the daytime


It is hearing the heartbeat

of a rose as it blossoms

in the spring


It is smelling the scent

of love in a desert

which has no sign of a bird

in the grave-silent sky


It is speaking a similar language

with butterfly-fish and dolphins

as you explore the enchanted floors

of an ocean in the tropics


It is being at One with everything

that is around you in your soul,

making you to be part of the fabric

of the Universe


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GNARLED

Cave was carved from crumbling rock,
inhabited by a seagull flock,
which chirped and squawked the day away,
mottled chicks would stretch and play.

Above this cave a gnarled tree
sat watching guard, solitarily,
it felt ashamed, neither green nor tall,
a stubby bush, not much at all.

No matter where the birds would roam,
always they could find their cliff home,
for like a beacon, seen from sky,
shrub guided them while they did fly.

So everything does have a role,
be it a star or simple mole,
no matter beauty or hidden skill,
we all must do what is God's will.


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Gaia's Spell

Grass has started sprouting
                                in the scorching Sahara.


Strange bugs have started devouring
                                          nuclear power plants.


Flowers scent are clearing the smog
                                                in the cities and towns.


The oceans are healing themselves
                                         from the oil spills.


Gaia's spell has become visible to ALL!


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A Breath For The Learning Soul

As the moon brings the tides that, 
massage Earth’s grainy skin; 
so does the past bring memories to, 
massage the human soul.

Like the sea baths, 
the past collects new memories; cleansing them;  
this washing dries with, the breath of change.

Riding change with great eagerness and 
anticipation of every new adventure; 
we come to know ourselves; 
our place here and purpose.
  
Our souls will matriculate or stagnate.
The University of Life has, 
no books or grades; 
its’ lessons are learned by experience.
Stay alert, honest and compassionate and pass; 
fail and you’ll have to do it all over again.
What will you do?


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The Source

Fragrances of flowers glow
Glory of plant nurtured
Roots 


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Confusion

All my life I have always wondered,
Sat so long with things I’ve pondered,
Why has darkness taken light?
Why has goodness taken flight.

Rosie dreams of true success,
But now I see there is nothing left,
Poverty, famine, addiction and greed,
The rich are cruel on poor they feed.

My mum told me of godly bliss,
How shocked I am that she meant this!
If this is what her god proclaimed,
Why is he worshipped and even famed?

Our natural world has been destroyed,
The planet becoming null and void,
Bitter tears of hate escape,
Mother earth is drugged and raped.

Maybe one day she will take her due,
As for us she may leave few,
I regret that I won’t see her grace,
And the destruction of the human race.


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Cosmic unity

Oh blazing sun, dare the emerging cloud
Gone soon, will thee be
Storm 


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Blood Words, Legends of the Wolves

Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger’s cave. Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end. They in the din o’ drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone, as had they crawled o’er hot pools bled to prod ‘n prattle. And who’d, when quenched, a saunter risk simply to gaze at greener gray, who if by haze be fraught, need merely fathom sky? Lest be displeasured he to whom above could clouds be prone to tattle, go but shy requests, voiced dryly into azure. For so the victims passed, betrayed by breeze and snitch of brush, though Him on High, with just demand, they had beseeched. Each life a tale brought to lie, defaced, in scattered, muddy tomes. Torn is the silver lace, which once linked bone to bone. Yet risen, too, had wanton sighs, whereof his Mightiest to ask, whilst the ground, as should it care, received the rasps. For what doth emptiness command and what the unseen sovereign willeth are left matters later glibly to be bantered. Know oft’ the hunt finds one befuddled, spelled by guiles of a wraith. No taunt of tail waves, no wake of twig gives sway. With head to hang, his rack he gathers in a push to halt to stand bequeathed a chide of birds and chipmunk heckles. There, the timber rout delays with naught but mettle left to drain, as the mars of rock and thistle mark the wait. Chafe of paw, tongue feathered fowl, the foiled dashes stream to words, whereto the blood, in ruddy tones, by droplets trickles.


