. ‘Violin’ was written on a soft dark velvet night,
As I drifted - in the dreams - of the flickering - candle light;
Ne’er pre-planned - nor pondered - nor was she - pre-conceived,
She came from deep within me, appearing on the screen,
As did my favorite poem - my darling ‘Cannon Lee’.
‘The Love of a Gentlemen’ - and ‘Where the Heart Resides,’
Came from treasured memories - I tried to keep alive;
With words - chosen carefully - to create solidity,
I brought them back to life - to live eternally,
In vivid hues - more beautiful - than all the autumn leaves.
Others - fell like drops of dew - from flying fingertips,
That raced across the keyboard - in hopes they wouldn’t miss,
The chance to share the beauty - my eyes now fell upon,
Through the kitchen window - across the river - and beyond,
Where fields of liquid diamonds - glistened in the early dawn.
Others came in metaphors - disguising secrets held;
To painful in reality - for me to ever tell.
‘The Rose and the Thorn’ - poured herself upon the page,
A sonnet of over-whelming grief - rising up from hidden rage,
Releasing me forever - from my gilded cage.
These poems I write - come day come night,
Come candle or come neon light,
Come wind, come rain, come joy, come pain,
They are the life - the Great Creator - breathed in me;
They are my breath!
They are my poetry!
Author: Elaine George
Written: January 13th, 2010
Inspired by: Deborah Guzzi's contest 'How Do You do It - How do you write your poems'?
Authors Note: This poem was written on route to Bath, North Carolina via Ferry
crossing. It was written on a note-pad from the' Hampton Inn' and transferred
to my lap-top after returning to Swansborro.
There was a knock on my door
It was you
Never expected guest
çeviri : Songül Aynali
I am the ghost of heartaches past
I'm love's dark contrast
That empty seat
Beside you when you eat
The tear stains on your pillow case
I'm that new wrinkle on your face.
I am the gremlin of "What if?"
If you catch my drift
Who's biggest theme
Is to haunt all your dreams
I'm that loud echo in your life
That constant nagging extra strife.
I am that cold spot in your bed
I'm words left unsaid
I'm anger won
I'm promises undone
I'm that thing left to chance
I'm Lady Loneliness.....
Would you care to dance?
Timothy I. Brumley
Come out, I whisper, come out
peek softly from your veil of clouds,
grace the velveteen sky with your glow
Speak to me your tales of woe,
of lovesick souls in search of hearts,
lost in the labyrinth of desire...
then show me there is Hope
...Enchanted midnight moon
...of which the Moon whispers back...
Step out from the shadows, step out
bravely bask in my borrowed light,
fill the night air with your hope
Sweetly sing to me your wishes of love,
of ill-fated hearts to find their soulmates,
alive from the abyss of despair...
and I'll tell you all is not lost
...Courageous, faithful soul
** 2009. this was originally written separately, but decided to try out combining them in
I reached out for you once again
after eons of pretence, snobbish disregard
and plain neglect.
Yes I reached out, not with strong steady arms
that usually attend others
but with emasculated courage and battered pride.
Yes indeed I sought you.
I summoned you dear one
from the far far seas where to sail I had cast you
and had briskly walked away
to find solace in another's arms.
So now I sought a vantage point
from whence I could peer
into the darkening horizon
to see your approaching mast.
Yes I did indeed summon you, indeed I did.
Yes I called out for you
to attend me from the depths I had banished you
when life to me had smiled like the morning dew.
Yes indeed I called you,
to serve me in rhythm and imagery
to fill my plate with tone and hue
and soothe me with your rhyms in rhythm.
Yes call you I did, I really did.
So now I lie in the warmth of your words
like a lover cuddled in embrace
as you stroke my erstwhile desolate state
with the stroke of your flowing stanza's
and my heart you've now lulled to a soothing calm
with the rhythm of your crafted lines.
Yes indeed I reached out for you,
for I missed you.
(Life is descriptive “We” The pages of it’s tell all journal)
The pen is mightier than the sword
In the world of art.
Like humans we create
Our own problems to solve.
The pen being limited,
Can only go as far as its ink will allow.
Once its flow has stopped, so will the pen
It’s thoughts, problems solutions and it’s once
Knowing all my dreams
Never to see them in my head
Knowing they are real
Bringing them life instead
Release my essence as a whole
Open my heart for all to know
Feel my emotions, hear my touch
Listen thoroughly for I don’t say much
As a thought is being born
One has exited memory
For when vocabulary can not exceed
Moving on my thoughts
Watch them proceed
The more dreams I live
The less need I try
Poetic soul with thoughts in mind
Carry on my words
Painting stills in time
Cloudless memories telling quite the story of
The higher I stand
The higher I will fall
The farther I will fall
The easier to fly
The easier to fly
The more poetic soul I will find.
(Life is descriptive “We” The pages of it’s tell all journal)
I chose not to live in a world of guilt,
I chose to know openly a world of chance.
A world of opportunity and values,
Where the world I know understands all,
Believes all and only fears what it can not accomplish.
My world accepts challenge with its inner strength fearing - never a thing.
My world is free to believe since now my mind is so truly open.
A truly open mind, one not to judge so quickly
One that accepts instead of expects
Eyes that see a story, instead of paint their fairytale picture
Eyes that would never re-arrange a story to cover a lie
Or make them self look like a hero in any way.
The peace I know may not be what you think
It is not a word to cover lies, but a way to discover truth
Peace is not a word of war, but a way of living
The peace I know is not a word; it is an understanding of ones true self.
The peace I know understands ones true self through non judgmental belief and strong inner being.
Peace may only be a word to some; maybe this is why they cannot see the true beauty that life offers them each day in a world with so much freedom.
Color so amazing - A pastel blend
Fragrance of tranquility
Bringing hostile thoughts - To an end
You help clear my mind, Keep it open
And off the one track side
Bring me to a subtle peace
Where it’s not so hard on the knees
To have you there, To share your land
Reaching out to understand
Believing in you is not real
Being filled with good - You are my shield
Inner strength, To its higher form
Through thick and thin
Through the strongest storm
Shine - with the realism,
Of realistic you
For you are my heather
In the mornings dew
We touched for a moment
From across the room
As only eyes allow
Standing in yen
And somehow fearful
I turn away
If I held valiance
Crass and fiery
I would dare to you
Though not today
I am of frailty’s ire
Flames of forbidden desire
That is you
A rare beauty of youth
I am lost and aged tonight
Afraid to look in your eyes
Fearing the burn
Of desire fulfilled
Heavy heaves in my chest
In a sigh of defeat
Up the empty pathway
I move on
This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
Day after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
You come to me with words I have only dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
Never have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
True I have waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything I know giving it all that its worth .
To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me and dying is all I can do.
This a day I surely could do without.