In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,
A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation,
on her fingertips questions and answers dance to mudras of nimble demolition
as the triumph of truth blazes on the tip of her tongue's flavored amusement,
genetics of ginger helix she licks and sticks to the flesh of nude nirvana
limber in the moment of typeless titillation,
becoming an animal of fearless asana,
a creature of chaos prowling along the heartbeat of karma,
Brahma made her beauty from the diamonds of a billion deceased roses,
the ascetics recognize her as a child of Kali, gorgeous and gruesome in vendetta,
for the Brahmins she is a Mother of immeasurable mystery, a kiss on the eye of history,
worshipers whisper the wealth of her shameless and shapeless clarity, as charity of Parvati,
Heirlooms of sun blood and moon love decorate the tender truth of her body,
a garden of webbing galaxies, catching the notions of novas her mandala,
rain romantic in flying fall, plucking the Ganges sitar her mantra,
the movement of melange madness through perfect passion her sutra,
poetry naked on the nerves of nascent love need is her tantra,
chakras uniting to recreate the uncreated color of consciousness, crown her aura,
as the lotus of love blooms blue, she dances on the fragrance of freedom -
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015
In pounding Summer, our love is restless,
like daffodil dreams immersed in hot wind.
In the vapor of Winter’s reign, our love rises above,
reaching the glaring mountain’s lips.
If skies cloud red with war, our love exuberates the fight,
two hearts gazing at the wisdom of the sun .
If thunder pangs our heart in static shocks,
our love shawls the sound, refuging the embrace we won.
When the buds of Spring bloom, our love emboldens,
like the yellow petals on a matchless rose.
When Autumn sings its death, our love silvers,
the harvest beckoning our works to fall and resolve.
From the Hour of Languishing to the Day of Settlement,
our love will continue to strengthen.
From season to season I love you always!
My one, my only, my Brightest Star.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Twinklers glint, shining above clouds
with a relay of dots in softest gold,
the sky transforming in a blink
to illuminate a shimmer in the air.
I wonder at your angled radiance
while frozen on the spot... my eyes awaken
and up there, a parade of twirling sparklers
like miniature bulb lights, combust.
The hues change from silver to red
a flicker splattering heaven's canopy,
that lovers gaze to breathe in the dew
of satin webs so delicate and frail.
Make of wish, your vibrant eyes say
my face blushes praying for one dream
that makes me saunter, as in a trance,
drowning in the grandeur of your bliss.
SKAT's ODE Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
As the darkness falls across the sky,
Stars start to shimmer very brightly.
Your eyes reflect them clearly,
Hiding your grief and pain.
At the ocean shore, you gaze the stars,
Reminding you about your dreams.
Awakening about your reality,
Wishing it was just a dream.
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2013
When the sky is bright and blue
And the clouds don’t even bother
I go riding with my gal
We go riding side by side
Once the sky was always clear
Now the clouds don’t ever wander
Come on back where you belong
We’ll go riding side by side
Can't you see that time is wasting
Get up on that stubborn mule
Come on back where you belong
We'll go riding side by side
If the sun don't ever shine
And moon no longer rises
We'll be lost out in the stars
We'll be riding far and wide
You can slice it up or dice it
You can ponder til your blue
Once you finally make your mind up
We'll go riding side by side
Hurry up now hunny
Don't be wasting no more time
Come on back where you belong
We'll go riding side by side
http://mike-martin.net/Side by Side
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
The stars above my head
as decorated in the whole sky
i continue looking at
"how's it sparkling into my eyes"
as whole night covered me
with it's bright moonlight
a little star smiling towards me
it seems me something hiding from me
a little child as its face
smiling and smiling with no reason
Copyright © snehil rankawat | Year Posted 2016
Francis Scott Key:
“O say, does that Star - Spangled Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?”
Yes, Mr. Key, the Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over that magical land expansive oceans away.
True, its residents are as free as after McHenry
And have remained foes of the tyranny’s sway.
The banner is no longer half-concealed and half-exposed
But hoisted on the tallest mountains and upon the moon,
And from the eastern portion of the virgin world
The Star - Spangled Banner can be seen by the sage and the loon.
Ask the enemy of the peace and the lover of concord
And they’ll admit the starry banner still dances in the wind,
The Star-Spangled Flag is still the undisputed king
Among the white-complexioned and the dark-skinned.
The mongers of fear and terror will at least admit
That the stripes and the stars still tower higher
Above disease and the despot’s egocentric desire,
And still stirs the abhorrence of the mischievous liar.