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Mother Nature

Mother Nature

The force of Mother Nature 
Has the power of a god
She shelters us with peace 
Or can throw us into a savage storm
Depending upon her mood

Mother Natures' heart extends to only nature
Not to us arrogant mortals
Though we do not comprehend
We abuse her resources 
And never respect her gifts

But when all is said and done
Mother Nature who came before us 
Will remain an extension of heaven
And will live immortally 
For Mother Nature has the power of a god

© Copyright 2014 Theresa Ann Casten. All rights reserved.


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The Skunk and The Porcupine



" The Skunk and The Porcupine ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)



The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Are 'So Cute' Little Creatures

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Protective, Projective Features

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Scuttle By Like Small, Inquisitive Seekers

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Effective - Weapon Reachers

Tho' One Has Its Own Swords of Battle Quills
The Other Has A Gas-Arsenal of Biological Spills

We Walk Around Them Like We're On A Mine Field
and Either - Both Can Make Us Run For The Hills! ...

Tho' One's A Prickly Recluse and One's A Reeker
Man & Beast Give Them Room (like they're both lil' stinkers)

In A Way, We Bow To Both Like They're Little Caesars
Both - Show GOD's Ability To Endow Combat Ready Teachers

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Without Saying A Word - They Are Loud Speakers

And Now Thank GOD & Be Glad Your DNA Is Neither
... The Skunk and The Porcupine


            Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/8/2014
                      by:  MoonBee  Canady







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Driving Force

The wind blew and who blew it
The cloud moves and who pushed it
The waters flows and who drives it
The storms arose and who quickened it
The day departed and the night arrived
The sun vanished and the stars appeared
The rains ceased and the drought came 
The plains soon becomes a desert
And the dry lands soon become a river
The child soon becomes a man 
The living soon was gone
A little laughter, a little cry
A little cheer, a little mourn
Behind the shadow is the image 
Behind the extreme darkness is the light
Behind the light is the Glory
And so is God behind all the affairs of men


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Spirit of the Dunes

The sun fades towards the west	
The loving beauty of our star in sunset is expressed
The majestic mountains expanding past horizon trees and beaches that are by sea caressed 
All by the divine power behind the sun are blessed 

Any time soon
Appears the blue visage of full moon
It illuminates the mysterious dune
Cool breeze carries sea and mountain fragrance in this transcendent night of June

The sea holy is just a small flower yet hand behind it puts in ecstasies 
Because as much as sea holy has many copies
There is only one spirit among hollies
That is extended soul and by it formed neural tree has no boundaries

That neural flame and its version of nonlinearity
It is the testament of this spirits adaptability
And its acuity 
But there is more to its dexterity 

Soul of the just has many windings 
Choosing the right destiny is one of spirit’s of dunes blessings 
He can decipher the divine writings 
And with it his soul will be as pure as one of wellsprings 


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Contemplation

Every morning he walked the path through immortalized trees
Just right before dawn while natures at peace
Deep in the forest he listened to the shivering leaves
Celebrating their life with only the weight of a breeze
Strolling on through the wilderness still foggy with mist
With every step he's determined inhaling the wind
Surveying the landscape divided by rolling slopes
In search of the one perfect flower that will give meaning to hope
Beyond rushing streams in final remnants of night
Etched with the last silvered thorns of adorning moonlight 
Near the end he discovered with sorrow decayed and disheveling trees
But then he heard cheerful whispers from the first birds to sing
As the morning swords of sunrise gave birth to new eyes
He admires the passion of the dying inspiring new life 
And with contemplation he studies a beautiful rare flower in bloom
Growing upon the dead flesh of the earth and with peace his heart was consumed


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Anthesis

Please do not disturb the beast in its peaceful and quiet place
Where the dead leaves are dancing merrily in a gentle wind of faith
Along skeleton paths of disheveled trees you can hear them whispering
Honoring autumns remnant decay and conjuring efflorescent spring
While birds begin to whistle in such a sweet soliloquy of melodies
Runaway ye fearless child into the darkness where you sleep
And clear a path for the wild ones leading to your hollowed grove
Where I found feasting among the dead a red blossoming velvet rose
Surrounded by a halo of darkness under a piercing blade of sun light
Tempted by its pleasure the beasts will insist that it's alright
Then by thoughtful contemplation I plucked it as blood mixed with tears began to drop
Painfully I pulled every petal repeating "she loves me so, she loves me not"
My Oh My how the colors have changed with the wondrous seasons reign
I guess she no longer loves me, but isn't that just natures way
Shy away you phantoms and let the new cycles of life rebuild their homes
Leave the undead to worry for themselves and let my luminous flowers grow
~ JJF~


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I Found The End of Reason's Trail

I found the end of reason’s trail
Just beyond a graceful bend
The shear drop was as the limit
Of what I comprehend

Surely roaring waters lie
Beyond this cliff – an emerald sea
With the boundless depth, and soaring heights
Of high theology?


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Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride


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A Man Is Lost

I twist my speech to seem, and be, as white and spotless bone.
Silence 'flecting, like a mirror, on the wall to show
man, so hypocrite and liar. This is who we are.
Man! The curse of sin has brought you far,
into the pits of lusting pyre. Engulf our spirit's flame.
Set afire desire for spit and skin,
bitter sweat, blood, and orifices.
The dawning of Aquarius. The sun has set on Pices.
This crooked generation, like as Sodom and Gomorrah.
As that faithful Lot, I am, and live amongst the tares.
My neighbors live and speak as I, when I can find no faith.
I guilty of the same as they, the Scripture saith.
I e'er be found in heaven... it be not that I am good.
Nor can I love God enough to trust Him as I should.
My own love and faith is full of fault and fear.
My faults and fears, my sin, is loud and clear.
If Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
impute not Life, a man is lost.


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Stillness

Stillness is attained from perfection of balance
And is achieved through meditation or trance
One’s soul does not thrive in turmoil
Much like planting seeds in caustic soil
Stillness originates from earth spirit
Set on high vibration so that all of creation can hear it
It flows from earth’s core
Silently and swiftly traversing pole to pole and shore to shore
To the core of being
Governed and tuned by the all-knowing and all-seeing
From stillness springs joy and peace
Where me-ism and negativity cease
Like cool water bubbling up from an artesian well
A cold shock that revitalizes from soul to cell


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Written At Bed On A New-Springs Night

Written At Bed On A New-Spring’s Night
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This long lovely room.
This priceless solitude.
This quiet night.
Outside, behind this cottage, beautiful babbling of the brook,
And by this window, these damp gushes of the wind
Blowing from there, the nearby forest.
And by this windowpane 
The scene,
A snowy forest and full moon
Across the bare branches of big walnuts.

A prolonged and harsh winter is somehow over And a new spring is on.
It is all over beauty in life, 
A hundred reasons to rejoice for all, but
This all ah! Whispers into my soul’s ear,
A message inner!


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Breakfast Buddies

I sat on the grey wooden bench, that sunny morning; studying for a test. A grey squirrel leapt up next to me, as if to say…”hello”. He eyed my biscuit and I pinched off a piece; laying it next to him. He stuffed it into puffy cheeks and with a twitch of his nose, stepped closer; bushy tail perked up, behind him. I passed him another pinch or two and after his dining experience, scrambled away. I enjoyed my last bite, watching him ascend a fir tree. With two weeks left in the spring semester; I returned to the park every morning and crammed for exams. Each time, he appeared on my bench and we shared breakfast; He stayed longer, each time. When the semester ended, I knew my furry friend would miss me, as much as, I would miss him. As fall leaves played with the light and color, I made my way to campus, and my favorite garden bench with my biscuit and coffee. I crossed the street and noticed, Mr. Squirrel; There he sat on the garden bench, waiting for me. I wasn’t sure that I’d see him, but this time, I bought an extra biscuit and we both ate, heartily.


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Parallel Universe

What is true in the natural realm
Is true in the spiritual world,
But it's truth is more real.
The natural world is temporary.
The spiritual realm is eternal.
Its Death is never-ending,
And its Life is everlasting.