The Star-Spangled Banner, Mr. Francis Key,
Remains true to the welcome of the New Colossus.
The huddled masses continue to breathe free
And the torch is still held at the golden door.
The Star-Spangled Banner yet waves
Above the dark-hued placards of knaves,
The shiny stars light the paths of the unfortunate
And the stripes still choke the voice of hate.
The Star - Spangled Banner still waves
Over the maneuvers of those in bloody caves,
And the masters of wizened religious gripes
Still do feel the heat of the gallant stripes.
Oh, Mr. Key, the stars and the stripes do rule the earth
And inspire those that pursue the satisfactions of genuine mirth,
The stripes yet rekindle hope and the stars light the darkest nooks
That hitherto shadowed the shenanigans of megalomaniacal crooks.
Ask no more, dear Mr. Francis Key,
For that land still belongs to the free,
And the stars and the stripes yet wave
Over that tranquil territory of the brave.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2015
Risen from the blues of gloom,
The indicator of glorious boom.
Made of sterner stuff and
Seen only by eyes divined.
From the East appeared once,
All focus attracted of the wise ones.
The way rigorous and distant,
Unimaginable for weak stance.
The willing heart of flesh
Unveils the power afresh.
That which must be done,
Needs not be allowed be gone,
All the way followed by men adorned.
Can it be true of one and of others?
That a star once seen and
Followed by men,
Can again be seen and
Followed by other men.
Once it shines and is spotted,
Providence will convey men of honour,
Who, duty-bound, must pay homage.
For every generation there is,
And strive as it does,
Darkness hides him not.
Dark-hearted men merge,
Weapons at heart ready to strike.
But he shines forth with vigour,
Bestriding the globe like a new
The Leading Star!
Copyright © Peter Edoziem | Year Posted 2011
Bright star… in deepest space
For eyes to capture
In awe and wonder…
Shine upon each far flung place
Spread the rapture
Make beings ponder
Bright star… in endless sky
Tiny mote of molten fire
A magnet to all curious creatures…
All simple souls… such as I
Who never seem to tire
Of Nature’s cosmic features
Bright star…beacon in the night
Guide to we who are often lost
And cannot find our way…
A sign to us that all is right
We’ll find our way on oceans tossed
We’ll always see the day
Bright star… you know not your powers
Know naught of time or things
Temporal nor eternally…
Know not the difference in eons or hours
Nor difference t’ween black holes and Angel wings
Know nothing of beginnings or finality
Bright star… each night…
You catch and hold my eye
(if the light is right)
I wonder what you are
I wonder why you are
…Oh creature of the night…
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2016
A stop route of west African slave trade
passing through gradual conversion from an escape center
to a beautiful republic cemented in the ninety-sixties,
to pride as the first nation in the middle of the Americas
and to become an independent political and economic entity.
The first among the ‘warm-climated’ group
to participate in the ‘cold climated’ games.
It has grown wings to have so much political will
and becoming humanity’s chief servant in fighting for the globally marginalized.
So greatly influenced by the Afro-Caribbean spiritual salt,
giving value to the philosophy of international morality.
Beauty at its peak is flaunted through the Blue Mountains,
unfortunately in a land weak in the resistance
of nature’s dangerous waves of theft and anger.
Home to eight non-venomous snakes and great crimes;
obeahism lingering as the corridor to the inner mind;
are mixed segments of a growing star in the Caribbean
which is also the best place to see wild flora and fauna.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
a shooting star
a fervent wish
a full moon
still I hope
still I dream
love should bring
I feel all
the passion here
a burning fire
when you are near
I know that
my love is true
show me now
that yours is too
Copyright © J B | Year Posted 2011
Seclusion brings forth such a boring and dismal life.
To be shy, to be coy; no love only blight.
What once was a heart full of happiness and glee.
Turned cold to the touch. Wheres the one to intervene?
Traveling to and forth down a street with no lights.
No map to determine. Maybe left, maybe right
Wheres the warmth and the touch? The joy and the love?
Only sadness and darkness and one lone star above.
One star shining bright in this huge and vast sky.
The blackness more bold in this wicked design.
Go run with the dogs. Let fate take its course.
Never to discover, to only feel remorse.
But there is a light and it never goes out.
For through the years only the strong and devout
Turn this flicker into flame, awaking whats inside.
Opening the hidden door to a World full of life.
Copyright © William Bracamonte | Year Posted 2011